KEY ISSUES
Observations by Key Monroe~~Home of Right Opinions, Cynical Viewpoints, and TMI in Hefty Doses |E-mail: keymonroe@hotmail.com
Wednesday, December 22, 2004

THE LONG AWAITED CATFISH POST

Due to popular demand, I have chosen to further discuss the origins of the catfish pic. You will find my theory HERE.

posted at 3:10 PM by Key |

Thursday, May 06, 2004

OKAY, APPARENTLY I'VE LOST HALF OF MY READERS IN THE MOVE

Since my wonderful, tender-hearted, ever appreciative of our friendship, sorry, good for nothin', almost-as-web-challenged-as-I-am FRIEND AND BLOGFADDAH won't/can't update my site on his blogroll, I guess I'll have to redirect traffic from here.

To hell with the trolls. If they follow me, the troll-burning will resume shortly.

YOU'LL FIND ME HERE: http://keyissues.mu.nu

posted at 1:34 PM by Key |

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

SNEAKIN' OFF
I've got new digs. I haven't formed a direct link, yet, because I was hoping to filter out a little unpopular traffic first.

So e-mail me, and I'll provide the new url.

...Although I'm certain many of you bright readers and bloggers are a step ahead of me, and have picked up on the less than subtle clues, or have followed a link from another site.

I'm still here and there anyway. Archives here, chillin' pad there. Readers here, MuNus there. English here, Latin there...

posted at 6:44 PM by Key |

MISSED OPPORTUNITY
Absolutely I watched the President last night. I caught the immediate feedback on Fox, but I must admit that I haven't made it around the blogosphere to get the real feedback.

I did check in with Baldilocks, who I knew would have something good to say, and I was right.

I appreciate him. I do. I'm on his side. Even if I weren't, I would be...because the alternative is too scary for words.

I do feel that there was a missed opportunity last night. I feel that the whole, "If you've made a mistake, what was it, and how would you do things differently..." could have been used more to his advantage.

That was his chance to say, "Well sure. You want mistakes, I could could spell a few out for you. In fact, I could Monday morning quarterback my whole life. Who couldn't? But given the knowledge that I had when I made the decisions that I did..." (continue with reinforcement of necessary measures taken in Iraq.)

Maybe that wouldn't have been the way to go. I don't write speeches. But, I really think he could have seized that opportunity to appeal to the fallible human side of the American public, yet come back with a strong finish. This leaves people with a feeling of huh, he is human, but a strong one, and a smart one, and one that may not be perfect for the job, but is best for the job.

Nobody is perfect for the job. But I can sleep at night with Bush in charge.

posted at 5:40 PM by Key |

Monday, April 12, 2004

PEER PRESSURE
I hear voices!

Come on, Key, everyone's doing it. Come with us...

Hmmm...I don't know.

Come on....You know you want to. It feeeels goood. It looooks gooood. Join usss....

Oh, whew, I'm not sure...what are the side effects of doing munu? I've never heard of it?

Side effectsss....no side effectsss, join usss...

Is this some sort of cult, where people are running around speaking in tongues, or worse, latin?

Cult! Of course not! We're just a bunch of good-hearted people who reach out to those who need us. heh..cult, right.

Yeah, okay. I'm in.

(Madfish Willie will be preparing my MuNuvian robes.)

posted at 7:31 PM by Key |

Friday, April 09, 2004

HOW MANY CUSS WORDS CAN YOU CRAM INTO ONE SENTENCE
WITH SAID SENTENCE MAINTAINING SOME SEMBLANCE OF GRAMMATICAL INTEGRITY?
I don't know, but I'm putting forth some serious effort over here. Yeah, it's been one of those days. I guess that's what I get for working on Good Friday.

I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend and a beautiful Easter.

posted at 4:19 PM by Key |

Thursday, April 08, 2004

SHE DOESN'T DO ANYTHING FOR ME
Is it just me? Is Julia Stiles actually sexy as hell?

I actually liked Save the Last Dance. She's a good actress, attractive even. But I don't think I would have used the words "pretty blonde" to describe her, as the author of this article did.

I can't help but wonder how many times the author switched out the adjective there before settling on that...

posted at 3:27 PM by Key |

JOINING THE REINDEER GAMES
I tried to stay out of it, really I did...I saw that abortion topic and quickly fled to another page, but then I went back today. I suppose I'll be getting troll-mail...again.

posted at 3:04 PM by Key |

I MISS JELLO PUDDING POPS!
...AND I HAVE BEEN MISSING THEM FOR ABOUT A DECADE NOW.
And then I hear a rumor...NO, DON'T TEASE ME! Are they back or not?

I want the real deal. Here's the petition. What's Jello's problem anyway? I think I singlehandedly bought enough to keep 'em alive.

posted at 1:56 PM by Key |

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

WEIRD DREAM
Okay, she posted hers, I guess I can post mine....but I don't think it makes any sense, that is, unless you people are going to go all Freudian on me.

A friend and I were staying at the home of a local couple. (They have a cute son, and I'm fairly convinced that he's caught the eye of a certain Miss Priss.)

Anyway, the accommodations were studio-type. Bed/bath/kitchenette all in one. I had my own bed, but everyone was in the same room. For some reason, this did not stop me from sleeping topless.

So the next morning, the happy couple took a shower together. Although everything was open, a modicum of privacy was afforded in the shower, thanks to the shower door.

After they were finished, the husband told me that it was my turn. So, I got up and headed toward the shower. I must have been moving too slowly; my overly nervous and severely modest friend beat me to it.

So I turned back toward the bed. I figured that was as good a place as any to wait my turn.

The husband was standing in front of the bed blocking re-entry. "Just use the tub," he said. It was an order.

I looked at the tub. It was a free-standing antique tub in the middle of the room. But okay, whatever. It did occur to me that I would be completely undressing in front of these people, but within the dream, it was a mandatory assignment.

So I undressed. Nobody really seemed interested, except for the husband. He watched, but not in a sexy way...more like a warden would watch an inmate undress for a shower.

As I peeled off the last thread of clothing, I looked up and made eye contact with him, as if to say happy? like whatchya see?

He grinned for the first time. "Nice eyes."

posted at 5:50 PM by Key |