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Bonus Blog: Suddenly I See The Greatness
If you wait about two weeks, I can be counted on to help with anything. Item: Have seen late night ad for a screen printer to print on t-shirts--for about $30. That's a small investment! They show people who are starting small biz with logos on their shirts, etc. So it sounds perfect? Grant deplored: "Oh, I forgot, they are all vegetarians. I guess saving the fishing industry goes against their principles." They will be interested in the saving of wildlife angle, then--if they come out. Good point you guys! Where are they? Maybe they all have contracts through complex paths of business relations, and risk losing them? Like, celeb/musician/actor works as spokesperson for xyz conglomerate, which has ties to big oil...? If so, hypocrites! I literally cannot abide footage of oil-covered sealife--just sickening. Then that damn commercial comes on for Dawn dish soap, showing cutesy ducks and such getting a little bathsy and all the oil just washes away. Ok, $1 a bottle to wildlife from fallout of Exxon...I'm skeptical--how much really goes to the cause? Arg. Enough rant. More work. And I can get to work on making t-shirts or whatever Grant wants in about two weeks. :)— June 10, 2010 10:55 p.m.
Bonus Blog: Suddenly I See The Greatness
PS: I would BUY a t-shirt with that graphic on it, hint hint— June 10, 2010 11:52 a.m.
Bonus Blog: Suddenly I See The Greatness
Dr. Peanut! Dr. Peanut! Dr. Peanut! Dr. Peanut! America, America, God shed his fur on thee... And crowned thy bowl with cod and sole From sea to shining sea... What is Dr. Peanut's plan for saving the fishing industry, especially now that stupid humans have gone and muddied up all the waters?— June 10, 2010 11:50 a.m.
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
just swooping in a moment... ...and the Viggo Mortensen (wee, I spelled it right without checking first!) masturbation video appears at the Reader for the twentieth time this year ;) "Speculative fiction was quite limited back then" Teach me, refried. Not sure whatcha mean by this.— June 10, 2010 11:40 a.m.
Oh where oh where can he/she be?
Someone told me to come here and give a chin up to auntiesd. I'm not ignoring you--I haven't posted more than a few lines on the site for a few weeks. Refried, I guess the issue will never be resolved, as I feel the need to make a slight correction: PP was retired not just because he called people names, though that was certainly annoying: He was "retired" because he spread hatred (whether he believed what he was posting or not) wherever he posted, and inserted himself in every discussion possible, so that it was impossible for other bloggers to breathe. Sorry, most of us feel we don't need an overgrown pathological baby to feed. Aside from that, I miss you refried, and everyone. Life intervenes, and we have to deal with it. I'll scurry back as soon as possible :)— June 7, 2010 11 a.m.
It Can Still Happen
IN A STATION OF THE METRO The apparition of these faces in the crowd ; Petals on a wet, black bough. Thanks, Ezra! Ok, so not the deepest analog here, but adequate. I've had a couple of moments like the one you describe, and it seems that flashes of such profundity can cut right through the suffocating veils of depression, even. Thanks for the memories, kstaff! ;)— May 25, 2010 10:21 p.m.
Slurp! Slurp! SERP Propels Felsinger's Pay
"Sorry, Don, but your blog is being high-jacked by everyday people, yeah, yeah." Hee hee. ;) ...speaking of everyday people, Burwell: I think you'd better keep your day job, because moonlighting as a sleuth seems to aim your steps too often towards a dinner establishment called "Lips." Don't get me wrong, though--I agree, nan would look cute dressed as a man dressed as herself. Viva Felicity Huffman :)— May 23, 2010 1:15 a.m.
...happy hump day...
I don't know if government employees think about sex. Hee hee, missed this one, Grant. And yes, I think many govt employees have time enough--am privy to some of the Superior Court's goings on, in different departments. Hey! It does force you to be anonymous, see? :)— May 21, 2010 9:42 a.m.
Anybody Lose Something?
Duly flagged!:) "Johnson: A Family Company." AG, add this to the story and you've got a fine Yondah column. ;)— May 21, 2010 9:38 a.m.
...monday blahs...
"...despite my best efforts and inner-chatter, I might have some very real problems wherever you are concerned. This can’t be healthy." No, not very. ;( "Today’s dress was not a good choice…wouldn’t stop me from stabbing your ovaries, but I’m not sure I’d wear that belt – draws the eyes to your gutty." And we wonder about health... Ok, this is the most disgusting image yet from Uncle Twistie. I get the same creeped out feeling I did when stumbling on first knowledge of his intense, daily voyeurism. Regular readers: Note that this is the first directly violent word: "stabbing."— May 20, 2010 2:29 a.m.