Blogging With A Vengeance

The world hasn't been quite the same since I stopped blogging a few weeks ago, my traveling done and my Hardcore Travel Reporting blog rendered futile. Thus I am back with this tasty new blog, where I will seek to peel back the many layers of infinity and hopefully come to a profound revelation of some sort regarding something somehow. I may be only pale fire compared to the venerable Jack Handey, but I will do my best to think deeper, harder, and longer than almost every human being on the planet with the exceptions of Alan Greenspan and Gary Kasparov.

My first thought for this blog is that perhaps the Twins' season is somehow tied together with that fate of all humanity. The Twins are 3.5 games out of the wild card chase as I write this, their bats somehow missing almost every baseball thrown at them, and I cannot help but think humanity is in dire need of a veteran clean-up hitter. As we inch closer and closer to all-out nuclear war, or some other kind of war (maybe with lasers), as the Twins go, so do we all.

Good evening.

8 comments:

L said...

Who are all these people?

David Oppegaard said...

I don't know Brady, but I've deleted the hell out of them now.

Geoff Herbach said...

They were spammers trying to infiltrate your computer. I prefer Bloppegaard to Blogagaard. But not by much.

Anonymous said...

Dear Dave,
Will the Vikings fall apart during game 8 of this football season?
Or do you think it will be game 9?
Ned

David Oppegaard said...

The Vikings will go 10-6 and win the division, if only because the futility of the Green Bay Packers, Chicago Bears, and Detroit Lions is so great. We may make it to the NFC championship, where then we shall melt down worse than Michael Jackson's face.

Anonymous said...

Why didn't you just rename your old blog space? Now it's just clogging up valuable webspace.

David Oppegaard said...

The web is a big as all eternity,and as infinite as a young man's dreams. It shall never be clogged....

Steph Wilbur Ash said...

I used to think that about my toilet, then I married Mr. Ash

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