Non-Musical Tribute to Coreyfield Kranz

When I was asked to attend a party for our good friend here, my first response was disbelief. I was positive that Corey’s birthday is not February 3. It’s not even in this great month. While I still have not seen any evidence to prove me wrong, we may as well celebrate his birth on this day as any other. Allow me to suggest sometime warmer for next year, perhaps August.

I did a lot of research to prepare for this speech. I did not, however, verify the reliability of any of my sources, so I refuse to take responsibility for any of the facts presented in this speech. Furthermore, most of my research involved jungle cats, as I was originally mislead when this was proposed to me.

Corey Kranz, daughter of Roberto Clemente Kranz and Alberta Canada Kranz, was born in an unknown year in what most scientists believe was the Amazon jungle. Some Kranzologists argue that the birth actually took place on the moon, but this cannot determined for certain. It is unlikely, as the consensus is that jaguars cannot survive on the moon long enough to give birth.

According to this graph I found, Corey grew older as time went on. Some see this as evidence that Corey was born on the moon, but more competent scientists had not yet been reached for comment when I composed this speech. In my opinion, the graph speaks for itself. The bottom axis technically refers to average panther lifespan, but the comparison is appropriate.

In 1997 Corey was sighted in the forests south of Minneapolis and captured. He was domesticated and then sent to the University of Minnesota for study. He is expected to graduate sometime.

And that’s all the information I could find. In conclusion, Corey is great. Thank you.

Where Art Thou, Al Gore

I keep trying to load a sweet picture of Al Gore.  I don’t know why I have a picture of Al Gore, but since I do, I figure all of you should be able to see him too.  He’s all clean-shaven, wearing a suit, kissing a baby wrapped in an American flag, kicking a couple aliens in the crotch.  It’s a beautiful image that captures the pride of the American people better than anything I’ve ever seen.  Here it is.

Is This Al Gore?

And just when I thought you couldn’t see it, wordpress decided to stop being a punk.  Whatever.

The Switch

I need to feel out this wordpress business a bit.  I’m not ready to quit blogger yet, but I’m not ready to chain myself to blogger forever either.  So I’m going to be gradual about this.  Baby steps.  It’s more for me than it is for you.  And probably the only person who will read this within the first week of its publication is Christine, since she was the only one who had the gumption to discover the site without me promoting it.

Advantages of WP: that neat picture of jousting I have at the top, renewed links that no longer include the things I don’t like to read or be associated with, categories (they’re sweet), and I really like that jousting picture.

Advantages of Blogger: the image posting system is a little better (it automatically adjusts the image size to fit on the page, that’s sweet), its writing format is a little easier to work with (like it doesn’t take forever for the write page to load), and no jousting picture.  And it doesn’t automatically double-space.  That really bothers me.

So we’ll see.

So Here We Are

This is it.  A new blog, a new beginning.

Frankly, I don’t see what the big deal is.