inching upward

from the depths of my secret cave in bangladesh, i have been utilising my vast resources of human eyes to check on some of the other "blogs" on planet internet. it would seem that a "blog" often has some "viewpoint" or social "commentary" replete with quotation marks and occasional whimpering. although the Tasties is not really a "blog", but more of a "b-log", as in an old-fashioned dessert log handmade with the finest assortment bumblebees and honeys, i will take the next few entries to "connect" to the political and social spheres, careful not to wander too far, lest the blossom be declared derivative and/or insipid. this waltz with relevancy could start in as soon as 4 minutes, could last as long as 2.3 weeks and could alarm up to 2, or 100%, of my precious "bloggies" (yes, i am making up terms to sound totally radical). and you know it's serious when i refuse to whipe the lobster juice from my beak while i type. you know i mean business when i ignore my burning pet Matilda the Muledeer in order to finish off this gibe at some random useless senator....

damn. i really gotta vacuum.