How’s this for a recipe?
Take this story reporting how the Pentagon is wanting a new generation of smaller, cheaper nukes.
Then add liberally this plan to crash a small payload on the moon.
What’s it a recipe for? Why, sarahk’s pasta salad. Mmmmm, carbs.
No, where’ve you been? It’s Nuke the Moon. That’s what!
Fearless leader’s plan for world peace could finally be within our grasp. To think, we might actually nuke the moon in our lifetime, maybe even this week!
Boy, Frank J. doesn’t get nearly the credit he deserves. Ok, maybe he does, but still, he’s a true visionary. The dream nears.

After a little negotiatiating, I got a new blogger to join IMAO. He’ll be making his first post on Monday. Not even the other IMAO authors know about this, as I want to make sure it’s a surprise for everyone.
Also Monday, the next chapter in “In My World: Un-Poofy.”

It has come to my attention that some people were offended by the bawdy nature of my first post. I wanted to issue a written apology, but then I thought – no. That’s simply NOT enough to heal the scars. In order to make up for my transgression, I need to perform a genuine act of contrition to prove the sincerity and depth of my regret.
But of what should such an act consist?
I ponder thusly:

• Be more like Frank J., i.e. go to church, study the Bible, and post crude mockeries of what I learn.
• Re-enact “The Passion of the Christ”, sans stunt double.
• Be more like Frank J., i.e. pee on my cat’s head.
• Get Frank J. drunk enough to triple-post.
• Brand my chest with a big, red letter “A” – for “asshat”.
• Tattoo “I’m a complete pinky-toe-hole” on my forehead.
• Stop capitalizing the word “I” so as to become as lovable as SarahK.
• Vow to never blend another puppy again as long as I live.
• No, wait… that’s from Instapundit’s list. Nevermind.
• Chemical castration, thus preventing the inheritable portion of my evil from being inflicted on generations of bloggers yet unborn.
• Do volunteer work at a homeless shelter and NOT murder any of the clients.
• Oops. Instapundit again. Sorry.
• Watch “Barney & Friends” videos until I learn how to play nice.
• Or slit my wrists, whichever comes first.
• Heh. I said “first”.
• I said “Heh”, too. Get out of my head, Instapundit!
• Keep my posts focussed and on-topic, instead of letting them scamper about like a pack of demented ferrets.
• Suck on a 9-volt battery. Scream. Spit. Repeat.

Eh. Screw it. Just send me the bill for your psychotherapy and we’ll call it even.
Meanwhile, do you think it would help if I changed my “posted by” name to “Harvey NSFW”?

hello, all. the great Frank J. (worship him!) has been suckered by my feminine wiles into letting me post here; i also don’t have to use CAPS, hooray for that. until tax season ends, i won’t have much time for making funny non-personal posts, so for now i give you the Gratuitous T-Shirt Babe Pic o’ the Day!
this first one is from the I-Wanna-Be-a-T-Shirt-Babe photo shoot.

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I’m not the best at html, but, to use a technical term, trackbacks are now foobar. All I did was move the code for trackbacks on the main page from the bottom of a post to the top, and now the trackback page is complete inaccessible… even from the individual entry page where I didn’t mess with the template. I can’t even be sure, though, that me moving things on the main index broke it all.
Anyone know how to debug this? Remember, the more time I spend on technical issues, the less time I have for playing videogames writing funny.
UPDATE: Last trackback (that was not erased; was dealing with a lot of trackback spam recently useing MT-Blacklist) was on the 16th to this post.
UPDATE 2: Explanation of foobar.