Brooke: Send me an email so I can get you signed up as a contributor for Bonfire of the Vanity Rooms. Thanks for the wonderful name, by the way!
Question: This is Ron Burgandy? Comment: I think Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas looks like a man. Concern: I'm afraid that if I still feel this crappy tomorrow that I will waste a Friday being grumpy.
I'm concerned that if I lose my job I won't be able to qualify for an auto loan. And if that happens I won't get invited to cool hip-hop rap parties unless I manage to find a cheap rental car. If only there was someone somewhere who could help me.... *sigh* :(
I won a million blog dollars by being first! Wow! Drinks are on me tonight! And I'll still have some money left over to take Brooke out on a virtual date. Any restaurant on the internet. My modem will pick you up at eight. You know what, all of you, free virtual cars -- like Oprah!
General John Abizaid was born in the US to Christian-Lebanese parents. He succeeded Tommy, I have mad writing skills, Franks and has hella credentials.
If you had to choose between one million regular size slushies all at once, or one giant slushie the size of a million that will last forever, which would you choose?
Johnny - every Friday head over to JJ's blog to get the opening line. Then write your flash fiction by Monday. Then we all run around and read each other's stuff.
I'm sitting a translation exam in under two weeks designed for Japanese grad law students to test whether they can understand laws/legal articles written in English.
I already speak English, and I fail to understand why I have to sit the exam. I asked the Admin Support Staff and they responded with "It's to test whether you can understand articles written in English." Surprise, surprise. I respond with, "I'm a native English speaker with a law degree from a University in an English-speaking country. Surely there is a presumption that I can speak the language..." Apparently not. I have to sit this exam, and then translate it into Japanese. Imagine my frustration.
Does anyone else love that Target commercial that says, "I like backpacks and I can not lie" to the tune of "I like big butts and I can not lie"? Every time I hear it I start dancing around the room. If I were a little kid, I would be singing that and not even know the original song. I wonder if that makes parents chuckle.
We work like a horse. We eat like a pig. We like to play chicken. You can get someone's goat. We can be as slippery as a snake. We get dog tired. We can be as quiet as a mouse. We can be as quick as a cat. Some of us are as strong as an ox. People try to buffalo others. Some are as ugly as a toad. We can be as gentle as a lamb. Sometimes we are as happy as a lark. Some of us drink like a fish. We can be as proud as a peacock. A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla. You can get a frog in your throat. We can be a lone wolf. But I'm having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log and undoubtedly must have atypical & quiescent potential for your intended readership. May I suggest that you do everything in your power to honor your encyclopedic/omniscient Designer/Architect as well as your revering audience. As soon as we acknowledge this Supreme Designer/Architect, Who has erected the beauteous fabric of the universe, our minds must necessarily be ravished with wonder at this infinate goodness, wisdom and power.
Please remember to never restrict anyone's opportunities for ascertaining uninterrupted existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to rebuild. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to lose. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak up. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy, Dr. Howdy
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is that the common culture of my youth is gone for good. It was hollowed out by the rise of ethnic "identity politics," then splintered beyond hope of repair by the emergence of the web-based technologies that so maximized and facilitated cultural choice as to make the broad-based offerings of the old mass media look bland and unchallenging by comparison."
36 comments:
Does the first person to post get any special prize?
Pancakes are better than waffles.
Comment:
I wanna be just like you, Brooke! I luv ya!
Neil - yes, you get a million blog dollars.
RUS - I'm going to agree with that. I'm not a waffle fan.
Mo - please go into my archives and read my Loser post before you say you want to be like me! Crazy girl!
Football season is almost here!!!
Oh, Brooke! I hope you know that all your wonderfulness fair outweighs the little things you feel insecure about!
Brooke: Send me an email so I can get you signed up as a contributor for Bonfire of the Vanity Rooms. Thanks for the wonderful name, by the way!
Question: This is Ron Burgandy?
Comment: I think Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas looks like a man.
Concern: I'm afraid that if I still feel this crappy tomorrow that I will waste a Friday being grumpy.
Damn the Spam, man. Damn the Spam.
I'm concerned that if I lose my job I won't be able to qualify for an auto loan. And if that happens I won't get invited to cool hip-hop rap parties unless I manage to find a cheap rental car. If only there was someone somewhere who could help me.... *sigh* :(
LOL @ girl with an alibi
I won a million blog dollars by being first! Wow! Drinks are on me tonight! And I'll still have some money left over to take Brooke out on a virtual date. Any restaurant on the internet. My modem will pick you up at eight. You know what, all of you, free virtual cars -- like Oprah!
OH! MY! GOD!!!!!
I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WON A FREE VIRTUAL CAR!!!!
*sobbing hysterically, tears streaming down my face, jumping up and down and hugging the stranger next to me who also just won a virtual car*
Spammers are the plague of the blogworld.
As well as the grammar and spelling world.
Lushy - I won?! My name won!!! I'm so excited!!! I named a bathroom blog!!!
I'll email you this weekend!
Brooke - just a statement - I love coming to your blog!
Lushy, I agree with you about Fergie. I also think Jessica Simpson is rather manly looking - in the face. You know, the whole square jaw thing.
why do I do my best editing, rewriting and coming up with ideas while sitting on the toilet?
PS: Brooke, I thought of you this morning when I broke my (one) nail and was cutting all of them off so they were even :)
General John Abizaid was born in the US to Christian-Lebanese parents. He succeeded Tommy, I have mad writing skills, Franks and has hella credentials.
Brooke, I love you, but I must say this:
You comment whore you.
And, Ubergirl younger's school clothes for 2 yr old preschool came and they are so adorable I could die.
Why don't people take better care of their feet if they're going to insist on wearing sandals.
Comment whores, unite!
I just added your link to my site!
I'm very interested to know where you were from in our motherland of Jersey . . .
If you had to choose between one million regular size slushies all at once, or one giant slushie the size of a million that will last forever, which would you choose?
Lo Lo - I love to be remembered for my anal retentiveness. And I did the same thing today too.
Egan - genius. Keep em comin'
Kris - I'm from way down south. Margate. You from Joisey too? What exit?
MQ - you edit on the toilet?
Ubie - love you too. Please post photos of ubergirl's uniform. Must see!
Ruben - that is one of the great mysteries of life. Pumice people! Pumice!
Anthony - all I can think about is the slushie head rush....
Neil - MoMo gets a car and I get dinner? What's wrong with this picture?
Wonder if my friend from Brunei will ever comment.
Hey, how do I get in on this flash fiction thing?
ps - george, thanks for the crop dusting. Much appreciated.
George - thanks for sharing.
Johnny - every Friday head over to JJ's blog to get the opening line. Then write your flash fiction by Monday. Then we all run around and read each other's stuff.
I'm sitting a translation exam in under two weeks designed for Japanese grad law students to test whether they can understand laws/legal articles written in English.
I already speak English, and I fail to understand why I have to sit the exam. I asked the Admin Support Staff and they responded with "It's to test whether you can understand articles written in English." Surprise, surprise. I respond with, "I'm a native English speaker with a law degree from a University in an English-speaking country. Surely there is a presumption that I can speak the language..." Apparently not. I have to sit this exam, and then translate it into Japanese. Imagine my frustration.
I'm guessing you have to pay for this exam as well? Therein lies the key...
Brian: (huddled in the corner) "I can't believe I'm related to these people!"
Does anyone else love that Target commercial that says, "I like backpacks and I can not lie" to the tune of "I like big butts and I can not lie"? Every time I hear it I start dancing around the room. If I were a little kid, I would be singing that and not even know the original song. I wonder if that makes parents chuckle.
Hooray Brooke!
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.
Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Howdy
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."
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