Shit! I just turned off the grossly over-priced and virtually useless internet service for my wireless phone!
Imagine the convenience of following an Unfogged comment thread -- in the car!
This is awesome. Think of the countless minutes I've spent in useless contemplation, when instead I could have been reading blogs on the phone. Thanks for leading the way, guys.
Sean, I'm reminded of overhearing some doctors discussing a young man who'd been somehow inhaling gasoline fumes: that really kills brain cells, said one; however many he had to begin with, they weren't enough, said the other.
You're already here, is what I'm saying.
So the Unfogged marketing slogan, from your point of view, is that it's 'Almost as good as huffing gasoline'?
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['Is what I'm asking. It's 22:34 CST.']
Sadly, I will admit to having read unfogged (and maybe even commenting once) from my phone.
I'll have to see if I can manage that here in England. It would probably do wonders for my mental health while I inch home each night on the train, surrounded by ill-bred morons who bray loudly into their mobile phones.
But I'd never be so lame as to admit that I actually posted a comment from my phone. Profgrrrrl, my silent, long-simmering crush on you just died a cruel death.
Whereas my admiration for profgrrrrl's huevos just went up scads: I read this post and thought "jesus, a phone feed, that is fucking sad." But ya gotta respect the hell out of someone who bravely exposes their underbelly.
What Luddites. Not only should PG be proud ("I say, proud") of mobi-blogging, I firmly believe that Unfogged Unplugged will soon be the preferred way to meet your daily cock jock requirements.
(And, no, my phone doesn't have that capability (I don't think)).
who bravely exposes their underbelly
but the fratboys want pictures.
Man, if I just turned my internet service back on, I could easily follow Unfogged in public restrooms. Is it worth $15/mo. to read blogs on the john?
Nah, you really don't want to be laughing at cock jokes in public toilets.
I don't care what anyone thinks -- I love my phone and I won't apologize for using it. I have one of those fancy-schmancy PDA phones and it is great given how much I travel. I once was sitting on a plane composing feedback to students to send when we landed and before I got on the next plane which was headed abroad (and I'd be out of touch altogether for a few days).
Just think about it ... if you were sitting bored at an airport, wouldn't you want to read unfogged on your cell?
Actually, I think I read and commented last week when I was stuck at urgent care hell for 3 hours with nothing to read.
You have nothing to apologize for, pg: all the cool kids read blogs on their phones/pdas--I do it all the time, for example.
By the way, hasn't a very long time passed since you posted a picture of yourself? I fear panty-blogging is becoming less and less likely.
I grudgingly admit to wanting one of those. Reading Unfogged comments on my hopelessly overcrowded trains each night would probably do a lot to soothe my jangled nerves. Though I'd probably use it to send death threats to the management of the train company.
Oh, joy, I look outside and see it's snowing in London, meaning more transport hell. Maybe I shouldn't merely threaten the bastards...
ogged, you're the panty-blogger if I recall. But I am due for a photo soon (I just need a reason. Perhaps I should buy the new pants I want so I can post those?)
I'm sure there will be photos of me from next week's jaunt to Italy :)
Linking to a picture of the underwear I buy isn't quite the same as a picture of you wearing your panties. No really, it isn't. Anyway, you just got a request, isn't that reason enough?
Not only, I think, is ogged requesting a picture of you wearing your panties, he is also requesting a picture of the panty-clad region while clad only or primarily in panties. A headshot wouldn't count, I think.
I, of course, don't endorse this request—so frat-boy!—but felt a clarification, while not in order, would be more fun that doing my job.
The fact that Ben was abused as a child is my gain, I think.
When I was young I was forced to express myself very precisely, or it was the lash!
I don't think you can request panty-blogging; it just has to happen. It should be like mercy; twice-blessed and falling from the heavens like a gentle rain.
The hell you can't. Panty-blogging! Panty-blogging! Come on, pg, with the panty-blogging!
One hell of a first date, yessir.
I usually refrain from asking commenters at my site to post pictures of themselves in their panties, even if I really want to see them thus clad.
In fact, I threatened to block a commenter who asked a couple of my short-lived female co-bloggers to post pictures. (Their participation was short-lived; both are still alive.) One of the bloggers in question was pregnant and was asked for nude pictures in response to a post about her experience of pregnancy, which made it seem a lot creepier.
On the other hand, I have seduced many a woman by casually noting the existence of my blog, which they go off and read with rapt attention and fascination that then crosses over into arousal.
On a related note, if I had a job, etc., and if the reception for the internet didn't absolutely suck in the areas I usually am (like would it kill them to put another tower in Hyde Park?), I would absolutely keep the internet service on my phone. I make fun because I'm jealous.
I was gonna post that, but I didn't.
Well, I'm not about to panty blog, request or not. Ogged, the inspiration has to come from within. But I may tease Ogged with a belly shot or something like that. Or not.
(I will tell you, however, that my site gets a lot of hits from "accidental thong showing" google searches)
You know, I like Adam more and more. While I will head off ogged's request at the pass by saying that no, I will not provide these pictures on the internets, I am reminded of the party favor we passed out at my baby shower for pseudonymous kid: a mock-up cover for an imaginary fetish mag called "KUNT: Knocked Up N Totin'." Yes. fake pornographic pictures of a very pregnant woman (me) packing heat.
But of course taking advantage of one's own pregnancy to produce hilarious smut is very different from soliciting smut from others, of which I highly disapprove. I did send the pictures, unsolicited, through the USPS to some old friends who, luckily, laughed rather than prosecuting me.
Much as I'm loathe to say anything nice to you for the rest of the year, b, KUNT is an instant classic.
I think there are real magazines catering to that market, btw.
ben: no doubt.
ogged: I knew all it would take was the promise or even hint of the existence of smutty pictures. You're so easy.
"KUNT: Knocked Up N Totin'."
Ah. North Texas State U. has always had a radio station with call letters KNTU. Alas, when they changed the Uni name to University of North Texas, they forgot to change the station call letters to KUNT.
Bastards.
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['Someday my dream will come...']
I, of course, don't endorse this request—so frat-boy!—but felt a clarification, while not in order, would be more fun that doing my job.
Um, I's never been taught English grammar - at least not formally - but isn't there something wrong with w-lfs-n's sentence?
Just asking...
Yeah, something or other. Who knows what, though.
Used en dashes when ems would've been the better choice?
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