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Biffy, just don’t ask Expert to throw you a life jacket whilst in the sea of bad grammar. From what I hear, her grammar/spelling life jacket has tons of holes in it!
hi blowfish, My apologies. I had some important personal stuff come up and had to step back from organizing a Clam Bake. I do want it to happen, I just can’t take that on right now. : (
“”Senator, I served with Jack Kennedy, I knew Jack Kennedy, Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Senator, you’re no Jack Kennedy.”
Mr. Fink, I’ve blogged with Jonathan Butler, I drank with Jonathan Butler, Jonathan Butler was a blogmaster of mine. Mr. Fink, you’re no Jonathan Butler!”
LOVE it! It’s true, Homer is no Mr. B.
But we knew that. After all, he created the OT for us to goof off, be silly, pun incessantly, argue, discuss, and build our community of friends that’s grown over the time it’s been in existence.
I’m calling it a day with BHB thing. They don’t want us messing around in their sandbox, and I don’t have the stamina to keep playing what amounts to (for me any way) internet “ring and run”!
“That silly blog is going to dry up, dessicate like an old Sequoia in the Mojave desert.”
That is what fascinates me about this whole thing. If it was a thriving blog, I would just ignore it. But it’s like the Little Blog That Could. Its stubborness has become almost endearing. The way it pushes away posters despite desperately needing new blood. It has chosed to continue gasping for air as it sinks while a life preserver is bobbing up and down a foot away.
Biffy, just don’t ask Expert to throw you a life jacket whilst in the sea of bad grammar. From what I hear, her grammar/spelling life jacket has tons of holes in it!
good thing he didn’t do it on Smith st.
“Cobble? CLam bake? anyone?”
hi blowfish, My apologies. I had some important personal stuff come up and had to step back from organizing a Clam Bake. I do want it to happen, I just can’t take that on right now. : (
Blowfish, Arkady and I are planning the Great Clambake of 2010…details will follow soon!
“It has chosed”
And I am drowning in a sea of bad grammar.
Cobble? CLam bake? anyone?
“”Senator, I served with Jack Kennedy, I knew Jack Kennedy, Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Senator, you’re no Jack Kennedy.”
Mr. Fink, I’ve blogged with Jonathan Butler, I drank with Jonathan Butler, Jonathan Butler was a blogmaster of mine. Mr. Fink, you’re no Jonathan Butler!”
LOVE it! It’s true, Homer is no Mr. B.
But we knew that. After all, he created the OT for us to goof off, be silly, pun incessantly, argue, discuss, and build our community of friends that’s grown over the time it’s been in existence.
I’m calling it a day with BHB thing. They don’t want us messing around in their sandbox, and I don’t have the stamina to keep playing what amounts to (for me any way) internet “ring and run”!
“That silly blog is going to dry up, dessicate like an old Sequoia in the Mojave desert.”
That is what fascinates me about this whole thing. If it was a thriving blog, I would just ignore it. But it’s like the Little Blog That Could. Its stubborness has become almost endearing. The way it pushes away posters despite desperately needing new blood. It has chosed to continue gasping for air as it sinks while a life preserver is bobbing up and down a foot away.
Cargar, I already told you…she’s doing client round up for us!