…signal weak…
Yeah. Sorry. Mum-in-law descended on us this morning. Which is not a problem — we get on just fine, thanks — but is going to absorb much of my sitting-at-the-computer-poking-F5 time. In other words, blogging is likely to be light this week — unless we take the old dear someplace cool.
So! Two things: the button design thing at Watts has been narrowed to smiley variations. I gather they’re going to pick one and have a bunch made up. Mosey over and repost, if your design fit the brief.
And thanks for playing on my (related) design thread last week. That was fun! I might pinch some of the design ideas that don’t make the cut (with permission, of course).
And finally — YES! The black fetid heart of Grand Kleagle Exalted Cyclops Robert Carlyle Byrd beats no more, ending Dead Pool Round Nine. Here’s this senile old coot shouting the word “barbaric” over and over to an uncaring America. But you don’t understand! The dog…died…dog…died…died…dog died…dog.
And who could forget these stirring words from the man, in the clarity of his youth:
I shall never fight in the armed forces with a Negro by my side… Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds.
Nice. How on earth they let him ‘unsay’ ideas like that, I will never know.
Anyhow, I suppose this means steve, having been cheated of his proper dicks once, now has gathered unto himself two dicks in a row. Thank goodness I haven’t mailed them off yet. (Yeah…umm…sorry).
Remember — see you back here Friday at 6pm Weasel Blog Time for Dead Pool Round Ten. Make your pick in that thread, or it doesn’t count!
Posted: June 28th, 2010 under personal.
Comments: 10
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Comment from Nina from GCP
Time: June 28, 2010, 10:52 pm
It’s nice you get along with Uncle B’s mum…both of my mother in laws detested me. I didn’t lose much sleep over it, however.
Now to thinking who’s gonna kick the bucket next…
Comment from Elphaba
Time: June 29, 2010, 1:35 am
Congrats to Steve! What on earth is he going to do with two dicks? Um. Don’t answer that.
As for Sen. Byrd, may he be the last of his kind. (He won’t be, but one can hope.)
Comment from Oh Hell
Time: June 29, 2010, 2:07 am
Damn, have to do some research. Congrats to Steve.
Comment from scubafreak
Time: June 29, 2010, 3:15 am
Too bad, because the Kagan hearings are providing TONS of ammo….
Kagan’s Own Words: It’s Fine If The Law Bans Books Because Government Won’t ‘Really’ Enforce It
Comment from MarkT
Time: June 29, 2010, 3:50 am
Today I woke up to my cat tossing about a baby Byrd out in the garden. Its mate has been sitting all day long on my fence, protesting, grieving, crying, and mourning the loss of its spouse. Yesterday, a visiting friend from the States took ill on the London bus from the heat and dehydration and ended up in the NHS–she’s a strong woman and pulled through and is fine now, but the whole thing has me fuming about why metro transportation won’t afford and provide air conditioning, even if the heat spell IS for only two days a year. My father-in-law went in yesterday for emergency gall bladder surgery in Toronto–but only after every option had been dismissed/eliminated/discussed-beyond-reason before someone FINALLY made the decision to cut and operate and get the job done. (Every heard of laparoscopic surgery, Canada?) (FIL is fine and admiring his new abdominal scar in ICU, and expected to heal, even though my MIL is a mess from trying to decipher what the doctor wanted/didn’t want to do, with all of the legal implications discoursed upon.) I don’t like spotted dick; it’s claggy, and it’s mere name is revolting, and I don’t want to win it, even though I shall a cast a sweasel-vote on Fri. My next candidate in the Death Pool is: ALL OF US. I don’t care what Elena Kagan “pledges”–not only is she icky, but she’s evil, and I’m convinced that she’s being vetted whether or not she’s sympathetic to Sharia law. I shudder to think of Algore’s happy ending from his unwitnessed massage. Rush and Mark Levin are justified in their apoplexy that we’re all going down the Tubes, and besides that, anybody, even here in England, who sells ice cream is a smartass. If I hear even ONE more vuvzela, I shall write a letter to Parliament, and right this instant I want an answer from the BBC about my lily beetles who are chewing up my prize plant. It’s far too late for my bedtime, and I shall quit drinking my beer and do so, quietly, now. As far as a salute for the end of this rant? I give you our National Motto, soon-to-be-printed-on-coins: Apologies for any inconvenience caused Sweasel, don’t you dare read a word of this to your MIL. People of any age older than we do not merit hearing this waterboarding by the Young!
Comment from scubafreak
Time: June 29, 2010, 5:00 am
Yo Mark! WORD!
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Yes, I’m being a smartass……
Comment from Bill (still the .00358% of your traffic that’s from Iraq) T
Time: June 29, 2010, 11:52 am
Mark, I’d like a pound of whatever you ingested about fifteen minutes before you wrote that!
You’ll accept dinars, right?
Comment from steve
Time: June 29, 2010, 11:57 am
To Elphaba:
I would like to direct you to the following ditty: (Perhaps I should change my internet persona to “Stacey Brown”)
Did you hear bout Stacy Brown (no we didn’t but we’d like to)
He had every chick in town (no he didn’t but he tried to)
He had looks he had class do anything to get a little lass
And everyone would shout at him when he walks his girlies past
They said everybody got one (everybody got one)
Everybody got one (everybody got one) Stacy Brown got two (oooh)
Do you know the reason for his success (no we don’t so tell us)
They say that he was double blessed (not like you fellas)
They say that Stacy Brown was born just a little bit deformed
Still his girl friends they all wake up smilin’ every morn
Singin’ everybody got one…
[ guitar ]
Why they’re climbin’ up the wall (just to get to Stacy)
Young ones run and old ones crawl (he drives us crazy)
He got two and that’s a fact but no one knows where the other one’s at
On his elbow on his knee or underneath his hat
Singin’ everybody got one…
He got two I tell you truth it’s a fact no I ain’t seen her but no I mean it’s a fact
Well that’s what my old lady told me
No I don’t I don’t why she knows how did she know
Maybe somebody told her huh gossip maybe it’s gossip how did she know
Maybe just seems like two I wanna talk to that woman
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