Todd's Blog vs The Backhoe

Smart Guy: 'ey! w'sup?

Dumb Guy: Nut'un'. Jus' diggin' a hole to get some dirt ta fill in this other hole that I made gettin' dirt to fill in this other hole ...

Smart Guy: OK. OK. But what about the hole you're ... oh never mind ... I've got to go get on MySpace and read Todd's blog.

Dumb Guy: Tawd's blawg?

Smart Guy: His on-line journal, his web log, we--blog, Blog for short. Get it?

Dumb Guy: You tawk funnee.

Smart Guy: Never mind – sometimes he uses big words.

Dumb Guy: Shewwwt, I was hoping it was a concise literary record of his contemplation of every day existentialism coupled occasionally with poignant vignettes and humorous asides chronicled in an artsy, yet accessible, style of prose and free form poetry.

Smart Guy: I ... uhhhh ... you .... uhhh ...

Dumb Guy: Shewwwwt, you know some of that "poetry" don't even riiiime.

Smart Guy: What do you know about poetry?

Dumb Guy: I'm writin' a poem 'bout ma shuuvel.

Smart Guy: So, how's that going?

Dumb Guy: What riiiimes with shuuvel?


Join in next time to hear Dumb Guy say:

Ha' cuuum Tawd's on your space? Why ain't he on his own space? Hmmm ... buuvel ... cuuvel ... duuvel ... fuuvel ...

The drone of Dumb Guy's own voice lulls him into a nap. He sleeps the sweet sleep of the disaffected. He dreams of being home in his bed sleeping and awakens with rhyming words for not only shovel, but also orange and a whole list of other words long thought unrhymable. Unfortunately, before he can share them with the world, he gets run over by a backhoe. Go figure.

The moral: if you're home reading Todd's blog you are less likely to get run over by a backhoe.