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One Time Only said,

January 1, 2009 at 0:19

Just checked out your blog for the first time after seeing it in a list of “so-called” liberal best blogs. Bullshit! After reading your wingnut comments about Dan and ElCoyote, you sound like just one more knuckle-dragger.

Phew. It’s “One Time Only”. And it has a strange fondness for “quotation marks”.

Does it also have a “laser” on the moon, I wonder?

…something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka….

I useta have to do the “Eye on America” stories where I’d go to said Topeka trailerpark to interview these mutants. Thanks for bringing those memories right back to the surface.

Suggested addendum: “The creature also drops out of high school and impregnates snowbilly VP candidates. And their daughters.”

In Prager’s case, this is true.

Oh, that’s right! It’s already the new year in the land of our socialist Yurpeen overlords. Happy New Year to everybody, except people whose year starts on a different day, in which case belated or beearlied Happy New Year.

If only it were the only idiot troll. That one morphbeast will undoubtedly slime its way back in to screech and holler and tell us how unworthy we are of the 22 hours of attention it devotes to this site every day. I think of it the way the audience of a certain TV show was described in William Gibson’s Idoru:

…best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It’s covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, … no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels an a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections.

And “why” the quotes”?”

I miss him already.

I vote for The Gardens of Taxco. But (a) I haven’t lived in LA since 1997, and (2) I used to think El Cholo was pretty fine, till some people told me it wasn’t.

It’s really much simpler.

Actor/Actress. Blogger/Blogress.

Of course, he spells it “Blogresss” but I chalk that up to having his education funded by Ronald Reagan’s budget.

Could GPW be a methodically(perhaps maniacally) dedicated piece of performance art?
? His “I’ll buy margs for the first 5 people to show up” – could he have known the offending BOD member had already hightailed, and thought it would be fun to both support the place post-boycott, AND make a ass out of his character and adherents who show up?

? The thing that made me start thinking along these lines: a contest for “Blogress”. What’s that mean, what’s the derivation? Most made up words have some tenuous connection to actual words, like visioning and proactive.
Blog / Princess?
Then I split up the words, and got:
Bl – Ogress. (No, not Bi-Ogress, it’s a “L”, but little.)

I suppose it could have been accidental.
But there it is, in plain sight – whether it’s hidden there I just don’t know. I’m pretty sure “ogress” isn’t used as a compliment, or as a fond reference. It’s certainly not used to indicate compassion or reasonableness as character traits.

Well, just wanted to mention it, see what other twisted and more intelligent minds thought.

Slow day, back to reading Fun with String monthly.

My thoughts:

1.) I hope the place is open.
2.) Good. The place is open.
3.) I hope I have enough PATA cables to hook it up.
4.) I should get dinner.

And that’s *it*.

Does this make his penis an “innie”?

Mikey, give this guy your webcam, stat!

Hey, it worked for Eric Mangini.

Guys and sex is like guys and shopping. Or eating.

Feel a need, fulfill the need, go back to watching TV.

Women and sex is like women and shopping: linger over each and every item, slip it on, give it a whirl, try the next garment on, get feedback from your shopping partner, until the climactic moment when the plastic burns…