Have beard, will travel.

A man with a beard, A van he bought an ebay, A tiny dog, and their adventure to Pittsburgh that he somehow believes someone other than himself would like to check out

Haitian Divorce

Few things are creepier and more unsettling than "Haitian Divorce" by Steely Dan. Few things are as potent for keeping you single, or casually fucking/dating as someone's divorce blog . I cannot imagine who might want to read someone's divorce blog, because when people get divorced, everyone from the dry cleaner to your cousins know the whole story.

Mr. Lopez en vacances

While Mr. Lopez takes a brief teacher's holiday, you can enjoy the charming wit of Jojo and wonder why-oh-why on earth this lovely lady is still single.

Really, What is Beh doing?!

This photo blog, also possibly a class project, or some sort of social club event, asks the impossible question "What is Beh doing?" -- I also want to know what is Beh doing? What are all thirty of those happy Chinese kids cooking in that crock pot? Why is the dude climbing over a fence in a kitchen? Why am I not hanging out with out with them?

The 'Wulf Attacks!

If it's his class assignment to have a blog about Beowulf , does that mean that there are 30 other high school kids in Vancouver who also have blogs about Beowulf?

Statistically speaking, you're a cliche within a cliche.

It's a joke without a punchline, it's the cruelest meta of the meta-meta. You are a lonely teenage boy, musing on a recent break-up in your online diary and listening to your favorite emo record, which is a diary-style confessional about breaking up. It's what everyone jokes emo is about, but you always sort of imagined that yr exaggerating somehow. But, no, it's true. I am really glad that Brand New is not so popular in France, I cannot imagine the havoc emo might wreak upon my young-male development.

These people are allowed to vote and drive

Whatever did we do before the internet? You had to work in some low-skill cubicle farm or be related to people who held crappy potluck reunions or frequent public transportation to be lucky enough to hear someone narrate gross stories in the voice of her cat. Well, thanks to the invention of the information superhighway, the exploits of Nimbus the Cat are right at your fingertips.

Too cynical for God

Good news for those of you who thought perhaps you might be the last person on Earth to ever get laid.

SNUFFY SMITH VS. MOMMA

After a long, hard day of nextblogging and coming up with nothing but peppy freshman girls detailing why their hair was fluffy this morning, stumbling upon Big Al's breakdowns and meta-analysis of the 'actual humour' quotient in the daily-paper comics, Momma and Snuffy Smith, reminds us that next blogging is not just about snickering and feeling sorry for people all the time. Sometimes it is about discovering people you wish were stoned and sitting on your couch explaining the masonic links between Carl Sagan and Carls Jr. to you.

WHO ARE YOU?

This is the question I ask when I look at this photoblog : who are you and why is your photoblog nothing but pictures of Third Reich hotspots of Europe, your jeep and your empty living room?

That crappy Eleventh Dream Day CD you forgot to sell for beer money has come to life and started a blog

There are reasons for getting married and having children after you graduate from college. One of them is that fewer people want to choke you once you develop the ability to think about someone other than yourself. Another is that pictures of weddings and babies are far more crowd-pleasing than the ability to reference hackneyed indie-rock titles. Just a thought.

Cute Bambi Pixxx and Horny Buxxx!!

North Midwest photoblog featuring Ranger Rick-style, quality wildlife shots and one of the lamest blog names we've seen. If you love nature and the woodland creatures, don't hesitate.

He's Just Not That Into You

Giving your bf access to your blog as a contributor shows trust. But when he never posts and takes frequent trips out of town, and shows utter disregard for your life while taking you to an Outback Steakhouse...hell, just taking you to the Outback Steakhouse should be enough of a reason to give this commitment-phobe the boot. Wake up, Little Suzy.

Chicken Soup For the Blogreader's Soul

Can you imagine how well adjusted you may have been if this woman had raised you. Her blog reads like an affirming Christian-goodness self help book, big upping kindness to strangers and never giving up on yourself.

What I did on my winter vacation

That Sebastian kid is a real kiss up. I mean, it's one thing to like your teacher ( I love Mr Lopez and thats why we have a blog together), but it's another thing to tell your teacher than your class room blog is your favorite site in every post.

My guess is a bunch of stuff about fish and lepers

You know what's crazy? Getting married and having kids. INSANE!! You know what's funnier than anything else? Bodily functions!! So sayeth the preponderance of mom blogs currently cutting the crusts off the internet. We've decided to bypass the obvious leader of this trend, instead devoting our (and your) attention to a lovely, well-meaning and refreshingly literate (points for paragraph use and proper spelling) Canadian mama.

SMASH THE PATRIARCHY WEDS. PT 2:

I, Jojo, am all in favor of the revolutionary power of feminist love, and the possibility that you can dream big and use love to conquer the patriarchal dictates that said raising kids is womens-work, that men are supposed to be emotionally stunted wallets n' cocks, watch football and never have the full spectrum of emotional involvement and evolvement in this world. One single dad in Lisle, IL is living as an example of the possibilities offered in male-power paradigm shift. Keep you head up, Dan.

Smash the Patriarchy Wednesday

He likes big, round women. Pregnant women, women who have just hit the all-you-can-eat buffet at the Old Spaghetti Factory, women in all stages of serious water retention. Women who forgo their thyroid medication to facilitate his fetish. So if you happen to have lost all self-respect, he'd love it if you'd chow some Taco Bell, wash it down with a super-size milkshake, put on your little sister's clothes and read his fantasies.

Connecticut residents demand mass property tax refund

I don't have kids, you say. I don't own a home. I make minimum wage and live in a studio apartment and take public transportation. Why should I give two shits about education? My vote goes for later bar close and "legalizin' it." Okay, fine. Let these kids be your doctors and air traffic controllers. That's why we live in France.

My Heart is a Finicky Retard

Carson McCullers he ain't. He can't even spell the title of his own blog. But the functionally illiterate among us may find a kindred spirit in this ADD afflicted Scorpio from Big Sky country.

I could enjoy saying many happy things about a blog!

I love Naminosuke very much! How about you? I love Naminosuke because she makes me feel like the most petty, cynical, bitter, hateful American loser on the planet. However, I could learn that I should be more like Naminosuke.

"SHE KNOWS I HATE GRANDMA"

You sometimes when you are driving through the grassy plains of a rural place, staring out at the mini marts and the strip malls and the outlet shopping buffet centers, you imagine the lives of the people who live in say, Central Iowa, and you shudder and are grateful for your big city life and it's option. This woman may almost make you jealous, but simply because of her attutide: she does not give a fuck. Mother of three, works nights at a bar, throws olives on the floor in disgust when the people at Taco Bell get her order wrong, dealing guns to her relatives, sleeping through the day and letting her kids get ready for school by themselves, linking to her vibrator, bitching about her period and usually hating her live in boyfriend and most of her extended family. Set aside an hour and soak it all in.

International Accessory Stratification, or, "Karma is a witch"

Some people say Mondays are a bitch. Some people define "bitch" as a shallow, superficial, vacuous, self-obsessed woman. You can probably see where we are going with this... Enjoy these blogs before these two women grow up, get souls and learn to see the world as something other than a series of persons and events existing solely to inconvenience them.

Hjomo-Eyrtotikka

Do. Not. FUCK. With. Finnish Dudes!

Nutmeg and Ass

Already a featured link on The Morning News, this blog is frequently hi-larious and bursting with potential. Too bad HE LOOKS LIKE... relies mostly on comments from readers. Because the only people on Earth lamer and less interesting than bloggers are people who leave comments on blogs.

Erotic Dilbert

One woman's life, as a 3000 panel Dilbert cartoon strip without the clever drawings , where she begs her obviously uninterested co-workers to not only read, but comment on her indulgent and sagacious blog. Suggested highlight: 12/07's "Things I Find Erotic". We all know that if you have a too accurate count of how many times you have banged someone in a utility closet, you are in a "numerous women in the Niagra Falls area" zone, and are clearly lying.

You totally suck

Remember when you thought you were hot shit because you were about to win the spelling bee and that homeschool kid four years younger than you stepped in and whupped your ass? So you grew up and you got a blog and you were all like, eeeuuhh, come read my blog, it's so witty and intellectual. Yeah, well, Sophie has a blog and she is an infant. A crazy, obsessive, self-actualized, overachieving baby who is better than you.

THE SECRET LIFE OF YOUR DAD

One of the common lures of blogging seems to be anonymous purging. Imagine accidentally disocvering that your dad's "secret" blog where he dishes all his pervy and disturbing notions. And that that blog is titled Love me or Blow me.

Smash the Patriarchy Wednesday

This Wednesday, Mr. Lopez and Jojo will be wearing two-ply nitrile latex gloves, rain slickers and smashing the patriarchy from behind a plexiglass splatter guard. TGV is gonna look like a Gallagher concert today. Cause damn, is it slimy out there.

Chunk o Funk is a dude who actually managed to find a woman to accept his pervy seed and give birth to his (rather cute) baby. He repays this extraordinarily open-minded goddess by posting photos of her along with embarassingly intimate details of their sex life/lack thereof on the haven't-you-heard-about-a-bajillion-people-view-it-daily internet!! Oh, and he also uses his blog to trawl for on-the-DL tippity-tappity net sex. Charmant.

Would You Want Me When I'm Not Myself?

Get to know Pav. As long as you don't have to take a test or operate heavy machinery for a while...
P.S. Annoy everyone you know by copying and answering the survey, then spamming them with it.

"What's New On The Music Scene?"

Brien is a bio-med student, a frat man, a grounded, yet fun-loving Libra holding it down in the ATL. Most notably, he is a budding rock critic.