Oh ogged. ogged.
Yes you should have gone.
Sheesh.
Oh ogged. ogged.
Easy, Tripp. It's been a while, and I'm liable to take that the wrong way.
Ah. Grasshopper.
The BlogHer Conference is a wonderful place to pick up women unless you go there with the intention of picking up women. Understand?
Now snatch the pebble from my hand, Grasshopper...
It's been a while,
Now, what's a while? Like, eight days?
a wonderful place to pick up women unless you go there with the intention of picking up women
You are correct, master. At BlogHer, as in life. I must purify my mind of all desire. yummmommmm
You know profgrrrl went, right? You could have rekindled the passion that burned so brightly that night.
I do know that. But she didn't call and beg me to accompany her.
But the candle the burns twice as bright burns twice as quick, and Ogged's passion for profgrrl burned so very brightly, Ben. Such love, once spent, leaves no fuel from which to be kindled again.
Michael, here's a message from Ben: your mom.
Ogged, with your comment you show yourself to be outclassed in this discussion. Your off-handedly vulgar dismissal of Michael's reasonable and well-stated point offends, but what offends more is your attribution of those low sentiments to me.
Michael, as I said, your point is right. It brings to mind the words of the great poet Rumi, as interpreted by one of the foremost Muslim songwriters of our century, Richard Thompson, and misheard by one of our leading practitioners of aleatory/creative criticism (myself—I hope you'll forgive my lack of modesty):
When my heart breaks, it breaks like a wellExcept, of course, that nothing about ogged has been "firm" in over 500 days.
If you leave me now it'll firm up forever
(The actual lines are "When my heart breaks it breaks like the weather / If you leave me now it'll thunder forever".)
That's sweet, Ben. Almost as sweet as your mom, your mom, your mom, and, of course, your mom.
I hear that if you go to a bar and target emotionally vulnerable older women and tell them you're a reformed rapist, that kind of ends up getting you some action.
My mom is a sweet lady indeed, ogged.
I do know that. But she didn't call and beg me to accompany her.
Well, where's the conference? Since she now knows where oggedville is maybe she thought you wouldn't be willing to shell out for transport.
It's in Santa Clara, which I take it is somewhere in northern California. If PG had begged for a few days, I would have seriously considered letting her pay half my fare.
Santa Clara isn't that far from a restaurant with which you're familiar.
Hey hey, ogged ... I'm here, got the hotel room ... where are you?
Well, I am able to google "pizza italian stanford," if that's what you mean by familiar. I suppose it's the same way that Bridgeplate is familiar with blogging. But if Santa Clara is so close to Stanford, maybe you should go to the conference.
Well, I wasn't sure I was actually coming until the technorati folks sent me my plane ticket info ... oh 3 days ago. Not kidding.
All is forgiven! Where are you and what are you wearing?
I'm on the 12th floor of the Westin and I'm about to step into the shower ...
The tantalizing female form, slick and steamy, which Ogged's eyes have near forgot..seemingly so close, through the impenetrable electronic medium...
But really, PG's being a CT.
The only possible reason that w-lfs-n hasn't tried to horn in on this is that he's on his way to the Westin as we type.
I'm still in Chicago. I figure that, running, it will take me at least a day to reach the west coast—normally of course I couldn't run a single mile but I expect the thought of profgrrrl will suffice to bear me aloft and carry me swiftly into her arms.
But what if she doesn't want a pet ferret, Ben?
For a ferret I'm exceptionally smart.
Yeah, clearly. Not only can I blog, but I can comment at other people's blogs. I've never seen Trevor do that.
You're not doing much to put your prospective housemate at ease.
Going offline for a while...now that PG seems to have showered without me.
Um, speakening of blogher, what ever happened to Alameida?
Is there no internets in ye olde countrie?
Not only is there internets, there's Ozzfests!
Now snatch the hedgehog from my hand, Grasshopper...
Sigh. Being in California (albeit the wrong half), and a blogger (at least theoretically), and female (ditto), and a wee bit drunk, but miles from the nearest conference hotel or frathaus, I'm quite convinced I've made some weekend-plotting mistake...
On the other hand, it's Friday night, and I'm balancing my checkbook.
I'm translating German, which I suppose is better than what I would otherwise be doing (hanging out on IRC, since Mimesis as Make-Believe is bo-ring).
I just spent the last two hours on my next door neighbor's patio listening to Def Leppard play a conference at the minor league stadium a couple blocks away. Now I depart for a party, where there will be hot young single people to make me feel old and hopelessly uncool.
Have fun with the German and the checkbook.
I'm trying to get myself to work on my Russian, but most likely will end up reading other things. But I did go out to dinner earlier, so that's something I guess.
Non-fancy, with family. You just had to make me admit that, didn't you.
Part of me wanted to make you admit that, yes. A slightly larger part of me was hoping to be regaled with tales of fine food and merriment.
Good to know your sentiments are in the right place. And people say Unfogged is too snarky. Shame on them.
Who says that!? I'll break their teeth!
Hey kf, I think the conference runs through the weekend. You could always fly up.
I had thought Alameida was in xareajlm having mrjkaki7 with &^aepnbvx and rioslggk.
She is, but apparently now it's the olde country.
Re: "Not only can I blog, but I can comment at other people's blogs. I've never seen Trevor do that."
You must not get out much, then.
You know, Sweden, where they don't have email.
She's started blogging elsewhere; we're her ugly stepsister-blog home.
Hey trevor, ask PG how the big dinner went.
So, if she started blogging elsewhere and it is who I think it is, I'd say Unfogged is more like the red-headed stepchild blog.
[Falsetto]Why grandmother, what great big HTML you have![/Falsetto]
[coelacanth ~ 11:44:15]$ whois profgrrrl.org
NOT FOUND
[coelacanth ~ 11:44:18]$
I think we have a faux-hedgepig in our midst.
And what's wrong with blog-commenting under the assumed name of a famous hedgehog? One would hardly wish to blog-comment under the assumed name of an infamous hedgehog, would one?
ogged,
As a writer for a newsmagazine for, as it claims, "the discriminating news consumer", how do you feel about your haste in reporting pwnage? Should you not have waited until hearing from all parties? Is this what you call responsible journalism?
Ogged? Pwned! Judith Miller? Pwned! Niedermeyer?
A good place to pick up terrible women...
Gah! HT says he's going to sue for stolen identity.
Sorry I disappeared last night. Spotty wireless in this hotel and then I had to go to dinner. I did come back to try to tell you that the shower was hot and steamy. :)
And now? Well, it is time to have another shower ... if you can get here in 5 minutes, you'll be just in time.
When I was a young'un, my parents never thought that someday I would be guilty of committing identity theft upon a hedgehog.
Where oh where did I go wrong?
w-lfs-n, you like Auerbach's Mimesis, yes?
I did come back to try to tell you that the shower was hot and steamy. :)
And now? Well, it is time to have another shower ... if you can get here in 5 minutes, you'll be just in time.
Out of respect for profgrrrl, those of us who are not touching ourselves already should politiely do so now.
I own but have not read Auerbach's Mimesis, Armsmasher.
A friend of mine is reading Mimesis and is really enjoying it.
Perhaps someday I will imitate your friend.
Then I won't imitate him in all respects.
ogged,
I was telling your tale down at the local watering hole last night and they all said "you can't catch any fish where they ain't."
It made a little more sense last night but I think you get the idea.
The BlogHer conference was on the front page of the san francisco chronicle today.
Where oh where did I go wrong?
Hmmm, it's hard to know from here but it probably had something to do with studying economics.
Ogged ... I'm showering again. Where are you?
profgrrrrl, you have to give him more lead time.
Ok, so we're in the shower. Well, I'm about to get in the shower. But, now what?
Help! People, give us suggestions!
Or, for a special frisson, each other's hair.
Sing songs of merry contentment! Sing songs of merry contentment!
Erototic Reciprocating Photoblog! Sp0oky-sex-at-a-distiance!
Washerdreyer ... you need help? Duh. Wash her. Dry her. :)
"I had thought Alameida was in xareajlm having mrjkaki7 with &^aepnbvx and rioslggk."
That isn't rot13!
Did you know this topic got panned by Kevin Drum? He says you are embarrassing him.
Yeah, thanks, I saw that after I asked the question. I didn't know unfogged and profgggggrl were so well known. Wow.
So now do we have extra pressure to be amusing?