Poised to go

Now that that the dusky Kenyan interloper has been officially declared Prince of Peace, King of Norwegia, and The One True Basketball Jones, I can take some time off from smelling the rightrage and enjoy myself a bit.

The magnificent and statuesque mrs tbogg and I are off on our annual pilgrimage to watch the L&T Casey play that crazy no-handsies European game while she’s here on her 2009 mainland tour, so  off to gun-totin’ Phoenix  and godless & gay San Francisco we go.

Although I’m taking my laptop so that mrs tbog can keep up with her business email, I WILL NOT BE BLOGGING until Thursday. Also. I WILL NOT BE READING OTHER BLOGS. So if K-Lo marries the Pope or Michelle Malkin is arrested for a string of Del Taco firebombings or Erik Erickson says something incredibly repugnant or stupid (and what are the odds of that happening?)… I will be none the wiser. I’m going to relax and enjoy myself as much as I can.

Unlike my brother who is going to be house-sitting the dogs.

So, see ya suckers beloved readers for whom I care deeply and passionately.

Also.

Also. Acorn. Wolverines.

That oughta hold’ya.

For the truly desperate, I will be twittertwatting.