I've had 20 minutes or so to really think about it, and I think I will designate this as my worst possible idea for a blog entry. My supporting evidence:

1) It's not even original work. It's me replacing words to make it sound funny.

2) It appeals only to a very limited audience, some of which might very well be incredibly stupid if they do in fact like it.

3) It's a parody of the Ghostubusters song. I mean, seriously - what was I thinking?

4) It's predictable, dated, dismal, and a sad waste of webspace.

5) It was completed at the end of a workday, a time in which my mind has frequently been compared to tepid oatmeal.

6) "Stalkin' you in a big snowstorm"? "Gotta kill yer papa, too?" I mean - that's just dark.

7) The phrase "Force Ghost Busters" isn't even rythmically correct for the refrain.

8) It took me 10 minutes to figure out a rhyme for "snowstorm". 10 minutes of my life.

9) I hated the original song. Even in 1984.

10) I have somehow insulted Ray Park by mentioning him.

Yes, this is the very suckiest blog entry I have made to date. I had others, mind you - other fine contenders for this title, but I think you have to agree - this sucks.

It sucks on a scale rarely achieved. It sucks soggy bran muffins through a straw. It sucks pavement off a turnpike. It sucks so much, it sucks time itself. I think it's entirely possible that if you read this entry enough, you will actually go back in time, into the distant primordial history of suction. You might say "Nay, nay, Dark Moose, you're being too hard on yourself - nothing could suck that much, or that badly." But I hold myself to a different standard of mediocrity, dear reader. My mediocrity must represent a refined taste for being banal and unoriginal. But this...this is just beneath me. I would say it sucks so very very much, it blows out the other end.

And yet, here it is, and here it remains as a reminder to us all of why sucky blog entries should be stamped out, eliminated, as they are a blight upon our community. I daresay, that if I continued to post such blog entries, I would suck the blogs into the very deepest, most vile regions of hell.

So, without further adieu, I return you to your previously scheduled entry.

I invite you now to find your favorite parachute pants to optimize your break dancing experience with the following adaptation of a classic from 1984.

As before, and once again, I apologize in advance.

Cue drum machine.

*ahem*

Force Ghost Busters

If there's something strange talkin in your ear
Who you gonna call?
Force Ghost Busters!
If a dead Jedi wants to help you steer
Who you gonna call?
Force Ghost Busters!

I ain't afraid of ol' Ben
I ain't afraid of ol' Ben

If he's stalkin' you in a big snowstorm
Who can you call?
Force Ghost Busters!
A blue outline around a ghostly form
Oh, who you gonna call?
Force Ghost Busters!

I ain't afraid of ol' Ben
I ain't afraid of ol' Ben
I ain't afraid of ol' Ben
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If he gives his certain point of view
Who you gonna call?
Force Ghost Busters!
And he says you gotta kill yer papa, too
Who you gonna call?
Force Ghost Busters!!

Ow! Force Bustin' makes ya feel good..

Who you gonna call
Force Ghost Busters!

This concludes our demonstration. Pinecone refunds can be obtained via written request mailed to your nearest forest outlet. Thank you, and good night. :0)

DM out