Dead Man's Party sang Oingo Boingo

Self-imagery 

Dear Diary,

(There must be an blogriposte to idle rambleblogs. There must. I must believe in it's existence. It is imperative.)

Taking up my previous grievance with WW being the linkiest link in the www....

I figure that what with web-surfing being such an anonymous sport one needn't bother with the idea of revealing one's identity(s) however warped by compulsive tendencies it may be. So that can't be incentive enough to quit weight watching.

Shallow. Humans are thus.
Pitiably driven by the private sector's blatant will to "thin" the public.

You can wager a chance or ten at weight watchers and secretly indulge your carb-fixation and pretend to be a normal person other times.
I dunno how people just put on a mask like that and walk around pretending to be normal eaters. Freaks me out. Boogey-man wannabes. Chills down my back. Brrr.

Pooh Pretenders! Gotta hate 'em. Make the honest ones look like piddly duds and rather stiffly confuckulated, they do.

Hmm.

Say, you don't think that WW might have a fat counter online do you? That would be monkey-ass-wild.

Note to self: Confirm fantasy idea of Weight-watchers' online fat counter.
Also find out how many calories makes a munchkin and then 4 more. And then 2 more.
Whilst there, also get the skinny on the "carb" mania. Fruits are friends. Are you a fruit? I'd be your friend.

~Post-research update - as meticulous as I am about my research, I spoz I forgot to look up munchkin count online but Weight-Watchers (disappointingly) doesn't have a fat/calorie counter. Shucks. Uh, I mean - Hurrah - I win! The idea of out and out weight watching was bogus. The impetus is not even perceptible.
How can you watch when you can't even count, I ask you?

However, a comprehensive search by Google revealed countless fat counters online, some can even tell you how many calories you burn when you put on lip-salve. Awesoriffic eh?
Go Google!

Feel free to surf to the second-best-loved site in the whole world wide web - "Google" and google a query. These hostile and anal food-haters must be stopped from taking over the popularity indices! Next thing you know they'll be toting spandex underwear. For people on the go.

Doom on them!
All in favor say "I" and then comment.

Over and out.


Thus sang Oingo Boingo