Give Me Back My Face. . .with Some Bacon and Eggs

Ok, let's just chalk up this post as one of those things I probably find funnier than most people. Heck, I probably find this funnier than it actually is, but that's what this blog is for, right? It's not about readership, or my faithful readers, or comments or stuff like that (if I keep saying that enough, I might actually start to believe it). When it comes right down to it, this blog is for me posting the stuff that I find entertaining and want to have cataloged for a future date.

It's also a safe place for people to bash on Twilight without fearing repercussion. Those fans are scary, frightening people.

But I digress. I may have not discussed it much here on the blog, but Ron Swanson is one of my heroes. I actually dressed up as Ron Swanson last Halloween -- complete with a bag of bacon that I didn't share with anyone. And another Halloween costume I've contemplated doing sometime is that of Rorschach, the dark, brooding antihero from Watchmen. These two characters, apparently, have a lot in common. Jon Morris and RJ White noticed some similarities in the way these two men thought and spoke, so they took quotes from Ron Swanson and put them in comic panes from Watchmen, and they also took quotes from Rorschach and put them in scenes from Parks and Recreation. They call the website Ron Sworschach.

Make sense? Here are some examples:

But perhaps you faithful readers out there don't really care about Ron Swanson or Rorschach, or you may be passionate about one, but not about the other. Maybe this type of comedy died last night, and nobody cares. Nobody cares but me. . .

And perhaps one day the accumulated boredom will foam up about the internet users' waists, and all the bloggers and tweeters will look up and shout "Make us laugh!"

And I'll look down and whisper "No . . ."






Wow. This post kind of took a dark turn. Here's an adorable baby head-banging to the Beastie Boys!