Yay, Unfogged is back! I can stop being productive now.
My God what have I done? That went up the food chain pretty fast.
No kidding, that was amazing. I blame you all, individually and collectively.
I've made a kid swap. I've got the kids on New Year's now (also my son's birthday) and the ex has them on December 29th.
So, the Flophouse is looking very probable. What is that email for the super, secret instructions?
I think you're supposed to rsvp to unfoggedcon@unfogged.com
4 - I think kids are not the canonical family member to swap. You've got to be on top of things for Unfoggedcon!
Worst threadjack ever. (The comment that caused the site to crash, not 4.)
Of all the comments pages to get linked by Sullivan, it had to be the one where it was resolved not to seek media attention, didn't it?
But Kieran doesn't actually link to the comment here.
Kieran is one tricky fucking sociologist.
8: Naturally. It's just part of the Vortex of Misfortune.
"I'm sorry Mr. K, but the doctor heard via Andrew Sullivan that you don't have insurance, so he won't be able to see you today."
Interesting to note that a site-crashing amount of traffic is being directed to the thread in which we reached the consensus that "going to the media" was a bad thing.
Again, just sayin'.
bitchphd
You let her talk you into getting on top?
i thought you banned me
i promise i'll behave
Don't be sorry, it's not your fault that unfogged's software doesn't stand up to the greatness of its comments.
Assumes facts not currently in evidence.
Also 6 is scared of 7.
Yeah, funny story about that. Seems that 7, 9, and 56 were the only survivors of a shipwreck, and managed to swim to a nearby deserted island, mostly bare of edibles. For a while they were able to subsist on some small sea creatures trapped in pools, and seaweed, but it was obvious to all of them that if they weren't rescued soon, their bones would be picked clean by the sea birds that occasionally passed overhead, emitting horripilating cries. 9 was by far the sickliest, and 7 not much better. One day 56 approached 7 and told him that 9 had died during the night and the birds had started getting closer. He said that he didn't want to see 9 treated that way and had started throwing rocks, sticks, whatever he could lay his hands on at the birds to keep them away while he started making preparations to bury 9. One of the rocks, he said, had actually connected with one of the birds and knocked it to the island. They turned out to be quite large. 56 built a fire and cooked some of the flesh, and he had brought it with him to 7, saying that it might help them hold out for at least a little while longer. 7 ate the meat greedily, hardly noticing its salty, gamey flavor in his hunger. It did indeed allow them to keep their strength up and a week later they were rescued. 7 noticed that there was no sign of 9, but 56 explained that that was because he had managed to bury him beneath the sand where, he thought, he would be safe from predators. Unfortunately the island was so uniform, and 56 so dazed, that he couldn't relocate the body to have it taken home and given a proper burial.
Later, however, it came out that 56 had killed 9 and, eating some himself, fed him to 7. 7 of course had no knowledge that this had happened, but once it became public the affair clung to him like a miasma, and strangers and friends alike looked at him with suspicion and fear—someone who had tasted human flesh. 6, 7's fiancée before the accident (she had been unable to accompany him on the cruise) was among these.
I guess that wasn't a funny story after all. Oh well!
Another time 11 was driving around, and saw 5 hitchhiking, and stopped to pick her up. 5 gave 11 directions to her house. Did I mention there was lots of mist in the air and everything was spooky? Anyway. When 11 pulled up to the house, 5 wasn't in the car. 11, confused, walked up and knocked on the door and 10 answered. 11 described his hitchhiker, and 10 gasped, "It's the anniversary of my daughter, 5's, death, exactly 4 years ago!"
And the next day, 11 was back on the highway, and happened to pull over at a gas station, which was a good thing because there was a serial killer in the back seat with a pair of numchucks.
It has been a harrowing couple days for 11.
I was thinking it was going to be "Aren't you glad it wasn't another 9/11?"
I really thought Ben was going to work 56 being 8x7 and 9x7 being the greater amount of 63 into 32.
Ok, now that I'm famous, I'm issuing a clarification
Soon you can have a press conference and deny everything. Then you can resign.
What does 8 have to do with it?
In my head, Tina Turner is singing this comment.
I really thought Ben was going to work 56 being 8x7 and 9x7 being the greater amount of 63 into 32.
This discussion is starting to remind me of this book
47: "They tore our country upside down"
52: She has a visceral, if inarticulate, sense of the brutality of the cycle of revenge.
Where is the flood of new blood from other sites? Are a few entertaining trolls from Sullivan or Drum links too much to ask for? LET'S SHAKE THIS PLACE UP!
clarification: 56 was not me
i never shout in capital letters
besides, what's the point to exist with CJD
Q. What's the square root of 69?
A. 8-something.
I am not a mature person. 60 cracked me up.
LGM found a nice new troll this week. You guys should go off to his site and see if you can't have him bring cookies here too.
I saw this post and thought, "ah, another optimistic thread about UnfoggeDCon." How disappointing.
Speaking of UnfoggeDCon, I spoke with my boss today to make sure I can take time off to attend. Attendance now guaranteed!
You bought the ticket before securing time off?
That's the advantage of being young, with no kids or mortgage. The boss knows "doing his worst" isn't much of a threat.
That's the advantage of being young, with no kids or mortgage. The boss knows "doing his worst" isn't much of a threat.
Wall Streeters talk about having "fuck you money": sufficient wealth to permit you, on any given day, if you were so inclined, to say "fuck you" to anyone you want without financial worry. The precise threshold for what qualifies as fuck you money is the subject of debate, but the idea is pretty alluring.