A blog by any other name would still not activate my sense of smell

If my blog really were a person, I would hope that his visage would look like that guy (thank you Bloglines for taking the time to revamp your site--I might not have found my new favorite silly old man otherwise). Oh Mr. Blog, if only you were a plumber. Then I can crack jokes about lowrise jeans and thongs--these fashions are very plumber 2.0, after all.

I've also decided that you might forgive my dissonance if I titled you properly. I admit I have gone too long titling you with only my birthday digits. Your original pending title, Kidlit Galaxy, caused me intense claustrophobia. It misled my neurons into jumping synapses that were solely dedicated to children's literature and we both know that I plan on doing much more with you than that. And while we wouldn't want to title you too prematurely, people are starting to read you now. It's not just the two of us here twiddling our thumbs, having a gay ole time talking about Harry Potter. Currently I'm debating Purple Polka. We'll sit on that for a week, okay?