The new header’s actually scarier when you can read the tags. Not sure everyone realized it, but the tags do denote what passes for thoughts in my innermost cranial thinkspots.

Word cancers would be another way of putting it. Lots of word cancers. This iteration of Norwegianity isn’t even a year old but I’ve already set free 1,558 tags. I suspect many were tags that no one had thought to use yet.

Like #$%@, 14 Defining Characteristics of Gasbags, 4 legs good, Afghanicranken, Being Eaten Last, Collin fucking Peterson, corporate assholes, corporate parasites, crapping up kosher, Cult of Wege, douche baguettes, drink as you think i am, drink to think not, dry peeps and we’re just up to the D’s.

But mostly I like the colors. Warm, autumnal. The leaf fire that is my chain of thought, an illegal burning often accompanied by still more illegal burning.

And vodka.

I’m training for Wegestock. The last couple of times I drank publicly I clearly crossed the line from irascible to asshole. It’s a hard line to see because it’s so scuffed and covered up from years of my walking on it. Like this officer? Heel and toe and no it never seems to occur to them that I’m not that coordinated when I’m sober.

Working towards the light.

Odd. Didn’t expect to see Sarah Palin come out this far down but alphabetization is like that sometimes.

The effect is better than I’d hoped for, frankly. I’m not geometrically inclined enough to have realized that last alphabetically would translate into rightmost on top and on the bottom in this rotation.

wingnuts

Right where they belong.

-burmashave-