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Totally senseless nattering without a shred of redeeming value? Probably...

Saturday, August 30, 2003

Good news, Bob, that you're a Democrat. Being a Democrat isn't enough though; you've got to get out there and talk to your friends and neighbors. You've got to volunteer to make get-out-the-vote calls at your local Democratic Party Center. You've got to make a difference!

Now, if only Kitty weren't a Canadian...oh, well. You can still post Democratic links on your website, Kitten!

Friday, August 29, 2003

Bobby, in case you aren't motivated to take on the GOP, you might give heed to the comments of Matt Foreman. National Gay and Lesbian Task Force Executive Director. His remarks included the statement: And mark my words, [the GOP] are already geared up to make gay people and our relationships the Willie Hortons of the 2004 election cycle. This time, gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people will be their chosen prey to distract the nation from the mess they've created at home and abroad. Read it all.
Kitten, you can find all the chapters of Bob's erotica, PUD just by clicking PUD. Neat, huh? I love the internet!

Oh, and when you reach the site, just click on the oldest date first, for that's the first chapter. If you don't want to read it online, open it up and save it to your hard drive as text to read later. You can save all 6 chapters to read at your leisure. Just remember to delete them when you're done. Tampy doesn't want to sue any of us for copyright infringements.
Bob, before you get too angry with me about your book, please take into consideration all the time I've been spending trying to ensure that we Californians remain unsullied by the GOP. You may not be frightened by the prospect, but that's only because you are part ostrich. You should put your book aside for now and spend your energies supporting Democrats for the governorship. Don't forget ! Vote against the recall and for Bustamante. We must prevail.

But I'm glad to hear you're prepared to fend off Fred's demands, at least. He's so spoiled since he became a famous rich author!

Kitty, Fred never exposed himself to me. You must be very special.
For lunch, I wanted to reproduce my wonderful noodle lunch recipe, but I was out of ramen noodles. I decided that angel hair pasta should be about the same. I went through all the steps, adding some ground spices I had leftover from an earlier pasta dish in place of flavoring packet. I gotta tell you: it was awful! The ramen is essential to the dish. Just remember that if you're tempted to make substitutions.

BTW, I'm always interested in creative ways to make a meal from ramen noodles, especially if they doesn't require the addition of a lot of expensive ingredients. So feel free to post your recipes here.
Fred, don't worry about fixing that link. I took the liberty of fixing it myself, said the little red hen.
It's a shame when you read a blog that you can't comment on, yet you violently disagree with its message.
Are you sure, Kitty? Because I heard that there was a rogue gang of tonsil harvesters in operation who were reselling the contraband tonsils as an exotic soup ingredient. Famous, wealthy writers were paying big bucks for them. Fred can probably tell you more, if he's willing to expose himself.
Okay, leave me alone here, but if I sink into excessive sincerity, you'll have only yourselves to blame.
Bolg? Democrtic? What's wrong with you two?

Bobby, what are you doing up at 5 AM? More of that old bugaboo, depression? Or do home owners in LA have to get up early in order to pay property taxes?

You'll be happy to know that we (Kitty and I) have saved you from ferrying Fred around in a rickshaw. Now he's going to ferry you. No! That's no pun, dammit!

Speaking of Fred: it takes some nerve for a rich, famous writer to go off on a jaunt to the mountains with his lovely wife, leaving the rest of us to swelter in the valley while we keep the blog alive. It's this kind of callous treatment that leads to class warfare. Just wait until he gets back, with his tales of fancy teas, massages, spas, golf, caviar and high-priced mouse genes. We shall riot in the streets of bollox! Down with the imperialist writer class!
I am off the air till Tuesday.

Good luck in all of your endeavors!
I am about to leave on a long weekend in the mountains. It should be a fine time for Mr. and Mrs. Willard.

Mare, I must have put the link in the wrong place. I'll straighten it out when I'm back in town.

I think it would only be fair for Bob and I to take turns pulling the Rickshaw, but If I did it my heart would explode and Bob would have to dispose of the body. Therefore we will organize along the principle of "From each according to his ability to each according to his need."

It would be swell if the Democrtic party had a soul, but I'd be happy just to see it win.

Kitty, how did you lose your tonsils? All of bollox wants to know.

Thursday, August 28, 2003

Have you ever seen anybody who wasn't flesh-colored? The only ones I ever saw were painted.

Watch your edits of my excessively sincere links, Frederick! Methane has no place on the menu.
What's this late to rise, early to bed nonsense? Lazy slackers!
Does the Democratic Party have a soul? It could have, in 2004.
If you do a Google on sincerely excessive, you get some odd responses. I suggest you search instead for "sincerely excessive." You'll get many fewer hits that way, but they won't be quite so disconcerting.
You aren't listening, Fred. Kitty and I have it all sorted out. You are to pull; Bob is to ride. It's the only way.

Sorry to hear about your flu, Kitty. It wasn't like you to be silent so long; I knew something was wrong. BTW, don't worry about punctuation: like paprika, whether you use a lot or a little, the flavor stays the same. Hm. Well, maybe it's like salt. Or sugar. I'm sure it's like something.

Should any of you tire of my excessive sincerity, you can try some sincere excess.
Air Content: 80% methane
Did you miss a colon?
Actually, Bob will be in Chinese formal dress and will be pulling me.

I haven't settled on my costume yet.

Maybe I will dress like Lash Larue.

And what of your excessive sincereity?
The image of you pulling Bob in the rickshaw has a certain appeal. Ask Kitty. I'm sure she'll see it.

What of my excessive sincerity?
You are alone because nobody else is here.

In Hollywood, I will ride the rickshaw. Bob will be dressed in an embroidered red satin Chinese ensemble and will cut a dashing figure.

The recipe does sound explosive. It's certain to win the Gold Medal for whoever eats it.
What's become of Kitten? And Annalou? And Tampy? And Fred? Why am I all alone? Was it the excessive sincerity? The long, pointed silences? The methane? What?
Re: your trip to Hollywood. Are you going to ride in or pull that rickshaw? I just want to be sure I have the correct image in my mind.
Just in passing, I would like to point out to you, Freddie, that three wrongs are morally superior to even one neo-right. That's using the WSMQ (World Standard Morality Quotient): you know, the one that says people are more important than profits. It says a bunch of other things, too, but they all devolve to that one simple concept. Under that concept, we would never have gone to war against Iraq, because we would have seen the irony in killing/maiming thousands of people to rid the world of one immobilized tyrant. And all in the name of peace? Forgive my incredulity.
You made up those Official rules, Fred. I know you did. Little does it profit a man if he makes up his own rules yet loses his rights to fancy teas.

For Tampy's contest, I have something much more effective than bean salad. Try this: chop one sweet onion. Drop it into boiling vegtetable broth or water with half a pound of garden salad; that is, prepackaged salad composed of iceberg lettuce, shredded red cabbage and grated carrots. Boil until translucent. Crush noodles from 2 packages of chicken flavor ramen noodles. Add them to the vegetables. Add the flavoring packets. Reduce the heat to simmer. Break two eggs into a bowl. Slip the eggs gently onto the top of the ramen/vegetable mixture. Do not stir! Cover tightly and leave on lowest setting for 6 minutes or until eggs are set. Ladle into two bowls and serve sprinkled with cayenne pepper. There's something about that onion/egg/vegetable combo that produces real results. Despite its explosive properties, it is also an inexpensive, simple to prepare, nutritionally rich lunch.

Go to American Rhetoric and listen to MLK, Jr., Fred, and all will be forgiven. Every year when I listen to that speech, I am awed again. What a man! What a mind! And, of course, what a loss!

Enough excessive sincerity or shall I serve up some more?
Mare,

I have checked the Official Rules and Rituals of Blogdom and found you are wrong, wrong, wrong.

It is the responsibility of the blog owner to provide essential services to blog members.

For instance, you should hitch hike to Tampy's with a bean salad for his training diet should he choose to participate in the World Championship of Farting.

And,

You should send me expensive teas so I don't lose my integrity.
Mare,

You're not being excessively sincere.

Hugo Home

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Freddie, my dear, this is not a list. The old rules do not apply. You should feel privileged that I allow you to post here for the measly sums I charge. You're already late paying your bill; I expect prompt payment upon receipt. If enough people take responsibility for their debts (Bob? Kitten?), then I may be able to consider some upgrades to the service. Until then, buzz off!

Mare,

To repeat my previous message: I don't have any link icon or BI on my post tool bar.

Why not?

As list owner it is your responsibility to solve this probelm even if it means you have to stay up all night and ruin your health.

It's a solemn repsonsibility to run the bollox blog, as any excessively sincere person will immediatly realize.

I am anguished that this problem has not been sorted out and think I may take a nap to deal with my despair and disappointment.

An entire nation grieves... how can you be so callous?

Hugo Home
Coming back from the doctor's office this morning I saw a sign which said: ACE Spanking Center.

I wonder what that was?

Heart Rate: 67
I think we might create a stir by wearing crowns of laurels and togas.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

I never claimed to have any morals to be sacrificed.

I don't have any B I or blue balls on my edit tool bar.

... and yes, I do have a plan to create excitement in LA. Bob has agreed to give me the grand tour in a rickshaw.
But don't take my advice. Ask Bob. He'd know.
But after fall, integrity can be somewhat dull. Hollywood deals in excitement. You may have to generate some if you want to swim there.
Your heart rate is too low, Fred.

I do worry about your integrity. That's just me. I'm a worrier.

What on earth are you talking about, Fred? I am talking about adding a link to Arts & Letters Daily to our link collection. You don't need blue balls for that. Anyway, there is no blue ball available as you note. I used HTML just as you did.

The blue ball is only available to create links within text when you post. I assume you're posting from the same page I am? You are in Blogger where it says Create New Post? Beneath that, in bold it says Post, and beneath that, you see a B I and a little blue ball. I can't paste it here or reproduce it. That's very handy for adding links to posts, but as far as I know, it has absolutely no value in adding links to Links.

But then, I'm easily confused.
Mare, don't worry about my integrity. I'm only going to work on high class projects.

The first one is going to be a musical comedy based on the McNeil/Lehrer News Hour.

Then, I'm going to do a modern teen romance set around an updated version of the Lincoln/Douglas Debates
Heart Rate:68
Yes, Mare I'm proud of you. I don't have a link button on the toolbar, so I've been having to write links in HTML with a text editor. How are you doing it and why don't I have a blue ball -- on the toolbar?
You've all been to visit BushCo's website, I trust? If not, you must drop by for a little Southern hospitality. You'll be vastly enriched by your visit, though it may have an upfront cost. Give it a twirl.
Bobby, baby, click on Arts and Letters Daily under Mare's Excessively Sincere Links. That's aldaily. I'm so proud.

Fred, ain'cha proud of me?
What, me blather? I assume you are making an attempt at humor, Bob. But, please, by all means, post the Parched Persephone, edited of course of X-rated material. We wouldn't want to char young minds.

Kitty, you don't understand how Hollywood works, do you? I don't blame you. After all, you're an innocent, righteous Canadian. It wouldn't occur to you that people could descend to such depths and still lay claim to humanity. It's a frightening situation. First, they lure innocents to town. They give lip service to observing boundaries, but there never was a boundary to they didn't intend to siege. Their baby steps seem so innocuous, the victims rarely realize they've been compromised until their souls are on the spit. Oh, Fred's doomed, believe me. All we can do is have you, in your new spirituality, pray for his soul. Sad, but there it is.
Tampy is correct. Not only can I not read the Japanese edition, but it took me a while to figure out how I was supposed to hold it. They read from what we would consider back to front.

Methane is no joke. Just ask the Terminal Flatulence Foundation.

I am already seeling my integrity to the highest bidder. What am I bid?

If I spend any time in LA, I won't want to drive, so I'm thinking about making Tampy pull me around in a rickshaw.

It will be a great conditioning program for him and it would be a way for me to establish myself in the comminuity.



Monday, August 25, 2003

Oh, I'm so proud of myself! I added aldaily. I can now add my own excessively sincere links and change the course of history. See, Bob, I'm not too old to learn. If I can do it, so can you. Those linky things, you know.
What about Baz? Does anybody have his email address? We need to invite him. Unless of course, he's Fred or Bob or Randi or Annalou, in which case he is here already. Perhaps he is all four! What fun!

You've been very naughty today, children. Let's have no more jokes about methane. It's not a laughing matter.

Freddie, don't go to Hollywood and sell your integrity! What are you thinking? There's more to life than money, women, wine and sunshine. Pathetic, what some people will do for fancy teas. I'm glad I'm on the moral high road.

Catch the lastest on Kucinich. He's not going to sit idly by while men die.

I'm full of grace from tending gkids. Blessings upon us all. Cheerio, sinners!
I just received my copies of the Japanese edition of Princess Naughty and the Voodoo Cadillac.

Very cool.
More proof it is a bad idea.
Tampy, how much do the catalytic convertors weigh? If it's more that 8 oz you will have to carry mine.

Hopefully, it won't leak.

I am working on a number of proposals, so I'll have to see what happens.

If I get the green light, I'll move in with you.

I'll take the master bedroom and you can sleep under the stairs and cook gourmet meals which you can pay for from your high salary as a prize-winning star of the product support industry.


Heart Rate: 78
I don't think that would work. The gas would force the plug out at such a high velocity that it might kill someone.
Tampykins, I am trying to learn all things LA as I may end up having to spend some time out there. Do they have environmental ordinances against butt-blasting, for instance. Perhaps I could move into the town house next to your's and tap into the air conditioning ducts. Maybe I could convince Birtlles to be your roomate too.

How many awards have you won lately?

We need to know these things.


Sunday, August 24, 2003

Gkids were here. We spend hours playing Geneforge. I died. Too many times.

Fred, Bob isn't going to tell you what part of LA he lives in. He's trying to usurp my position as the blog paranoid. BTW, condolences on your cat. I know it's too soon to think of getting another, but I do have a spare. Keep it in mind. Mrs. Fred would adore him.

Bob, I live to see you post your own linky things. It is my sole reason for existing.

I've only read one chapter of your work. I'll get to the second one tonight. Then I'll have to go download more. I don't like his pinched mouth. It's unfair, even considering the smile wattage. As a pinched mouth possessor myself, I know the pain it brings him. So much pathos!

I am too tired to do anything more tonight. Gkids gain energy by visiting; I lose.
Mr. Bob,

What part of LA do you live in? Do you like it there?
Fart Rate: 143/hr
Pulse Rate: 71
Mare, your advice is always fascinating, but I went to cardiac rehab for about six months. Now I am doing it at home. Ergo the stationary bike. That is, as you say, how it works.

My cat was still alive until last week. I awoke to find it dead in the middle of a persian carpet in the living room. It was a nice setting for a dead cat.

Hence, the cat carrier you posted would mostly be of value to me for taking it's corpse to visit some of it's favorite haunts.

Also, please don't mention the blue balls to Tampy.

We don't have any Koalas around here but the possums are fucking with wild enthusiasm and reclaiming the downtown area for their own.

Does a prick not bleed?




Oh, and Bob, Karen Blixen is one of my favorite authors. What a lovely link!
Bob, you see that little blue ball at the uppermost left-hand corner of the Post box? If you want to insert a URL anywhere in your text, you merely copy the url, click on the ball, paste the url in the dialogue box that pops up and click ok. Then you preview your post to be sure it appears as you desired. If it does, you can either re-edit and add more to the post or post the post. Very simple.
Heart rate 83? You are dead, Fred. However, if you are still debating cardiac rehab vs. bike at home, rehab has equipment to monitor your physical condition, so it's good insurance against overdoing it. It needn't be a long course, just a long enough to provide a guideline that you can use to continue exercising on your bike at home. That's how that works.

You told me your cat was still alive!

Anal, your writing has improved vastly.

Tampy, there's room for only one paranoid per blog, and I'm the paranoid on this one. Although this is a public group, don't deceive yourself that anyone would waste time reading it. We are always so much more mundane than we imagine.

Kitten, what's a spiritual meal?

Saturday, August 23, 2003

Mare, you shouldn't watch C-span. It's always dealing with issues.

You'd be better off watching Animal Detectives. There's a lot of moral certainty there.

I am rich in wisdom of the path to enlightenment.

Tampy is special to.

In fact, we all are special in our own ways... even if those ways are largely incomprehensible to the citizens of the outside world.

I am pleased to receive so much encouragement on my purchase of an excercise bike.

I have tried to sit and be fit, but it hasn't worked well for me.

Now I have a few choices: 1. use the bike at home, 2. go back to cardiac rehab and pay much more money to use their bike, or 3. keel over and become as dead as my late cat.

I think even the fuckwits around here can see the benefits of choice one.

Now, Mare, regarding the issue of the predictability of becoming a serial poisoner, I think anyone who was a modestly observant human with some exposure to the social sciences would come to the obvious conclusion that every member of your family was going to be a poisoner.

Accept it , use it, and don't send me any cakes in the mail.

Tampy, if someone wants to find these posts, they can read them.

I intend to produce vast amounts of methane and ship you a huge plastic garbage bag filled with it. Save it for when your lights go out.

Heart Rate: 83






Watching the March on Washington celebration on C-Span was a bit of a downer today. There simply weren't enough people. Where are the activists? Are people indifferent? Intimidated? What?
Yes, Bob. You are somebody. Tell us about your house. You're all moved in now? Got lots of new furniture? Cooking gourmet dinners for luscious guests? Did you buy tools to do your own yardwork or hire a service? You must save some room in the sun to plant tomatoes and zucchini next spring. Add a bit of basil and some onions and you'll have most of the ingredients for a lovely zucchini dish.

I had summer zucchini donated to me by a home gardener and used some to make bread and butter pickles. If you add some red pepper flakes to the vinegar mixture, you get a nice bite along with the sweetness.
Kitty, you're very quiet. Are you busy with your spiritual development?
Hey Mr. Famous Author, if, in addition to riding your bike, you do deep knee bends and work on upper body strength with 1 pound weights, you'll become handsome as well as fit. If you're just starting out, you can tape the Sit and Be Fit series on PBS. It is a gentle but effective way to attain a measure of fitness. Of course, you've checked out your plans with your doctor?
Fred, you've used up the good you're going to get from the exercise bike. I have one, too. It makes a lovely coat rack. You can also hang cat toys from the handle bars.

Shall I reveal Carol as a bedwetter? Or did you have Paul in mind for that? I can show them both dissecting a parakeet, if you think that might be engaging. Alternatively, I may try to have them overcome their vicious early years to become rich, well-known authors. You know...on the theory that characters should show growth, be changed by events.

I don't know. Having them become poisoners is just so predictable. Life isn't like that, then, is it?

Or do you adhere to the 'as the twig is bent' theory of development? Can other factors be involved? We talk about having the wrong genes, but what if you happened to have the right genes? What if you became a sterling human being despite enduring a searing childhood? Improbable, perhaps, but writers have convinced readers of less likely events.

Kitty, I'm so proud of you for your conversion. I'm sure giving up flogging was difficult for you, but the spiritual path is much more rewarding. Well done!

Bob, I've added your Rude Food to my list of fun sites. Very good find!
Mary, remember that bed wetting and torturing pets are early signs of the serial killer.

Tampy, if you press the view blog tab below the message editing space and above the messages you will see the blog. The links are on the right.

I spent the day buying magazines and a stationary bike so I can get some aerobic excercies inside where it is air conditioned. I already lost fifteen pounds wrestling the fucker up the steps.

Now it is sitting next to my desk saying, "Fred, please ride me."

It's handy becasue I can hook the heart monitor up to my ear while I write.

I'll post the heart rate here every five minutes.

There's no question about it: we're on the verge of being exterminated by insects. If this doesn't make you clutch your willy, nothing will. But leave a hand free for your eyes.



No, Bob, you don't see any links. I am the only one who supplies decent links...except for Fred, of course. Get on the ball, slackers!
You've convinced me, Fred. I'll try action.

Where is everybody? It's a Saturday, for God's sake. There should be lots of posts containing vastly entertaining links to all manner of bollox. This blog idea...maybe it was premature? Bring bollox out into the sunlight and everybody gets a case of sunburn.
Life is too fast, but fiction frequently isn't.

These days you have to start with a bang then move to a bigger bang.

They aren't writing Victorian novels anymore, because space aliens are afraid of dogs.
Oh, there's AL. Could have fooled me. What's with the name? Is this a new persona or the real you?
Understand, Fred, I'm not arguing with you. I mean, you a published author and all. If you say get to it then I have no doubt you're right, but isn't life too fast anyway?
Freddie, haven't you ever heard of suspense? If I show you the end before I show you the beginning, what's to keep you reading?
Mary, you need to get into the poisoning part much quicker.

Star out with a glimpse of your first poisoning... perhaps the vicitm hopelessly writhing on the floor, then flashback to the days of your youth.

Hello Anal! It's much worse than you think.
I know someone who was married to a Morone. Her mother could never get the name right and pronounced it moron.

Friday, August 22, 2003

Ohio Congressman Seeks to Lift FirstEnergy License. You sic 'um, Kucinich!

Let's all sing The Fair & Balanced Song (to be sung to 'Love and Marriage').

How to put your obituary to good use: one last generous act.

Oh, yeah. Breathe deep, Baby!
Freddie, I've reposted B&P for your delectation. Please keep your comments honest and kind. Yes, I know I'm asking a lot, but you're clever enough to meet the challenge.
Tamps, I am impressed with your writing. Witty and charming, as always. I'm half in love. Only half because I don't want to become a fag hag. Keep up the good work!

BTW, can you share the secret of lightheartedness with me? I am perpetually excessively sincere.

Kitty! You finally found your way in. I'm so proud of you. Welcome.
Mary Shelley would celebrate this remake of her classic Frankenstein

BTW, have you seen the new economy cat carrier? Very handy and affordable.

Fred, you'll want to download some burger coupons. The minute I saw them, I knew they were for you!


Looking for the ideal vacation spot?

Lest we forget.
I'm going to retire for the evening.

I'm working hard at hardly working too.

Hope to keep a step ahead of you, poluting the gene pool as I go.
Tampy is hard at work on his novel, PUD.

You will see the first chapters posted on the links.
If you send me her address by email, I will invite her from the blog.
Yes. Expose yourself.

Also, let me know if you have some good flogging links.

I don't have Anal's address. Someone should write her.
My early life began when I was quite young.

Like most American boys I enjoyed throwing rocks at cars and killing small animals.

The Fourth of July was always an exciting holiday becasue we could experiment with homemade incendiary devices and destroy woodland habitat.

Then I began to have funny feelings not like the other people I knew.

That was becasue I was responding to the rhythms of my own planet.

For instance, every year back home we have a festival called Hoowah where we do something very similar to the Donkey Dance.

And then their is the Tweedle Time where we attend to our Tweedles.

It's not easy being an adolescent from another planet stuck here on earth.

The surge of metahne in the atmosphere was caused by a huge Kucinich rally.

My dick is serene.

As for Birtles, he is icognito among the vast horde.

You need to make a personal appeal.

A deeply moving story, Fred. I wondered about the origins of that potato bug infestion of '49. They say it was directly responsible for a surge of methane in the atmosphere. I won't pretend to any scientific knowledge, but this always seemed specious to me. What do you think?
They don't know the details of my birth...

My mother was high on anesthetics, the doctor was drunk and my father was in another room.

After that nothing much happened until the potato bug infestation of 1949.

I caused that.

My parents knew that space aliens don't like dogs, so they got me one when I was four.

I pretended to like it so they wouldn't catch on.

It's fun being the vanguard of the invasion and subjugation of earth by my planet.

Before we do anything else were going to force all of you to wear ugly bride's maids dresses and sing, "Don't Cry for Me Argentina."

That includes even the macho men like Tampy and Mare.

Need to go now...

Yours for a new tomorrow.


Mare, what is this your posting?

The formative years of a serial poisoner?

Bob, you're an administrator now.

Thursday, August 21, 2003

Never mind the teaser, Tamp. I've already downloaded a couple of chapters to read, which I am going to do right now.
Firewind? Oh! Firewind! Tampy's story site. What say, Tamp? How shall it read in the links?
Tampy, I've taken the liberty of editing your post. I've also given you admin status, so you can return the favor. Be gentle.

As for Pud , why don't you post a little teaser for us, something to tempt us to read on?

Fred, you're right. That link just blows my head up every time. Very useful, indeed. But I find no pathos in the bride's dresses. A signal of some deep lack in my soul no doubt.



I like the firewind concept.

How would you like the title to the link to read?

I think that the link on how to determine if your head is about to blow up is very useful.

Also there is a good deal of pathos in the archive of ugy bride's maids dresses.

You might want to suggest some links for out collection.

Welcome.

You can thank Mare for the location any time you want.

Last, just what we've been seeking to translate that foreign language those silly Brits speak.

Fred, help Tampy find his way into bollox. He's lost.

Good night, all.
I'm not so sure about that supper site. They are cruel to skunks.

Fred, your How to tell if your head's about to blow up link does not work.
Looking for something different for supper?

Among their collection, they offer a solution for those Mormon Crickets.

Hey, this is fun!
How about adding Cool French Comics?

Laughing Squid is worth consideration.

And of course we need Rush Limbaugh just to be fair and balanced.
I've also added the lyrics for "Don't Cry for Me Argetina."
Note the link to the Archive of the World's Ugliest Bride's Maids Dresses
Beguiling, that.

Please, Fred, explain to me how one gets a black eye while attempting fraud. All my attempts at fraud were peaceful events, even if singularly unrewarding.
Post Script: I love the description. You're inspired. Now it's your turn. Say something.
Tell people you assaulted yourself while attempting fraud.

I have added the Ashton Market webcam.

Good job, Fred! I am especially taken with the Mormon crickets. Another nice one along the same lines is this one on Potato Bugs. Did I ever tell you the story of how my brother decided to add a potato bug to his collection of butterflies? No? It's a grisly tale, not entirely appropriate to share with those who are insect phobic, so I'll have to tell you quick before Steve decides to amble over. But not right now. I'm sleepy.

The Comcast cable guy was here today to hook up one of the new tenants. I always check to see if he's accidently hooked up my B channels because they did that once and I had HGTV for about 8 months before they caught it and cut me off. So, to check, I leaned over the TV to switch the A/B box to B and in the process, I hit my cheekbone on a corner of the TV. I now have a huge swelling under my eye that is slowing turning very very red. Will I have a black eye? What will I tell people?
Why would you want to sleep your life away? There's so much to do and so little time to do it. We've got to change the world, doncha know?

Tampy may join us. Isn't that reason to rejoice?
This is like being in the Air Force.

Can I sleep before I report for duty?
Reading CalPundit, I note that each entry has many comments. His, SLOW NEWS DAY?....Has everyone gone nuts today? Let's start with the right. generated 74 comments, and I haven't even refreshed the page. Amazing!

How do we set it up so people can comment here? Do I have to pay for that? Should I?

Fred, where are you? Have you turned against us, too?
One cannot have too much information on Brown Root Disease.

I shall ask Grym, but I believe you are correct. The others have turned against us. Perhaps we have been too welcoming. People don't want to join groups that will have them as members.

Your description lacks spirit. Work on it.
I figured it out. Send me some links. You'll note I added a monograph on Brown Root Disease

I know how to do it. It's just going to take a while to figure out their controls.
Pell chakcer?

Ask Grym, but I think everyone has turned against us.
What about that Grym fellow? Should I invite him? He had some handy programming skills. He'd know how to insert Arts & Letters Daily into one of those empty links on our page. Or can you do it?
Fred! Quick. Do something to make the place attractive. Lure in our old crowd. With admin status comes admin responsibility. Use your talents constructively.

Hey, did you notice there's no spell checker?
Shall we make this blog private? I see that we can.
Oh! Correct that. You DO have admin status, Fred. Enjoy!
I'm not sure how this works, Fred. I tried to give you admin status and the program wouldn't let me. I may be the only one who can add members, too. There aren't as many choices as in our old program. Why don't you start a blog at Blogger just to see how it works? It's easy to cancel it if you don't want to keep it.
Sent several that could lead to several others.

Invitations to Bob, Olive, Kitty. Need addresses for GUB, Annalou, Melissa, what's his name...whoever.
Okay...

Don't forget Tampy
What grimy innuendo. I expected better of you, Willie. Spit and polish, indeed.
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Wow! That was fast, Fred.

I need current addresses for other bollox members.
Spit and polish, huh?

We are not using bollox. We are, if you'll look at the URL, using spitandpolish. Sorry. I had to use what came readily to mind. Of course, we can change any of it.
Now that we are all here...or are we? Roll call, please!
Make that -- If Bollox was taken...
What inuendo?
Check out bollox and Spillover. Sickening. We could put them to such better use.
Hah! I've done it! Created a home away from home.

I tried for bollox but it was taken. Who do you suppose has done that? I intend to find out.

Ironically, Spillover has been taken, too.

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