Welcome to this World, Skylee

Ok, aside from welcoming Skylee to this world, I'd like to take a moment to welcome three new writers to random's section of the blogosphere. If the reader(s) of this blog care, they are as follows in no particular order:
Suntzu can be a professional blogger, and has the goods to be critical of all things cultural or political. He has many qualities valued by this blog and it's reader(s) so he is a welcome addition.
Geek is a geek. The original writer(s) of johnny.random have had many occasions in which to share view(s) with geek regarding technology and politics. The technology portion is by far Geek's strong suit.
Glenn is also known as glennman, who which may or may not be a professional musician with the writing talents on par with Kerouac. He honestly can write his way out of a paradox, if that is at all possible.
The original writer(s) of johnny.random would like to welcome the above mentioned 4 individuals to johnny.random's world.

Blagoyebitch, he gone.

I wanted to write a sentence with the insult pickle fucker in it.
done.
and she's still not a pickle.

The other day was the NHL all-star game. The final score was 12-11.
In case you didn't know, that's a lot of goals.

Of all the named colors in the world, I'd say I now love Peach the most.

So I'm most of the way through Stephen King's new book. I'm almost to the point of writing fan mail.

Speaking of blagoyebitch, he was such a whiney bitch during his New York "let's try and stay governor even though I'm a corrupt ass-biting tool by kissing Whoopi Goldberg's panooch" trip
Add him to the list of politicians that I hate.
It's a long list.

No link today, but I will take a moment to say It's good to be an uncle

"Are you sure it was a woman?"

There are increasing occurances of the utterance "Barnacles" in my common phraseology.
Too much SpongeBob SquarePants.

I wonder. It hurt.

I will gladly accept candy in place of money, if it's a lot of stinkin candy. And by a lot I mean literal metric tons worth.

"Come with me into the trees. We'll lay on the grass and let hours pass. Take my hand, come back to the land. Where everything's ours for a few hours..."

How much longer until blackpresident gives me some money?
At least some government cheese.
Crap.
That was bad.
That was, in fact pitiful.
I hate myself.

"As we stand here totally Krossed out"

My pondering of the day is internal. I clearly have issues with my mind. That's been obvious for years. I don't want to blame anyone else for the whole "me being crazy" thing or at least the "me being unnormal" thing. But, what if there's some suppressed memory that I can't remember that totally fucked me up? That's the whole point, it's suppressed, how would I know if I'm crazy because of it?
In other words...I'm retardeder than last year so I must not be crazy.