Bizarre Rant of the Moment

Oh My GOD I wanna be pixelated.  I really really really do.  But I don't want to be a lame ass and write to the guy who makes this totally cool blog and say (in whiney Cartman voice)

"Chris, will you please make a pixel-picture of me?  I mean, you totally don't know me, and you surely have important things to do, and you're cool and living in NYC and all and you probably hear this about a million times a day with lameos who can't draw asking you for free stuff but I'm totally different.  I swear. I feed the hungry and do other charity work (like rescuing spiders from the sink on a little paper towel spidey ladder).  I sew pants for the poor (well, Nissa, and she's not really poor, but she is broke after buying all the fabric for new pants).  I make the world a better place by sharing my ridiculous musings with literally the whopping number of '50s' of people daily, allowing them to think, 'well, Jeez, my life sucks, but at least I'm not Kim!'  I'm saddened by all the Democrats on TV who not only cannot dance but can't even seem to keep a beat.  Come on people!  You're supposed to be the hip, young party!  What do you think, the Republicans are going to turn this mutha out?  No.  Not happening.  Take a dance lesson or something!  Surely with all that voter money you folks get from us checking that little $1 donation box on our Income Tax returns you can afford to hire some dance teacher for a little afternoon class in actually clapping ON THE BEAT when the camera from CNN is on you.  I mean, I would teach them if I were in Boston.  Maybe they'll fly me up there for an afternoon 'breakout' session if I write them the suggestion.  Nah.  After all, I am registered Republican (don't ask) and I live in Texas.  And why the hell do presidents always carry their pets around like some sort of old lady with a poodle in a purse?  What exactly is the pet-factor? What demographic are you trying to reach when you drag a furry little animal around getting hair all over your suits?  Maybe my hope for a party with rhythm is with the Green party.  Surely those hippies know how to dance.  Who the hell are they running for president this year?  Oscar the Grouch?  That would be totally cool!"  (Note that this entire paragraph was what I would write to Chris.  See the end quotes?)

Oh.  I forgot the point of this blog entry in my Ulyssean rambles.  (But note, that like the good English major I am, even with stream of consciousness typing I am using proper punctuation and capitalization and generally good spelling.  In your face Joyce!!!!!)  Wait. I digress again.  Anyway.  I want a pixel Kim!!!!  What do you think it would REALLY take to get this guy Chris DiClerico to draw a pixelated version of me?  Sex?  Money?  All the kingdoms of the world at his command?  Because I'm totally prepared to make some sort of offer.  (Oh yeah.  And his blog is really funny, too.  And I'm really not at all ripping off this SOC blog thing from a recent blog entry.  Really.  I swear.).