Sy’s World

It is customary in the blogging world to review other blogs. I am new to this game, yet I have understood this. However! I march to my own drum. I am not particularly fond of, “I’ll review you, if you review me” tactics. I mean, really. Can we not do anything anymore just because we want to, and because we like something? Right, then.

This little diddy is in recognition of one of my favorite places to go when the world is looking a little wacky. That’s right my fellow bloggers. When the world seems a little twisted, where do I go? Well, I head on over to Sy’s place for confirmation. When I’m feeling a little down, where do I shuffle to, with my head hanging low? Righty-o. I head on over to Sy’s place, and have a laugh. And, when I’m having an off day, I head on over to Sy’s place, because his day is usually a bit more off-tune than mine.

Sy is a good chap. He takes the prize in humbleness, and don’t let him fool you, because he is quite sophisticated underneath the Batman-underwear. Yet, I think he just may be a tad distracted. Wifey should probably be looking into pre-geriatric care.

Sy has so very many endearing hobbies. He is quite fond of knitting mittens after his latest self-induced mid-life crises, and he is quite attached to my “Drunk Airline Pilot” video down below. Alas, I still don’t know how to break it to the bloke that it soon will be disappearing down the list of posts. So, if anyone has a good Foster Brooks clip, do send it over to Sy. I’d hate to see a grown Homer cry when his favorite disappears. Ooo, Sy! (are you out there?) Here’s one for your collection. Foster Brooks Toast .

Please, do have pity on the fellow. He is bravely conquering an identity crises. We are diligently working through it, and have the choice narrowed down between Superman, and Batman. Darth Vader got voted out. Poor old Sy couldn’t deal with the guilt of evilness. And, for all the cheapies out there, drop a penny in the bloke’s tip bucket (Quick Sy! Put a tip bucket up. Hurry!), will ya? He’s awaiting the arrival of his unborn bambino, and we sure would like for it to have Homer home from the night-shift.

Right, then. Sy’s place is officially entitled, The world around him, according to Sy. Remember to join the behind-the-scenes comment section, because this is where the real fun takes place. Sy does not even know that I’m writing this review, so that’s proof to you all that his place is worth the visit.

Oh, and one more thing! We have a great dilemma to deal with. A dilemma the size of England, if not the entire globe. A predicament. You see, it has come to the attention of the good Jane Turley, that this world is overpopulated with insane and Mad Housewives! A travesty, really. Who woulda thunk it. I am still in shock. This means, of course, that her gig needs a new billboard. The vote is on over at her place, Jane Turley; Diary of a Mad Housewife . There are just so many choices, and help is needed! Now, to all you cheapies out there in Blogging Heaven. Run over, and partake in a little bloody charity work for once, will ya? It will bloody-well do you some good!

Well, that sums it up for now.
Cheerio, and all that.