Took a bit longer to leave work than I'd hoped.
Headed up to Malibu to pick up some Wellness Formula for one of our houseguests, who arrived with a case of Colorado Gummylung. Gorgeous day, beautiful view of beach and ocean. Traffic was not hideous enough to overwhelm my feel-good iPod playlist, which says more about the playlist than north PCH.
I'm off to the barbecue. A couple hours viewing slow-roasted breasts on the beach gots me hungry for chicken.
Lord, I apologize for that last joke...
posted by Cthulhu @ 7:11 PM
26 comments
26 Comments:
Otta,
Of course I like you. See...sarcasm and jokes have a way with being lost is written form.
just ... happy ending or sad ending?
Ottava -
That doesn't count as a spoiler?
If you guys want to see the Liberals unhinged, follow this link and see where they want to spit in "A Republican's face" as well as beat them up etc. Yes, I have responded there repeatedly. See if you can pick out my responses.
http://sacramento.craigslist.org/pol/
Heading upstairs to lay in bed and watch the "Wallace and Grommit" movie on HBO...it is hidden under the guide as "Batman"
Night all.
my avatar's snow white. can't you give me the impossible?
Will you settle for an apple?
Ottavarima:
I haven't seen 8 Below, but I would say, if it has more than one dog in it, you know that at least one isn't going to make it.
Ottava -
From the TV promo I've seen exactly once, it would appear to be at least a somewhat happy ending.
But I could be horribly mistaken.
By the by, I responded to the nice comment you left at EE; too lazy to cut and paste it here.
I'm off to beddy-bye.
otta:
I've seen it. Parts of it will break your heart, no question. It has a redeeming end, and you'll cheer.
But you'll still have a broken heart.
All in all, I'm glad I saw it.
otta:
I'll take the recipe - even though I still don't yet have the squash recipe in return.
I'll have to actually make the squash casserole before I can give measurements and such. Right this minute, my instructions would start 'purchase enough yellow squash until the weight feels right' kind of thing.
otta:
No, just...I tried to find a way to explain without giving it away, but I just can't. It's a good movie, and it has a good ending, but there's some pain along the way.
Broken heart/redeeming end.
Best I can do.
I would like to see the refried bean recipe, please. Ottavarima, will you post it here?
Looks like I was a minute late. Thanks Ottavarima.
Thanks, otta. I'll try it this weekend.
Have you ever used Adobo - it's a fantastic mexican spice for both chicken and beef. I buy it at the local grocery, no need to go to a specialty store.
Yaaaawwwwnnnn.
It's bedtime for me. Back to the client's office in the am.
Will we see the insane one back on teh rampage tomorrow?
Inquiring minds want to know! Or not.
Don't panic, otta. There are no scary monsters in the dark. Just keep saying that to yourself.
There are no scary monsters in the dark.
There are no scary monsters in the dark.
There are no scary monsters in the dark....
hmmm... I notice that Deb has approved 7 comments to her latest post. So maybe she's back home from the holidays and is ready to rumble.
What IS it with this "anonymous" (and I'm not convinced it's Deb, I think it's a fellow traveler on the road to Nowhere)? Cherry picking comments at PW and AoSHQ and stringing them together. Guess it hopes to make the commenters look stupid or paranoid.
But no new posts at Frischville. Maybe someone FedExed her a clue.
I thought of something...anony is copying in those comments to have them to take to the RO hearing later this month.
She thinks she has to gather 'evidence' herself, and apparently has convinced herself that there is some kind of equivalence defense, i.e., 'See, Judge, how terrible those awful, awful people are on PW? So there!'
I think it's her, and given that she believes that she has to do these things herself and doesn't get that cut-n-paste is probably pretty much useless, I don't think she actually has a lawyer anymore. Or she has one and isn't consulting him/her.
Deb never has understood that by "moderating" comments to the extent that she does -- cherry picking herself what goes on the page and then replying within the comments themselves -- she is proving nothing to anyone except that she fails at Teh Interwebs.
And I hate to gainsay honest emotions about the loss of a dog but she's ridden that poor husky's bones long enough. Is she trying to set up a defense based on some kind of PTSD -- "my dog died so I can't control my behavior"? The dog died MONTHS ago.
blizzard -
I have to wonder what under-utilized portion of her brain thinks AOS commentary has to do with her case, anyway.
Maybe she thinks AOS and PW are really run by the same person. It's a conspiracy...a conspiracy to GET DEB (dun-dun-duuuuuuuun)!
Gotta get ready to hit traffic for work...later!
blizzard -
Just read your latest - at least the 'doggie died and I lost my mind' defense is better than the 'Bush was elected and I lost my mind' defense, in terms of elapsed time.
Ok, really bye now.
Enjoy your day, BrendaK!
While I'm in a mood to thrash DF's "anonymous" clipster, here's an example of editing. Please excuse the length, Sinner:
This is its post at dF:
milk comes from my nipples and is then slurped down my son’s throat. When I’m not hiding under the tot’s crib, that is.
Posted by Jeff Goldstein | permalink
on 09/02 at 03:01 PM
Posted by at September 2, 2006 03:45 PM
This is the post that came from on PW:
Forgive Little Thom. To him, Sadly, No! is an encyclopedia, and “Retardo Montalban” a modern-day Samuel Johnson.
For the umpteenth time. I invited one guy—one (I could be wrong, maybe there were two, but I only recall one)—to take a crotch cross to the temple. And that was after he suggested that milk comes from my nipples and is then slurped down my son’s throat. When I’m not hiding under the tot’s crib, that is.
It seemed to me—and it still does, incidentally, which is why I’ve never backed away from it—that a fine way to disabuse Kevin from Catch.com (the guy I made the offer to) of the idea that I am, in fact, a lactating woman, is to remind him by laying a flaccid meat slap across his brow.
How this singular offer constitutes a “fascination” on my part is beyond me. In fact, I would venture to guess that today alone, Little Thom has introduced cockslapping into the conversation roughly half as many times as I ever have—and I suspect that the only site truly “fascinated” with cockslapping on the entire web (outside of certain specialty sites, I mean), is Sadly, No!
But try as you might to get my attention by consistently bringing up my fascination with cockslapping—which Retardo, for instance, does long, hard, and frighteningly often—it remains true that the only people who seem to dwell on the practice hang out over there, and occasionally show up here to talk about my supposed inability not to talk about cockslapping. And they generally do so unprovoked. Like tittering little children who’ve learned a new dirty word.
So my advice is this: if you like it so much, Thom, use it. You don’t need me as a proxy any more. Open that fly, spread your winged thighs and let Little Thom swing, baby!
Posted by Jeff Goldstein | permalink
on 09/02 at 03:01 PM
A bit of misrepresentation, don't you think?
I'm sticking with my prediction that she has some pent-up talking points we will see later today.
She will try to be serious (coyote crap or making money).
She will do another stupid poem and/or link from an old post.
But she will be bumping teh cycle & going off by tonight at the latest.
Whoosh! Made it to work in record time...
If she is using that poor dogs death as a defense, she might keep in mind David Berkowitz. 'The dogs made me do it' didn't work out so well in his case.
I was under the impression that the dog didn't die, I thought she ate it.
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