It's always around 10 EST? Somebody runnin' a cron job somewhere?
max
['We recompile the entire machine every night... is that a problem?']
You guys are totally biting the Poor Man's style.
Not exactly OT, but girly-voiced goalie Hope Solo (recently ogled by Ogged) really ripped her coach after being benched before the U.S. women lost their World Cup semi to Brazil 4-0.
It's always around 10 EST?
Is it? That would be good to know. I'll check.
really ripped her coach
Video here. Pull Hope, go down in flames. Serves 'em right.
Host is saying there were "dns issues." No idea why that would be, unless they had screwed something up, but they didn't elaborate.
To be fair, someone around these parts is trying to fuck Powerline's daughter. A "denial of service" attack is only appropriate.
Is it? That would be good to know. I'll check.
Ze RSS feed always seems to be going silent right around that point. I can't say exactly for sure, since the RSS feed is apparently on Atlantic time (after one of last week's hiccups) and the comment timestamps on the pages are on Mountain time.
Host is saying there were "dns issues."
Somebody is flushing and reloading and the reloading is going slowly and ze bot and ze site, she fall over, as ze intertube universe disappears beyond the event horizon.
max
['They should give swooshy noises and stuff to go with it.']
trying
7: An utterly scurrilous accusation. Trying to decide if it's a good idea to sleep with her.
Max, do you model your posting style after Tom Toles cartoons? I love Tom Toles cartoons.
Sorry, commenting style. These are comments, not posts. I hate when people make that error.
Max, do you model your posting style after Tom Toles cartoons?
I answered in 2005 which was so long ago in dog internet years that I can answer again (and vaguely seriously): the stuff in the brackets is modeled on the typical response (second) line in the last panel of either Doonesbury or Bloom County. (I've always called it the 'kicker' but the actual term is apparently 'counter punchline'.) I adopted it, O so long ago, when Godzilla roamed the earth, and Republicans advocated adhering to Constitutional Principle, because I was writing constant one-liners, and adding the second line usually made for better jokes. Of course, later, I was broken of one-liners, so of course, everyone is back to that, at least here.
As always, I'm so far out of it, I'm bleeding edge, baby!
Sorry, commenting style. These are comments, not posts. I hate when people make that error.
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Woo.
Huh? Oh, yeah, so like totally give in to the dark side, dude. Because like, basically these are threads and shit, and the thing that appears on the blog is the thread-starter.
max
['You know you want to.']
Fuck a.
Yeah.
Implied redaction on 14, 15, this?
Yeah? Redact for dumb?
No?
Trying to decide if it's a good idea to sleep with her.
Only if it will get you to Minnesota.
Fuck good idea. Let's talk duty to the Unfoggedtariat here.
(IRL, I don't believe in sins of the fathers and all that shit. On the intertubes, she's fair game.)
really ripped her coach
Sounds like she was ripping her teammate a bit, too. Ouch.
Canadian soccer buffs probably want to know what made Christine Sinclair so great. The reason is that my brother coached her in junior soccer. He emphasized the fundamentals: making sure that there were enough towels, getting the lunches to the players promptly, making sure that the kids had their shoes tied.
Don't even bother to click, Ogged. Not your type.
Since we love talking about gender differences and workplace style here, someone really should note that "ripping her coach" involved getting a little teary and sounding personally hurt. When saw the link, I imagined surreptitious footage of a yelling match, not a pained comment directly to reporters.
What's more interesting is that although her presentation was teary and hurt, her actual comments were full of bravado--I would have made that shot--and done in a public way that is bound to sting the coach more than a simple shouting match.
Why isn't she my type? She looks great.
It must be said that Hope Solo's comments weren't exactly the height of class, but not so bad that we have to stop crushing on her.
I'm actually crushing on her more now that she has a touch of nasty in her. And I don't even like sports.
Oh come on. Huskier than you, wholesome, not femmy.
That pretty well describes ex and ebl (though I wouldn't use the word "huskier").
It seems that perhaps you don't understand me at all, Mr. Emerson.
Who does, Ogged? Who does? Only your mom.
No, the ex I met was femmy enough. The one who defended New York.
27: And how well did those work out?
To me Sinclair looks like one of the farm wives around here. NTTAWWT.
No, the ex I met was femmy enough. The one who defended New York.
She's femming it up in NY. That's part of the reason I go on about the perverting nature of the place.
27: And how well did those work out?
I think of those relationships as pretty great successes.
looks like one of the farm wives around here
Totally right, but there really isn't anything wrong with that, and she doesn't have the implied bovine incuriousness that makes that potentially problematic.
Cows have lots of curiosity. Dairy farmers are always finding cows in the house poking around in the drawers and closets.
When Molly and I were bicycling across the country we would frequently get large herds of cows to follow us for miles just by riding by them. We became the lead cows for the herd and they would gallop along with us.
Mr. B. said the ex was knockdown gorgeous.
38: Really? I had no idea rustling was that easy.
That evokes a great mental movie.
41: Well, it was kinda unpredictable when it would happen. I imagine that if you wanted the cows to follow you sometimes and not others, it could be a pain in the neck.
Now I'm picturing Emerson and Mr. B biking along with a herd of ogged's ex-girlfriends galloping after them.
watched the hope solo clip.
i'm amazed at the completely ungrounded self-confidence that
would lead her to say "i would definitely have made those saves". that's so out of touch with reality as to be deranged.
and then i think:
that's what it takes to stand in a really, really big metal frame,
inside a really, really noisy stadium,
and dare a bunch of really, really fast people to kick a ball past you.
you've just got to be a little crazy.
like bomb-defusing experts--there's some excuse for
totally irrational self-confidence.
for a great read sometime: "braver men walk away" by peter gurney.
he was in the back garden of 10 downing street when the ira
lobbed in a mortar shell. so he jumped on it and started loosening the bolts with a crescent wrench. mad.
i admire hope solo, too.
I've been trying to figure out a way to imply that Hope Solo's name describes somebody or other's sex life, but the joke just can't be properly worded.
Mr. B. said the ex was knockdown gorgeous.
Well, that's Ogged's problem then. High standards. The great barrier to romance.
You're saying my husband doesn't have high standards?
The ex is gorgeous. I myself had a wee crush on her when I was just a lad. Small world/stratified society, but there.
49: That was the one where he had silver skates instead of the Millenium Falcon, right?
Am I the only person in the world who doesn't know ogged's ex?
54: A lot of people met her at the first big meetup -- I think that explains everyone who's mentioned her but Wrongshore.
Emerson came to a meetup? I thought his ankle bracelet goes off if he leaves Lake Wobegon.
You're saying my husband doesn't have high standards?
That doesn't follow from 50 at all, but now that you mention it, I think we'll all agree that it is true.
I think of those relationships as pretty great successes.
I've been married three times, and each time I married the right person.
Imagine being on a hot date with a herd of cows following you everywhere. 30 pairs of big brown eyes intently watching everything you do.
Mr. B is drawn to wholesome women, B, not the drop-dead gorgeous kind. He's a man for the new era.
We didn't meet her. It was more like an audience.
30 pairs of big brown eyes intently watching everything you do.
You'd be the belle of the barn!
62: He's actually kind of indiscriminate. I refer to it, sardonically, as the chocolate box theory of women.