Saturday, April 23, 2011

Evil Editor Is Five

In an infinite cosmos it’s almost inevitable that cruel, fat, heartless, muttonchops-sportin’, dreamer-crushin’, muffin-bustin’, stud-pumpin’, reality checker checkin’, slush exterminatin’, Grisham-enpooperatin’, query-witherin’, weredingo-tamin’, Varmighan-enthrallin’, agent-evisceratin’ hunks of cerebrally radiant manhood such as Evil Editor should court scorn, anger and FURY FURY FURY from disenchanted writers the world over.

But not in this galaxy. Not today.

Fools that we are — humans, baboons, crustaceans all — we simply can’t get enough of that ‘ole loveable bundle of mischief as he celebrates his fifth blogeeversary.

Five years!

Wow, that’s something!

In Cat Years, that’s thirty five!

In Gnat Years, the guy’s an immortal!

Go and wish him a happy birthday here.


Old Kitty said...

I got my Gravy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's gravy!! And it's vegetarian!!!

Happy blogoversary to the Evil Editor! Take care

Evil Editor said...

That gravy shoulda been MINE. That contest was rigged, rigged like a game of musical chairs with Aloysius's mother controlling the music and only stopping it when Aloysius was close to a chair so that I, who was a much better musical chairs player than Aloysius, never had a chance.

fairyhedgehog said...

EE is on form as usual, I see. Happy Fifth, EE!

(Why are we minions to someone so evil? The question has to be asked.)

Robin B. said...


Love ya, Whirlio! You're one of a wonderful kind!

Happy Anniversary, Sparkster!

Whirlochre said...

Apologies for being away.

It's like owning a prize Venusian lizard — a species famous for blinking only once every hundred years — and missing it blink to order pizza.