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Okay, I did declare a blog-free January. I am not blogging right now. As Springsteen once said of being seen by fans in a seedy north Jersey nudie bar, "I told them: Bruce is not here. Bruce is at home, doing good deeds." It's like that. Sometime in 2008, my cousin Paul (a known eater of boogers - don't be grossed out, he only eats his own) saw a guy speak at an event and sent me a link to his blog, thinking I'd enjoy it as he assessed this fellow and I think very much alike, and I'd appreciate that he's a marvelous writer. I quickly learned these to be true. Ian Williams' blogging runs a gamut similar to mine, from fiery political rants to passionate missives inspired by our favorite sports teams, sappy items about family and friends, and honest stuff about entertainment, technology, performance art, or whatever is currently on the brain. You really should check out and bookmark his blog: xtcian

So, as I am not blogging right now, I offer up a recent entry by Ian which made me laugh, out loud, while alone. Is there a better acid test for humor? And Yes, I was granted permission to use this. Here's a snippet from the entry, titled on golden blonde:

...long before movies were stored as binary forms on distant hard drives, they used to be kept on clunky plastic VHS tapes that could be played in your VCR. Each tape came with a sticky label, where you could scrawl the title of the video inside. So I'd like to present to you a special treat from me and The Budster™ circa 1991:

The Top Ten Handwritten Labels to Give Your VHS Videotapes So Nobody Will Watch Them and Find Out They're Actually Porn

You want to see this hilarious Top Ten list, don'tcha? Of course you do! But I can't just give it to you here. Enjoy after the jump by clicking here.

Thanks, Ian!