Thursday, September 14, 2006

This place will be shuttered sometime tomorrow (Friday).

If you are still having login issues at TSW send me an email at:

sinner -at- tehsqueakywheel -dot- com.


At 7:15 PM, Blogger Yoda said...

Teh first

At 7:17 PM, Blogger Yoda said...

Teh nostalgia...teh memories...teh wasted work glad I'm teh self meployeed

At 7:26 PM, Blogger Ducky said...


Teh "Amen"

except the self-employed part.

I free lance, but I also work for "the man."


The DTs during the day are killing me!

At 7:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

[wiping tables]

gotta love the self employeed thing

it's what's enabled me to be here so much.

ah yes. teh nostalgia.

[drying glasses]

At 7:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

[sweeping sawdust]

hello? anybody here?

At 7:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

who's locking up? sinner? sulla?

i don't have the keys. but it looks like everything's all clean for the next occupants.

root beer anyone?

At 7:57 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh wait!

seems hawk still doesn't have a passport to the new cage.

now that just ain't right. at all!

At 8:01 PM, Blogger Yoda said...

Working for the man is a noble's how I became self employed. And "The Man” can teach you a lot. In fact, most everything I use in my consulting work today was learned from "The Man".
You will persevere and succeed

At 8:02 PM, Blogger Hawksp said...


I tried again. It doesn't seem to want to e-mail me one after I register.

At 8:16 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

SINNER!! did you hear that?

what hawk said? can you help a guy out?

At 8:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

hawk, do you think it might help if you had a gmail address?

if so, just email me at and i'll send you an invite.

At 8:26 PM, Blogger Dianna said...

Hawk, are you still stuck here?

At 8:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


you still here?

At 8:46 PM, Blogger Dianna said...

Hawk, are you still stuck here?

At 9:24 PM, Blogger Northwesterner said...

As they say in Israel, most especially at the airport: Will the last one to leave please turn out the lights?

At 9:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

lights out.

good night and good luck.

At 9:41 PM, Blogger Stashiu3 said...


At 10:42 PM, Blogger Paddy O'Furnijur said...

Walls for the wind,
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire -
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire!

May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong. And may you be in heaven
half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

God bless you and keep you, good gerbils.

At 1:37 AM, Blogger SBH said...

Early bedtime over here. All ya'll are asleep and there is more fun going on at the new, shiny cage. Last lullaby here, Gerbils...sniff...

Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well
Her style and her beauty, sure none can excel
There's a smile upon her countenance as she sits on my knee
Sure there's no one in in this wide world as happy as we

Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I hope she's safe landed without any shock
If ever we should meet again by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me

Goodnight Gerbils...everything is cleaned up...
thank yous to Sinner and Vice said...lights are out...and so are we.

('till tomorrow at the Squeaky Wheel, Teh Yeah!!)QQ

At 4:46 AM, Blogger kentuckyjoe said...

Good morning Gerbils. First shift reporting for duty. Advice for the day:

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober. Let me alone. Let me go home. Let me back and start over.

Well, I've rambled around this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes.
Times getting' rough. I can't get enough to buy me a little bottle of wine.


Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the mine.
Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little bottle of wine.


Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. The miner will dig in the mine.
I ride the rods, trusting in God, huggin' my little bottle of wine.


Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants so old that they shine.
Out on the street, I tell the people I meet to buy me a little bottle of wine.


Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.

At 5:18 AM, Blogger Fatwa Arbuckle said...

Mornin', KJoe -

Just stopped by to see the old clubhouse one last time before I'm off to annoy some potential clients.

Don't forget to register (if you haven't already) at Teh Squeaky Wheel.

Hope you have a pleasant Friday; see you at the new place!

At 7:03 AM, Blogger minteh said...

teh last?

teh bye!™


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