bodaggit

Well I'm back, inspired to visit my blog again by the fact that I'm currently in San Antonio visiting my wife's family, and they have a sweet new computer. I'm talkin' one of those 20" flatscreen monitors and a supersonic connection speed. Right now I'm wondering if it would fit in my suitcase.
There's no particular reason for this entry, except that I was seriously considering renaming my blog page "bodaggit," in keeping with my commitment to explore the nature of words. We owe our debt of gratitude to Jon Heder of Napoleon Dynamite for this contribution to the pop culture lexicon. Remember the scene when Napoleon throws a large citrus fruit at Uncle Rico's windshield, leading to perhaps the lamest wrestling match in cinema history, after which Napoleon throws a swift elbow to Uncle Rico's solar plexus and exclaims, "Get off me, you bodaggit!" A more articulate expression of frustration perhaps was never uttered. And speaking of udders, "it looks pretty good, except for that little guy right there. He is nipple number 5. A good dairy cow should have like 4."
I have drawn deeply from the well of wisdom that is Napoleon Dynamite, but I decided that changing my blog page title would be a foolishly self-imposed limitation. I would hate to post a blog about, say, the communion of the saints, on a website called bodaggit.blogspot.com... which reminds me, I need to change my url.