Blog stalking

Yes, I do it. But check out these gems I found through my stalking efforts:

cakewrecks.blogspot.com

The highlight of this blog was the following paragraph:

"You know how it is for some of these grocery-store bakery decorators: some days they're just not reaching their full cake-wrecking potential. On those days they give their airbrush, questionable design choices, and horrific color palettes a rest, and instead produce a simpler, quieter kind of wreck. A wreck that says, with world-weary disdain, 'Hey, I make $7 an hour. Deal with it.'"

I think Kulani will appreciate this blog:

http://www.ericdsnider.com/snide/bike-curious/

It's about a cop shoving a cyclist. As if Kulani needed yet another reason to distrust our honorable law enforcers.

This one, http://crummychurchsigns.blogspot.com/, reminds me of the church by my mom's house. I can't wait to read the pithy sayings this church comes up with each time I drive home to Idaho. It almost makes it worth the four-hour trip for that alone. Warning: I haven't read all the signs on this site, so some stuff may be inappropriate, and if it is, I'm sorry I directed you there.

These sisters are pretty funny. http://sistersofadifferentorder.blogspot.com/

And you folks with the little gadget on your blogs that shows who was last on your blog and from where: that creeps me out. I'm the creepy one stalking you--and I'm creepy to the max. It reminds me of high school when I used to drive by a certain boy's house 13 times a day, and if he was actually outside when I drove by, I just about had a heart attack. No, I never stopped to talk and say hello. That would just be--normal. I would duck and drive by as if you couldn't tell I was the one driving my mom's 11-passenger brown van from the 70s. Very smooth. The only thing worse than those gadgets are private blogs. Let me read about you, people! (But don't make me actually ask your permission-gosh!)