The Pharyngula Mutating Genre — 8 Comments

  1. Haha onya Brian, you’re a good sport -“dumm dooo dooo on Electric Avenue, something ’bout getting higher . . ” (Bastard)

  2. We’re gonna’ rock down to……Electric Avenue…..and then we’ll take ya’ higher!
    (evil laughter ensues) Hahahahahahaha!!

  3. Thank goodness I’m your Great Granny and I don’t want to see your Grandma’s movie! Congrats to being part of the family! Blondie rocks!!

  4. I think I might be honored to be tagged, but – and I mean this in all seriousness – I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do.

    So, instead of graciously accepting a re-explanation, I’m going to stick my fingers in my ears (well, I suppose, in my eyes, seeing as how the Internet is a visual phenomenon) and remind myself that it’s all way, way beyond me.

    I’ll just curl up, extinct, and hang out with the dodo bird. I hear they make great margaritas.

  5. Kate, do like I did and read it, re-read it, re-re-read it, give up, go back and re-read it. drink heavily, re-read it, fall asleep while re-reading it, threaten suicide, threaten the person who sent it to you and then eventually……wait! Can dodo birds make martinis too?

  6. I imagine so. The dodo birds in my world are fabulous martinis.

    I acknowledge, willingly, the superiority of your blogging-goodness to mine. I do memes, upon occasion, but only ones that allow reflexive, thoughtless regurgitation of random facts or similar. Actual thinking? Gawd forbid.