Kate Botello+Bobber=HOLY CRAP!

There he was. Sitting in his living room listening to rather inappropriate 90s music. He was on his sisters laptop. Brian's mother had recently purchased wifi so he was finally able to acheive his dream of surfing the web(the only surfind he was able to do... well, that is) and watch crap on tv at the same time. Unfourtuantly, nothing good was on tv. Seindfeld was probably on somewhere, and Brian almost felt compelled to make a joke about syndication, but he resisted. This was a new blog, and that was old blog humour. Brian then started to think about what the difference between old blog humour and new blog humour was and realized that there was very little difference, except this blog was to be in all third person(sans the first post). So maybe dumb Seindfeld refrences are not to low brow for this blog... *ahem*, his sister coughed. She was sitting near him peering at the wonders of him typing. Truely an artist she thought. *ahem* she coughed again as she read the former line. *hmmph* Brian humbled. But there was news to talk about. Brian had been wikipedia-ing(truely a horror to be seen), when he stumbled upon Kate Botello's Home Page. She was a host of many a shows, and Brian longed for the days of watchting Tech TV in his basement on his futon as Milo, his now dead cat, hacked up a lung.] "I'm bored" said Katie. Aparently reminissing of dead pets just wasn't her thing. While giggling at silly picture of Kate Botello dressed up as some 1950s bimbo, he clicked on the contact link. "EGADS!" Brian gasped, as he read what he was the bullet points. "I know what I must do... buy, Kate, Botello!!!'