Flashback!
Despite rumors to the contrary, I am, indeed, still alive. Just a little overwhelmed with shit right now.
If you believe in some sort of god or cosmic thingamadood (I know most people who read this blog don’t, but wev), please throw some good thoughts up for me? Nothing horrible, tragic, or terrible has happened, but it seems like I just cannot.catch.a.break.
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Do not let the bastards grind you down.
It’ll be better eventually.
(Best thoughts available.)
How about if I drink a beer for you?
How about five or six?
but it seems like I just cannot.catch.a.break.
Hey now. Stop working my side of the street.
Anyways, feel free to stop by the Empire and vent. I will certainly commiserate.
Musics for T&U.
I volunteer to drink an entire bottle of wine!
*sacrifice*
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I volunteer to hold Thunder’s hair back during the barfing phase, should such an unfortunate event come to pass, i.e., if Thunder is a lightweight.
Hmm. Times like these call for burnt sacrifices. Okay, I am off to forage for vegetables!
I got a haircut Saturday. No need to hold anything back…
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Granny likes to borrow, a special kind of magic where the user enters the mind of an animal and can see through the eyes of that animal. As this technique renders her own body totally dormant, she now wears a small cardboard sign with the words “I Aten’t Dead” on it to avoid unnecessary embarrassment.
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Good luck
I hope it gets better quickly, and you’ll get some time for yourself
I’ll think happy thought about you as I’m cursing at random strangers.
Good to hear from you, kiddo.
My postmodern sense of ironic detachment was slipping like a bad combover.
It’ll get better.
John Revolta – or anyone else – perhaps our T&U needs a snappy, effervescent, possibly Celtic-inspired song* to cheer her up. I have done some of the preliminary work for you in the basic consonance department.
EXHIBIT A: liable, pliable, viable, undeniable, justifiable, unverifiable
EXHIBIT B: succulent (the best), plus supplicant, subsequent, benevolent, insolent, flatulent (don’t use that one), violent, turbulent, excellent, malevolent, opulent
You’re welcome. I am happy to be of service.
*Limericks, epic poems, or tasteful hip-hoppy confections would also be acceptable.
Maybe we should just unload a Zardoz over here.
Baddodle-boo-yeah.
Zomdoodle-bop-zom-a-nom.
She’s Truculent and Unreliable
Nonetheless her charm’s undeniable
For her, drink a beer
Till you fall on your ear
In the faint hope she’ll become more pliable
No. It doesn’t make sense, I’m no Actor212.
Truculent and Unreliable
something something something not liable.
I’m no Actor212.
wait. YOU’RE Tintin?
It doesn’t make sense, I’m no Actor212.
CHOWDER TINTIN ISRAEL
You’re fucking kidding, ZRM.
BADOODLE-BOO-YEAH!@!!
Gaahhhh
I’m NOT EITHER tintin. Nor am I Teh Donalde nor Carl Solonen. I’m not Donald Trump neever.
Here’s a sercret: I’m also not a delicious creamy soup made from whales. Shhh! Don’t tell!
Sounds like someone needs a cookie. A gluten free cookie. Better yet, a pitcher of gluten free margaritas.
I am off to forage for vegetables!
What are you looking for? I’ve been subsisting largely on nettles lately. Creamed nettles, served on toast, topped with a fried egg… c’est fantastique!
Hope stuff clears up soon.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put T&U together.
Oh, there once was a girl who was succulent
And acerbic and salty and succulent
When approached propositionally
She would dither conditionally
And pretend not to know what the fuckyoumeant.
Ack. “Truculent” in the first line.
Whack-fol-the daddy-o, also.
In Breaking News:
The search for master criminal Tin Tin/Whale Chowder continues.
Initially leads led to a Lead Factory in Leeds. But that investigation went down like a flotation device made of inappropriate materials.
Secondary leads led to seconds factory in Dublin but the clues gathered there were a fraction of minute.
However the Seal commander, known only as “Sammy” remains upbeat. “The guys have all got bukkits so we are expecting some shrimp, some squid and maybe a crabs, although they are all clean living soldiers”
By way of clarification he added “Arf arf arf”
Oh, there once was a girl who was succulent
*snaps fingers in appreciation*
I’ll play bass at yer next poetry slam.
Think I’ve had that beer or six for you…
Good to hear that you’re alive, alive oh.
perhaps our T&U needs a snappy, effervescent, possibly Celtic-inspired song* to cheer her up.
Something like this perhaps?
Not Celtic-inspired, but this one gets right down to the real Nitty Gritty.
I heven’t gotten around to downing that six pack for you yet, but the Piano Has Been Drinking.
Ooh, bless your heart, J-Rev, that was brilliant. If only I had editing privileges, I’d put the first comment right. Luckily it’s an obvious and easy fix.
All of y’all are so charming. It almost makes me feel like starting my own blog and then bailing, mysteriously. Almost. Almost.
Nah. Not even close. Not when I can scamper through the webz and glom onto the blogs of others. Your hearts? Please allow me to bless all of them.
starting my own blog and then bailing, mysteriously.
everyone does it eventually.
Pictures of Callista Gingrich cheer EVERYBODY up.
But also destroy Blogger.
I was given to understand that the force bloggeur occurred when the sudden proliferation of Callista Gingrich simulacra caused Ann Althouse to fulminate and screeee, après quoi,le déluge, and that is why I ordered the Franzia airlift. Jeez, I hope it was worth all the trees that perished to make those boxes.
I was given to understand that the force bloggeur occurred when the sudden proliferation of Callista Gingrich simulacra…
And I thought that Blogger was just being Truculent & Unreliable.
Jeezus! All these people! I know them! THEY ARE FOLLOWING ME AROUND!
Wait. Are we supposed to be poetically artistic here or something like that? wev.
I’m not even angry.
I’m being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart,
and vanished.
And made no new posts,
or even snarky comments at that place.
We all want to know what’s up.
We’re concerned about you!
And we want to know
about your shoplifting pal,
but you had to go (Galt?),
you’re a hard to find gal.
So I’m mad and I wrote
this cheesy musical note
for T&U, who is
still alive.
Iiiiii ohhhhh I’m Still Alive
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Are you kidding me? It’s been over 24 hours AND you let the zombie in ahead of me. That’s it, no moar Jonathon Coulton inspired tributes for you.
Awwwww I love you guys so much!
BTW, shoplifting pal was caught stealing coffee from the kiosk in the hospital and STILL WASN’T FIRED.
Who steals coffee?
OMFG! Who steals hospital coffee?!?!
I know, right? Apparently, the big boss actually called the kiosk manager at home to apologize. WTF???
She has pictures of the Big Boss doing…something.
Stealing hospital coffee? That’s CIA, man. That’s the agency.