Q. What the hell is with you lately? You sure don't blog much!
A. Instead of writing in my blog, I've been listening to music and skanking around the house. acting all crazy because the Harbster and I are going on a trip for three weeks to Turkey and Greece (and a bit of Italy, if there is any time left over).
Q. Skanking... Is that the dance that punks do?
A. Are you thinking of pogoing?
Q. No that other one.
A. skanking. People do it to ska songs.
Q. When I was in high school, skanking meant something very different.
A. That's not a question. But yeah, I guess it was a vulgar way of refering to people making out, as in "people are always skanking on soap operas".
Q. Do you watch soaps?
A. Not since the early nineties, when, I am ashamed to admit, I did occasionally catch Days of our Lives when I was at home writing an essay in front of the TV. I prefer comedy. I particularly like good sketch comedy
Q. Remember SCTV? The Italian guy who was on at the end is in trouble with the law, right?
A. Yup. Tony Rosato. It's a sad story
Q. Speaking of sad, how badly did
this blogger get owned when she ran afoul of Kate from Small Dead Animals?
A. Very badly. Check out the comments from Kate's minions. She got her own ass handed to her.
Q. Thanks for your time.
A. My pleasure, back to skanking.
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