That's a pretty cute bug on the shirt.
2: It was taken with the Canon SD850 that we just bought on Unfogged's collective recommendation.
I may have to relinquish my title as Teh Hero
NOOOOOO!
If you reverse "Teh Hero", it looks Turkish.
Apostropher, you are clearly helping out too much with the kids. Make Roberta do more of the work, and get back here and reclaim your crown.
And he *never* posts here anymore.
I was just emphasizing how lazy you are in comparison.
4 - Yay! I bought one of those on Unfogged's recommendation, too, but it hasn't arrived from Amazon yet.
Becks, Unfogged doesn't condone trafficking in babies.
No one every fucking condones anything. Condoning is a figment, like the unicorn.
The last unit ever to condone anything was the Reed College student body, which copped to condoning drug use. They were severely punished. Since then, condonation has been extinct.
Apo, are you serious about reading all the Unfogged threads? There's no way anyone reads the entirety of all the threads. That would be insane.
That would be insane.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
What? I read all the threads. (Well, sometimes I stop reading the econ threads, and the gender threads, but only after a few hundred comments).
C'mon, the law threads? The philosophy threads?
Oh wait, you probably do read those all the way through. NERD!
I read almost all of the threads. (Eventually. If I'm too busy to read them in real time, I keep them in my RSS reader and catch up later.)
I had probably a four of five month thread of reading (practically) all of them that ended maybe two weeks ago.
Didn't you guys know about the fellowship?
Of the Rings? There's no way anyone watched that entire boring trilogy. Right? RIGHT?
I haven't read the threads about The Wire because I'm in the middle of watching it for the first time now.
I'm so touched that you all read every last word. I'll try to be more concise in the future.
Touching. Hereafter: concision.
Nicely done, heebie!
(Say, am I the only one who has to stop himself from calling heebie "heeb"?)
Hey! Heebie! I'm about to name one of my Pokemon after you (it's a (former) carp).
Is this why we've lost the commenting ethic of "Am I adding value?" Because people think no one's reading all this stuff anyway?
28: who's to say I wasn't implying she's a hebephrenic schizophrenic?
You can call me Heeb, Sifu. And Sifu, when I call you, I can call you Fu-Tweet.
29: we're supposed to add value now? Man, talk about a bait and switch.
I've always wanted a god-carp-child named after me! If something - god forbid - should happen to you, can I have that pokemon card?
It's the DS Lite version, not the playing card version, but of course I would trust you to look after the entire game cartridge on which your carp-sake resides.
Or wait, maybe you are the carp-sake.
31: A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of these threads are so hard
I need a meetup-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up carp food
In a carp food graveyard
Toecutter Toecutter
Blogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit floor
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these trolls away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bloggyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Heeb
And Heeb when you call me
You can call me Fu-Tweet
18:
What? I read all the threads.
It's just a phase, ogged.
Are you all still reading? All of you? Still?
What about now?
What about now?
What if I ask "What about now" all night long? How many would it take to get banned? What if I stop for a while, and then start up at 3:00 in the morning and go straight? Is that why you have Alameida stationed in Narnia, to police the wee hours? My hip hurts really badly at the moment.
Ya know, Heeb, Confucius named his only sonLi, which means "carp".
The wisest man in the history of the world named his son after the tasty fish you denigrate and deprecate.
No more need be said. I think we have an anti-Chinese bogot among us. Someone has to say it.
police the wee hours
You know, I realize prostate trouble is an underpublicized aspect of the male aging process, but I still think this was a weird thing to call their tour.
Jesus fuck, Heebie, go home and comb the hairy ball, for Chrissake.
So...so mean. So hurtful. I'm going to go nurse my hurt feelings. John's gonna pay for this.
we have an anti-Chinese bogot among us
...and Confucius bogot the carp, and the carp bogot the heebie, and lo, verily, did the blog prosper.
It's just a phase, ogged.
Right. Adulthood.
I'm trying to break the all comments on every thread habit, but damn it's proving tough.
Really, I think it's a very bad habit. But I have an addictive personality.
We should lurk in proportion to our value-suck. I should probably lurk more than I have been lately.
I thought that the people who commented read that particular thread, and no one else really did.
Hi EVERYBODY! LURKERS! STRONG SILENT TYPES!
I have an addictive personality
I haven't noticed that.
Yay! I bought one of those on Unfogged's recommendation, too, but it hasn't arrived from Amazon yet.
Don't tell SB.
Hey, who bogoted the carp?
There's plenty of carp to go around. We can repack it if we have to.
value-suck
I love this.
Experimentally:
"Value-sucker!"
"Man, you do suck some value."
Hm. Standpipe, I blame you.
I'm sorry I spoke hurtfully to Heebie. I forget that she was a lady. Her andogynous handle momentarily confused me.
Mmmmmmmmmmm. Androgynous handles.
*snivel, whimper* S'okay. I'm used to it. *blows nose wetly*
My maxim isn't quite right, because you can fail to add value without causing nearby value to evacuate. But to rephrase with "inverse proportion" didn't have the same ring to it.
(scoops up tissue)
Say, I've been looking for that!
61: you might want to see a doctor if you're having a lot of trouble evacuating value.
Sorry, what I meant was:
I'm sorry I spoke hurtfully to Heebie. I forgot that she is a lady. The bitch's androgynous handle momentarily confused me.
We regret the error.
To all of you who are dutifully reading this comment thread: I apologize that John is fritting away your valuable brain cells like this. As a lady, I recognize that your time is important, and that squabbling over my pretend bitchiness is an exercise in futility.
"....the semi-literate bitch's androgynous handle confused me" .
You can tell that Emerson is conflicted. There's clearly a sweet boy on the inside, being suffocated by this robotic attempt at cruelty.
I choose to reach out to the little boy Emerson. I call him Emmy. Oochie boochie oo, wittle Emmy?
Heebie's soft, dainty, wide-eyed look hides the cold, steely heart of a Lucrezia Borgia. Proof? #69.
Back to the post, I do love the time-honored ritual of dressing a baby up in gifts for the sole purpose of showing a picture to the giver. They grow so fast that mine had a bunch of outfits that were worn exactly once, in the picture.
It occurs to me to wonder how many of the pictures which survive in our families from a hundred years ago, of babies or tots in absurd dressy outfits, were taken for the same purpose.
71: We also have a t-shirt that Becks sent, but Cassidy hasn't gotten quite big enough for it yet.
Does s/he have Rapebear and Ragebunny T-shirts? You really want a complete set.