Thursday, August 04, 2005
Roll call
Okay, I know I haven't been minding the store very well lately. I started up a new blog (a crossword thang) and it's cut into my Orange Tangerine time. And I've been forgetting to chat in the Comments Parlor, too. But tell me—who am I writing for? I know the handful of regular commenters, but there are a lot of you lurkers who never say "boo." Please drop a line and (1) tell me something funny, (2) describe who you are, (3) talk about the weather (boy, is it getting hot and muggy around here!), or (4) at least say "boo." Don't be shy. I won't bite.
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I was a lurker, then I put ya in my blogroll, then we exchanged comments, then we had pancakes...and the rest is history. Dude, I'm not moving any time soon. When are you free for another pancake date? Your friend, the Feral one.
I think I ended up here from bitchphd. I also live in Chicago, and am waiting to hear the answer to the umbrella problem.
--Steph
Steph, see the comments down there in the umbrella post for the answer...
Hey! I'm here, sistah! What's yer new blog called??
Um, I read the comment above from Steph and thought, wait, I didn't comment yet. Here from Bitch PhD, also a Chicagoan, and now on my way to find out about the umbrellas....
To differentiate me from the above Steph, call me Stephanie.
Yup. I haven't been posting often, but this is one blog I read every day.
I read fairly frequently, but don't always comment.
What are the ethics of de-lurking someone else? Is it like outing someone? I know a person who reads this blog regularly who never comments.
Um, boo. Something funny: What's brown and sticky? Answer: A stick. (That's one of my favorite jokes. I'm weird that way.) I'm a bleeding-heart liberal, ABD in theatre history, artistic director who hates her day job. And BOY is it muggy out there!
BOO....I'm not a lurker. I'm a newbie who will be returning. Great blog.:)
They call me "Orange Mike" because I do wear a lot of orange; so when I saw a comment on Berube's site from somebody called Orange naturally I had to come look.
It's hot and sweaty here in Wisconsin, and since I'm one of those dairyland fatties you write about, I'm feeling it a lot.
http://bor.musselmanforamerica.com/mt/images/Boston/Day5/orangemike.jpg
http://www.uwm.edu/People/orangest/Mini38ML.jpg
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Hi, it's me again. I don't necessarily lurk but I don't comment on everything either.
I want your governor. We have a Dem Governor but he's not doing too hot on this whole women/gay thang. That could be bc he's one of them moderate dem's and we have a repub controlled senate. Ho-hum.
Last week was nasty humid and the Boy Scouts haven't been prepared for it. Bush spoke in my neighborhood on Sunday (now you know where I live) but I avoided it all by staying inside my humble abode.
And boo.
Boo.
And you're writing for you.
Hot and muggy here in NH, too.
Something funny: there is a duck in my bathtub. One of my flock is a little sick, so we are keeping her inside. She keeps knocking over the shampoo.
Oh, and: boo!
boo.
who?
I bought a crosswords book for my flight yesterday...I hardly ever do them, so I wouldn't say I am ashamed to admit I kinda sucked, but I would LOVE to write the clues for them. I thought of you, there in the sky, possibly somewhere near chicago, even!! (i bought the book in detroit during a connection)
boo.
I refuse to say "Boo!" as I am not a ghost, merely a ghost writer (OK, does that take care of the funny part, or just the punny part?) Guilty. I'm a lurker. Found the blog through Shades of Grey. Bleeding heart liberal in red state Missouri, living in the city from whence Jerry Falwell graduated from college, and headquarters of the Assemblies of God. Very scary, sometimes. My blog is at http://dolarry.blogspot.com
Hey doclarry...now I get Jarry Falwell and Pat Robertson but not necessarily in that order. He has created a new Law School from Liberty College - very scary.
You may have both, nut. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck with John Ashcroft. And so it goes.....
To welcome the new commenters and entertain the old, here is the only joke I can ever remember when my kid wants me to tell a joke.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Boo.
Boo who?
Oh, don't cry!
Why can't the flower ride a bike?
Because it lost it's pedals(petals).
That one had Peanut cracking up for a week at least.
Why did the lady throw the butter out the window?
She wanted to see butter fly.
What's big and red and eats rocks?
A big, red rock eater.
What's the largest pencil in the world?
Pennsylvania.
(and this one sends my niece into a giggle-fit every time)
Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Banana
Banana who?
Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Banana
Banana who?
Knock, knock
Who's there?
Banana
Banana who?
Knock, knock
Who's there?
Orange
Orange who?
Orange you glad I didn't say banana?
(Sorry, I formerly produced a kid TV program where the audience told jokes to the host and heard all these a gazillion times.)
I like 'em doclarry. My son sometimes (when he's not repeating scenes from video games) goes around making up his own jokes and some are pretty good.
Hey Orange
You tend to talk a lot about US politics, so I dont really have anything to add. But I am a Constant Reader.You're a smart cookie.:)
Suezboo
Thanks for the jokes, everyone. The banana/orange one killed!
Funny you should mention cookies, Suezboo. Bitch Ph.D.'s kid just invented Special Cookie Day, and we're celebrating a day late. Cookies are in the oven this very moment!
Thanks for delurking, former lurkers! I don't even understand the lurking business. If I like a blog enough to read it, I want to join the conversation. But maybe that's just because I'm starved for grown-up conversation these days...
Thanks for sticking around, regulars. And all who provided cheesy jokes, I appreciate it! It's good to beef up my repertoire for those times that Ben asks me to tell him a joke.
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