Knocked off my soapbox!
I realized last night I couldn't get to the first page of my blog. I am still gasping for air. I feel...cut off! Mommy!
Let's see if publishing a new post fixes this shiznit.
Let's see if publishing a new post fixes this shiznit.
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 7:25 AM
13 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
first? Hoo-ray! hoo-hoo-ray!
Susie, you brought Gumby! Hope he's not too traumatized.
I had trouble getting your site going last night. I was having network problems anyway, though. Thought it was me. So glad to see you're back.
Squirl, you found me! I was in the blogless desert for nearly 12 hours!
Duh, don't know why I didn't just add a post last night. Call it the Sunday Stupids.
Even the mighty Buckster is allowed to be off her game.
But, just to be sure, I think you should post some porn. You know, for testing purposes.
I SWEAR!!! I SWEAR!!! Honest!
OMG...(looks around) I was just kidding around you know? Upper Case God dropped by and I just jokingly said "Btwn you 'n' me, Buckster is going to HELL for what she did to Gumby" and we both laughed and I thought, Oh cool. He gets it.
Glad to see I was right...wandering in the desert indeed. Don't scare me like that again and I promise not to tell U.G. anything ever again.
I couldn't get your site to load last night, either, Bucky. And...(*sniff*)...I...(*sniff, snort*)...MISSED YOU. WAAAAHHHH.
I think we're going to see the end of Dooce commenting folks - are you ready to pick up the slack, BFE?
It sucks that a few haters have to run it for everyone...:(
With regards to the whole Tom Robbins thing yesterday - Uma Thurman told me when they were shooting "Even Cowgirls..." that a bunch of them all went out to dinner one night, and everyone was being solicitous of kdlang cause she's a vegetarian. EXCEPT (and I love this) Tom Robbins. He waits to order last and then orders VEAL. I alomost peed, that was so damn funny/typical of what he would be expected to do.
Holy crap, I don't read for a few days and suddenly there's all KINDS of cool stuff to read when I get back. Nice to see you have a whole family of bloggers, Bucky. Ain't it nice when a family shares interests? Mine's the same way - two brothers are wanted in New York state and one is wanted in 2 others. Unfortunately I never inherited the "thug" gene - I got the "if-you-flame-any-higher-you're-going-to-need-to-stop,-drop-and-roll" gene.
Mr. B - I think everything I post could be considered pornographic to someone.
Greenie - I have apologized profusely to UC God. He laughed and threw a dead woodchuck at me. I don't know what this means, but I'm a little frightened.
Opera chick coskel: that is too fuckin' funny! I've always wondered what kind of man Tom Robbins is, and I don't think he would disappoint! And of course, you may always hang out at the Cotillion, anytime. I just don't guarantee my comments section to be as smooth to use as the Dooce. Must tech-ify my own site someday...
Dazed: Please don't ever stop flamin' on my account. The room would be a lot less bright.
Oh yeah, sort of like: One man's steak is another man's sushi?
BUCKY YOUR BACK! Whew! There is a reason to get out of bed and make foolish and totally needless comments again!
Last night I just kept seeing that white screen and thinking, Oh man, this is my punishment for dodging that last bolt.
I thought I was going to have to actually do something constructive with my time, do you know how much that scared me???
Alright fine, I prolly would of just laid around and touched myself or something, but I can pretend I would of been constructive in the way I went about it....
Well, scientifically speaking of course, as I always do, playing with oneself, while not technically constructive is still a great morale booster, leading to better productivity.
So why isn't it encouraged at work more?
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