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from z0tl :
soony, will you be my chief counsel or not? if so, please trademark for me: T(h)RUST, infiniCLUB, infiniRENT, infiniRUSH, and infiniTRAX. or at least draft letters or whatevah you lawyery type are drafting that can be used as such. i don't really care, but just in case. i'm going in biznizz (see about.voopla.org while i'm in stealth m0de) and i will need lawyers and yes, i'm saying i want you to be my part time chief indian!
from excogitate :
Nice take on the state of the union. Personally, I was quite offended and thrown because he totally foiled my plan to breed a race of human-cat hybrids.
from blonde32810 :
hey i moved from d-land http://longview2006.blogspot.com/
from z0tl :
bitch, i survived! you know what that means? i'll prolly be around to tell you (and your wimpy ass posse) how much you guys have turned into soft mickey mouse friendster loozahz, hah! i still love you man and your very rare have always given me a chuckle even as i navigated the deepest abysses of zell i nevah even thought possible. but hey, contrary to popular belief, what KILLS you makes you stronger, so... gawd help you now that i have enough energy to leave note:z!
from shakingtouch :
i almost peed myself when i read about your squirrel saga.
from candoor :
love the letter... and you almost have me missing NYC :)
from f-i-n :
hugs and kisses
from quiconque :
Antipope is the way to go here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antipope
from weeme :
You ARE pleasant. I've heard it said more than once! "That Sooner... he's pleasant if nothing else." That's what they say. Sometimes they say it while drinking expresso rimmed with lemon, sometimes while filing insurance clais, sometimes while gingerly probing a recent root canal with their tongue. But most often they say it while doing nothing but concentrating on the extreme pleasantness of Sooner. Yup.
from quiconque :
Bevin is welcome. I'll alert Prima.
from quiconque :
Sushi....Friday?
from anisettekiss :
Okay. I'm at work right now. (On a saturday - eck.) I decided to click the profile of the first person on my buddy list then continued down the line, like 25 people, until I got here to your diary. I was FLOORED when I saw that you know who Moxy Fruvous is. I've seen them like TWICE in concert. What a wonderful world. Hello stranger. My name is Jenna. :)
from twobaddogs :
Thank you for the update! Thank you! Thank you!
from offthetwig :
'understand, we'll go hand in hand, but we'll walk alone in fear' - are you quoting something, and what, please?
from um-excuse-me :
hey wait. you're from oklahoma? i'm from oklahoma, too. i feel so rude when i don't look at people and smile a little when they walk by. and how i miss oklahoma. what part of oklahoma are you from?
from quiconque :
I think I'm in love with a midget. Can you help me?
from quiconque :
Sooner, when The Rapture comes, I'll share my last cigarette with you. It doesn't matter if you don't smoke.
from quiconque :
I knew that my public accusations would chivvy you out! Oh, Sooner, would that I were a fallen east coast governor and received mash notes from you. I would most definitely swoon.
from groinvault :
WOW!!! That was worth the wait! You rock. Please, please, please... tell me that post was the truth. I love you and I keess you forever.
from kissingair :
It is truly wonderful when you update.
from excogitate :
Oh Sooner, it is so delightful to see your name light up in glorious red on my fav's list. Keep 'em coming when you can, that's is, if you can keep your computer dry.
from quiconque :
God sees the goodness of your plan, and will strike down your enemies with eternally dry snacks.
from quiconque :
Like all library-based utopias, cataloguing is key. The patrons need to be able to figure out what's available on their own. After all, it's hardly a utopia if I'm standing around, waiting to learn whether the ref desk stocks strawberry jam while you're in the bathroom.
from suprgoddess :
yay!!! ours :P
from suprgoddess :
i'll have you know that's a spectacular theme song!!! i love it absolutely. just lovely, lovely, lovely. teehee:P
from quiconque :
I was going to write something tawdry and scandalous, but I changed my mind.
from quiconque :
Let's not get ahead of ourselves. You are going to have to deserve whatever punishment you get. So, as a side project to Benrik, you might want to think up ways to be naughty between now and our trip.
from quiconque :
Sooner, just think, if Yoko pulls if off, in a matter of days you and I will be walking side by side through the penitentiary. Bliss!
from quiconque :
Your needs are so simple. How can I deny them? Your wish is my command.
from kissingair :
Dear Sooner, Thank you. Having a lover who only appears once every few weeks is torture. I'm becoming a regular at aforementioned asylum. The orderlies have taken to hitting on me. And. I. don't. like. it. I miss you. :)
from weeme :
also... my medication makes my pee smell funny. Not asparagus bad, but not like lilacs either. Very poor sentence construction there, I know. Forgive me?
from weeme :
And when are yyou coming to visit? Should I be washing the linens?
from weeme :
o soonest...I am! I'm ITCHING with excitment...the kind of itchy excitement only Andrew can induce! OOOO...they should totally give Andrew his own show, don'tcha think? I mean the Buffy mythology must go ON, don'tcha agree? And who better to continue the tradition?!!
from kissingair :
All lies, indeed. I have had you added for - what? - two days now? And, no soonsoon8888. I've cried. I've taken to tearing out my hair in patches and using the bloody ends to paint my despair on the walls of my dark asylum. I'd like to escape the abyss, if you don't mind. Once recovered, I'd sell the "asylum wall art"; people dig that emo shit. -Bre (Don't worry, I'm only HALF as disappointed as I appear to be.) ;)
from kissingair :
I. think. you're. awesome. Mind if I add you to my AIM buddy list?
from peth :
I wish you had a tagboard.
from weeme :
...o soonie. you may, in fact, have several.
from weeme :
O...and sadly, I did not have any port over the weekend. But I did have a divine Key Largo salad with honking lumps of lobster and shrimp the size of my head and Key Lime pie which I shared with my guy. And lots o' wine. It pretty much rocked.
from weeme :
And there was no doubt you'd get in, of course, but congratulations on infiltrating the mad MENSA mob. Be sure to share your limericks!
from weeme :
I have a theory...it's just a theory, mind...but I think they shipped Will off to Wisconsin because his hotness was eclipsing Vaughn's hotness (which is really more tepid than hot) and they just couldn't have that. Noticed he donned glasses and a camel cordory jacket ala Will to shadow Sark? I think was trying for the elusive Will Factor. But he just couldn't pull it off... not carelessly rumply enough. Will always looked like he'd just woken up from a cat nap and rolled outta bed. SEXY! That's my theory. As for advice...um. could you transfer your desire to Sark? Marshall? Dixon? what about Jack or Ricky Gervais? Granted, he's much more fun in The Office, but he's got a Brit accent and really, really sharp incissors (or are they bicuspids?) ... you know, fangy teeth. What if you roll 'em all into one man lump?Sigh. No, it's not really the same, is it? I think Vaughn's biggest problem is he's toooooo damn serious all the time. He just plain gloomy.
from weeme :
Thank you! You have yer self a wonderful weekend too, sweetest swoon-soon!
from weeme :
O...I'm all for making the French cringe! So bring on the port! Actually, We're going to treat ourselves to a fancy dinner tomorrow evening. Perhaps Port will be on the menu.
from weeme :
You know, I don't believe I've ever had port. And my garden tools are looking a little rusty...Does that matter? And o sooner...have you heard about Canada's most notorious pig farmer? In British Columbia? he's believed to be responsible for the murders of 61 women. And now there is some concern that he may have been selling off human flesh along with the piggy parts! Ewww. I'm ever so grateful I gave up pork.
from peth :
please don't throw me away today.
from weeme :
o soonie...of course, you can do it. Of course you can. You can and you will !! I believe in you! I don't necessarily believe in Benrick, but in you? Absolutely. And at this point in the program, I'd burst into a stunning rendition of "high hopes", if only I could remember the words. Something about an ant and a rubber tree plant or something. And oh...i did not fotolog the fog, although I did think about how I should be fotoing the fog whilst Finny was performing her vanishing act.... I didn't bring me camera because it was all wet and muddy and there was no hint of miraculous fogs when we left for the park.
from weeme :
I'd pick a food item. Like if you enjoy cashews, I'd throw one of them away. And keep the rest. Maybe I'd give it away. Maybe I'd give it to my one true love. Or Peth. Which might in fact be one and the same. O lord, Bill thinks it's okay for his mate to have sex with another man because she feels sorry for him or as a reward. The more I read about Bill and his plan, the more I am convinced that sadly... he is not my one true love. he's not even my other true love. And further: there was the freakiest fog rolling about whilst I was walking the wolf. She actually Houdini-ed a couple of times, just vanished before my very eyes. Maybe she's magical.
from weeme :
It's 'cuz of the rack, isn't it? You'd let me draw you cuz of the rack. But no mind...I'll draw you. Just stay right there while I do hunt up some charcoal. And I promise you, it won't hurt a bit. It will all be very clinical.
from weeme :
o, look, Josie loves us! But soon-soon, I did! I did tell you about the rack, once upon a friendster. And you demanded that the great unwashed love me for it. Remember? Also is your new guestbook enabled? Cuz i tried to sign it last night. I wanted to be the first! I would have been the firstest first that was ever first. But it wouldn't let me. And I'm not ashamed to say that i wept a little.
from six30 :
my goodness, maybe this should be renamed the "Wee Message Board" -- i kid because i love you both...just wanted to say that i look forward to checking your year-long project on a regular basis :o)
from weeme :
Did you hear? Bill has a NEW plan. And a confession to make.
from weeme :
I'm really freaking hungry. Perhaps it's time for lunch, no?
from weeme :
ohh... forgot an "s" there.
from weeme :
hiya soonie...yes, I still have it. e-mail me your new address by hitting '"e-mail me" on my page and I'll end it to you. I do have a yahoo address for you that Peth gave me a couple weeks ago...is that the one?
from weeme :
er...meNtally stimulating. My disasterous spelling will surely disqualify me, Sooner. There is no hope. We may as well nip all prospects of me becoming a MENSA member right now.
from weeme :
Do you think the MENSA maniacs would let me design a test that was citrus scented? Maybe with an enticing top note of ginger? Or verbena? Or perhaps something more metally stimulating... Aromatics should not be overlooked. hmmm. Much to consider.
from weeme :
on the home-schooling: I do agree. I think the lack of socialization might just make the children...you know, WEIRD... and is therefore not advisable. And the children must have a platform to show off the shapely dancer's calves they inherited from Mom and their dazzling dental achievements (read: cavity free!).... where exactly would they be able to do this if not on the playground, next to the monkey bars and the good swings?!
from weeme :
o, yes. undeniably beautiful. utopian even. But I'm still boggling over the idea of making the springy, citrus-based hand soap that mechanics use and the fact that Bill donned a festively red sweatshirt for the section on how holiday evenings would be organized and the importance of christmas carols. Clearly, Bill has fore-sight (if no foreskin).
from weeme :
Also, I curse you for intoducing me to Bill and his wacky agenda. He is proving far too interesting and I have much work to do. There are Pachyrhinosaurus needing to be drawn and Triceratops, T. rexes, and ancient turtles as well.
from weeme :
"I would prefer, when we were working outside, that you use such items of clothing, etc. that would prevent you from becoming roughed up and weather-beaten. "...It is especially important that you not become weather-beaten. Members of Bill's flock should never be weather-beaten.
from weeme :
I honestly wasn't aware that tonsil removal was a fad until informed by Bill. I'm delighted to inform you however, that I've been all trendy and tonsil free since the age of eight.
from weeme :
And how could I have missed the reference to livestock in Bill's Plan? Obviously, Bill's Plan requires more careful analysis on my part.
from weeme :
But I've got to say I'd never get past the sample questions. I'd still me chewing on my HB and muttering "Sombero? a SOMBERO?!! Who wears somberos nowadays? Is this some kind of joke? And what's with this teeny, illegible font? Now, if I designed this test, I would have used a font with nice, round open counters. Would have made this test so much more friendly and appealing. And negative space...my god, what's with the lack of white space? Let the questions BREATHE people! And black... black type is so passe and anyone worth their mettle would know that black type on a field of white is not nearly as readable as the common populace supposes... Clearly, these MENSA people may excell at the programming of computers and the tallying of bills, but they lack imagination. and style."
from weeme :
although, I must hasten to add that my IQ is quite respectable, despite grammatical evidence to the contrary.
from weeme :
But sadly, not the case.
from weeme :
Really. It's possible.
from weeme :
ah, Soon-soon...you assume I'm not already a MENSA member, when in fact, I just might be.
from weeme :
and sooner... If you get in, can I be your MENSA-mate? I'm a swell mate. Everyone says so. Despite the fact I have had cavities. We would have the most adorable MENSA-babies ever and could take them to all the chapter meetings and prompt them to vomit at appropriate times (which we would secretly determine between the two of us and communicate to our uber-adorable offspring via a series of way complicated hand signals and eye twitching.)
from weeme :
er...response forM. natch.
from weeme :
But funny...he doesn't mentioned how he feels about dogs. I therefore assume he does not think much about dogs, and so have opted not to fill out his response for. Even though I have completed some of those personality tests he's so keen on. Just so you know, I'm an INFP. that's what they say. And they never lie. Never.
from weeme :
And further: I think it is very important to note that Bill has never had a cavity. Not one. No Cavity Bill. I hear that's what they call him round the nursery where he buys his fertilizer and garden gloves and occassionally has his mower blades sharpened. Yup.
from weeme :
And question: When you pour out my pumpkin spice non-fat cappucino and murmer "respect" with your fingers over your heart, where are you pouring it? Into a potted plant? Onto your fuzzy nethers? Into a bowler hat with a tasteful ribbed band?
from weeme :
o...you are well and truly back! Three enteries in less than a month! I'm all a shiver.
from peth :
oh lover. oh my lover.
from squee-chan :
You see, it's similar to an achilles heel, only it's an achilles tail. If only Achilles' family had thought to amputate his leg, he would have been a TRULY formidable warrior. Though a bit tottery, what with the whole missing-leg thing.
from fangedfemale :
Well, when that day comes, you can count on my vote for you being in charge! :-D
from addieplum :
it's all very intriguing! i am nearly awestruck!
from six30 :
feb. 18 2004 -- congrats about working and going to school for free! guess who's turn it is to be unemployed. yep, been job searching the Net since January...someday...SO glad you're back :)
from minderella :
christ jesus, thank god you're back. i thought you'd gone away forever.
from fangedfemale :
I watched a documentary about dogs and docking and stuff. Dogs that have been docked get into fights more with other dogs, than dogs that have not been docked, because we all know that animals use their whole bodies to communicate. Well, when some of the body they use to communicate is taken away, well, then, there's miscommunication. So you can tell your grandfather that, in case he ever brings up docking again, to reinforce that docking = bad. :-D btw Yay you're back! I didn't know what to do with myself without your witty and entertaining entries :-D
from weeme :
Oh My Lawd Sooner! you're Back! And in Rare Form, I must say. and Tail-less, I assume, but thank god, not because of your granddad, but because your were born that way.O sooner! Back! And with Puppy Dog Tales! I'm itching with the ecstasty of it all! Yes, yes, itching with the ecstasy and the festering maggots my undocked doggy has inadvertantly transferred to me. O sooner! Swoon!
from weeme :
And tell me, super sooner, please, please tell me that Sunday night will find me seated breathlessly in front of all new Alias. Tell Me. I've no interest in grammy winners or foo-ball or janet jackson's silver nippled breast. Nope. Gimme Syd and Vaughn's vicious viper of a spouse and Isabella Rossellini's rough kisses. For at least I know, somewhere, somehow, we are sharing that if nothing else and for that one brief, shining hour, everything is okay again in my world!!
from weeme :
O swoon! a little love note from my long lost Sooner. Yes, in fact my hair is downright DARLING today! And yours? I meant to write you back eons ago after you posted your note in about the Dahli Lama and his fab Tootie T-shirt in my guestbook (which I loved so much, i promptly copied it to my comments box so every one could marvel at how clever you are.) Sigh. i miss you so... you've no idea. As Peth said recently, Sooner was the glue that held Diaryland together. The GLUE, Sooner. Without you cavorting madly here and there, we're all unstuck.
from redblur :
Dear Sooner - Come back and write again. We all miss you. Luv yer pal Red
from gods :
Soony, heya, longest time no see, this is z0tl by Proxy, please be my Lawyer for Life :) Pro-b0no right now, but I promise to repay you generously in z future. I shall call you, ummm, My Consiglieri. Trooly & Your:Z
from weeme :
O Sooner...! I saw him last night. Andrew! And he was, indeed, 82% more manly! Or at least he had 82% more hair. And tweedy! he was very tweedy I thought. I have resolved that anywhere I go toting a lunchbag, I will go toting a lunchbag with a Union Jack drawn on the front. Flag festooned lunchbags from here on out!
from peth :
um.
from weeme :
merry merry and happy happy. I miss you.
from weeme :
Wisconsin? WISCONSIN?!!!
from weeme :
o soonie, tell ya what...I'll order four bottles of champagne but tip ypu like I ordered five.
from weeme :
submarine!
from weeme :
o soonie... I used to think it would be great fun to be sydney bristow, but not so much anymore. i don't think I'd like it so much if people kept threatening to remove my skull cap and tinker with what Peth so elegantly reffered to as my wriggly fields. Ha! Skull cap. that phrase makes me laugh. And also, you should now, I have secret warehouses all over the place, just like Syd's dad. Only they're stocked with chocolate and Eloise stickers and dental floss and not so much with weapons and shrink-wrappped money. Also, I don't wear glasses. Not even for surgery.
from six30 :
I missed you too :)
from weeme :
Crikey! The Satanic Cyber Goat just swallowed my "O"!
from weeme :
er...there was a T that was supposed to be tacked on to the end of one of those words, but it was eaten by the infamous and satanic cyber goat you hear so much about these days. And also...Soner? Could you explain Scientology to me? Cuz I don't get it.
from weeme :
just so you know, I hear that goats are like really, really evil and that they eat your underwear and tin cans and stuff and that sometimes in the dead of nigh, they're eyes glow all red and satanic. Also, they're reputed to have ungodly gas. So mayhaps Bill SHOULD be permitted to marry a goat.
from weeme :
O soonest! That's wunnnerful!!! Go Rupie! And I don't think it's possible to like tv too much. Nope. Not possible. So people should just stop pretending to feel bad about it. That's what I sez.
from weeme :
o Sooner! O love! They tossed Rupert and kept the fungal boyscout and the knock kneed ninny Jon...O woe! What am I gonna do?!!! Distressed now. The only thing that can cure my blues would be a little ANDREW Alert. If you would be so kind, I would sure appreciate it if you let me know when he'd gonnna make his appearance. I surely would!!! love, love!
from peth :
sometimes the mango juice tastes more like the can it is in, than mange juice.
from weeme :
yes, indeed.... that boy scout uniform is positively fungal by now and could she BE any more haggard?!!! Burton, on the other hand, is an ass, but he is easy on the eyes, so i can deal. But I'm constantly wavering about whether or not they should kick Johnny Fairplay's skanky ass off or whether I hope they keep him on so I have someone to get all heated and frothy about every thursday other than the fungal boy scout. But Survivor aside.... oh, sooner... have you abandoned Diaryland or are you all like with the new and secrety diaries now? I'm considering opening a new one where I'm free to be the Queen of Mean without my dear Auntie Eileen reading about it and reporting to my mother. Hmmm..... And did you see Alias last Sunday?!!! Who knew drapery tassels could be so lethally employed?
from weeme :
I am in the process of transferring all my Will Tippen urgings on to Sark. I seem to have big affection for the evil Francie boyz, Yup. Although, I kinda like that Vaughn is all with the hockey playing... hockey players are hot. iIt's the Canadian in me. I can't help it. It's practically encoded in my genes.
from weeme :
Boo!
from weeme :
um....i dunno...lots! But it's never too early to practice your santa's little helper act and teach the kitties how to guide a sleigh.
from weeme :
Oh...but I forgot to say.... I loved marshal's mullet haired high school pic. it made me realize just how much he looks like Jay Leno.
from weeme :
And finally... i used to have a mustache, too. but just like Marshal, it made me sneeze at the most inopportune times and so i was forced to shed it.
from weeme :
Also, I'm a little disappointed the angry black guy didn't machete off Sloan's arm. I think he'd be extra dashing and spyful with a hook. And is it me, or is Alias much edgier this year? More Bond-eriffic?
from weeme :
O and Sooner.... the Marshall Cowboy spinoff should be known as Marshal Squared.... Evil Marshal will be known as Marshal Marshall! but there's a problem... Will Tippin has been moonlighting, playing Menancing Metrosexuals on the new Alicia Silverstone drama, Miss Match. Yup, it's true. I caught a portion of it with Alicia and Will mid-date, swapping Kiehl's lip balm and discuss other important styling product. Jack was in control of the remote, and skipping about as he is wont to do, so Ididn't see much more than a glimpse, but Will makes one fine metrosexual, let me tell you. I also caught a bit of the end, where it turns out he was just using Alicia (after forcing her into a tanning booth rendering her dung coloured). And if Evil Francie is returning, can Will Tippin, Witness Protectee, be far behind?!!
from weeme :
O peth...it's too true. My follicles have been failing me of late. But today, however, they're all bouncing and behaving and dare I say It? cute!
from peth :
I refuse to believe that weeme's hair has ever been NOT cute.
from weeme :
He's old and hard of hearing, so that should surely rate a discount.
from weeme :
O... and how much would I have to pay you to beat up someone for me?
from weeme :
At the moment, my hair is seriously uncute. I mean SERIOUSLY uncute. It's greazy and ratty and not appealing in the least. but earlier on in the week it had brief moments of cuteness interspersed with an hour that was surely stellar and far to many medicocre days in between. sigh. such is my lot. And o... poor kitties. I bet they're staying up all night plotting how to break into that toy snatching dumpster using Ocean's eleven type stealth and ingenuity and also, transmitting open invitations to scabby-headed squirrels, hoping to even the score. yup.
from weeme :
O my gawd... I just discovered you saying sweet things about me in other people's notez!!! Aww...Swooner! Baby! One sleep until Rupert and three sleeps until Sydney. yeah!
from weeme :
my hair, you should know, has not looked cute for some time now.
from weeme :
o... the Socket and Scooby-doo slurp back sushi. what a fairytale. And did you noticed that the pool syd/julia dived into in her skimpy black unmentionables was coffin shaped? Who installs a coffin shaped pool? That would seem to me to be just asking for trouble, no? Drownings and ship-wrecks and deflated water-wings and algae of a super natural stripe. I think the feng shui at that hotel is suspect.
from weeme :
O sooner...where to begin?! I'm grateful for the wolf who makes me laugh every day and has snuggly warm ears in which to bury my nose, I'm grateful that I still have all my own teeth, I'm thankful that I'm married to someone who is good at math and reaching things in high spots and who's acerbic wit is unparalleled in three counties and second only to your own, I'm thankful that my mother-in-law's treatment for breast cancer appears to be working, for Eloise and lemon lime crystal light, for autumn and trees and dragon flies and turtles, for digital cameras and photoshop and being gianfully employed doing something I love, for my lovely and loving family, for the colour green and starfish, for rockabilly tunes and the fact bravo is finally airing Queer Eye in Canada, for living in a free country, for not living in Cal-EE-Fornia, for apples and mangoes and strawberries and such, for bathtubs and things which smell of lemon grass or alternately, lemon verbena, for puffy clouds and full moons and the orange and black striped hose I found in the store the other day and will wear like the big tard I am to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters .... I'm thankful for so much, and mostly i'm thankful that i have so much to be thankful for.... kisses my sweet little mushroom.
from weeme :
I don't think it was very responsible of Syd to go do spy girl stuff with a wicked hangover. And at least with Weiss in the best friend role, you can see why she is still mooning over Vaughn and not shagging him skinless... If Will were there and not off being all protected somewhere... well, now. Things might just get naughty.
from weeme :
Dear Sooner, O my! Y'know, Finn has been eyeing me rather suspiciously lately and licking her chops. Should I be worried? I don't think I'm the sort who would survive paradise.
from weeme :
o darling...as you may recall, I've always been fond of Mr. Sark. He's wickedly delicious. even more so with the new haircut, I agree.And covenent...I meant covenent rather than coven. really.
from weeme :
and one more thing... a confession. I've read reviews aplenty wherein critics lamented long and hard about how they couldn't follow what was going on with Alias and i've always dismissed them with a "Pshaw! Simpletons, all!"... but this whole Coven thing has me baffled and what was the deal with the Delta Force bust up of the hostage swap thang? I didn't quite follow. And the guy who's throat Psycho Syd apparently slit... that was Sark's father? Was he a good guy or a bad guy and why is the CIA investigating his death? If, in fact, they are investigating his death. Are they? I'm confuzzled.
from weeme :
o... I know. I know. I emitted the world's longest, most defeated sigh at the words "...and with Will in the witness protection program...." I dunno, I'm ever hopeful he will turn up when we least expect it. I have a sneaking suspicion Weiss is going to turn out to be EVIL. yup. I think the weigh loss is going to make him all feral and anti-syd. and i think Dixon is looking particularly Sidney Poiter lately... authority looks good on him.
from bevin :
Oh, Brian!! I'm so sorry I've let my unemployment get in the way of my planning your unforgettable picture perfect commitment ceremony. But I am all set to make up for it now. I've been working really hard to train Leroy to be your ring bearer and I'm trying on different colored tuxedos for him so that he can coordinate with the wedding party well enough. Now, I know you don't want your stature to be a big issue for the event, but I think it's important that the flower girl be smaller than you so that you don't get eclipsed in the photos while you're walking down the aisle. I've thought about it and I think we can get the protagonist from "Man in the Moon" by Armistead Maupin and I'd like you to ride on a gigantic tortoise. We'll festoon the shell with a big piece of rich read velvet so that it looks like one of those really decorated elephants from story books. Oh you'll be just grand there on a little golden throne. Brian, I need your thoughts!!
from weeme :
o god... i'm not 100% entirely without a doubt sure, but honey? I think they canned Will. I just went to the official ABC website and he is not listed as a member of the cast. Nor are there any new season promo pictures featuring him. No Evil Francie either. Hmmm. It's all mysteriouser and mysteriouser. (and curiouser and curiouser too)
from weeme :
o..dude! I was totally gonna reference the Marshal poem, but you've gone and beat me to it. Holy craptastic, batman... that was quite the nastiness Syd directed at Vaughn there a the end. I don't thik I would've ever recovered from that, had all that lip pursing wrath been directed at me. And Sooner... where's Will?!! Where is he? Is he still in the credits?!!
from weeme :
I'm not grieving the loss of Skinny Ryan much... I'd rather gaze on the ebony swolles of Osten (what with the pretentious spelling of his name and all) and watch for his fanny to come spilling out of his drawers. Yup. And oh yes, I am breathless with anticipation about Alias. How I've missed our illustrious Will !!! The promo looked hot, hot, hot! If it's really good, maybe it will help me overcome the savage disappointment that was West Wing. They so need Aaron Sorkin back... there wasn't a snappy line in the whole bloody episode. So bitter! Sigh... I've been painting the tigers and the munkies and the wildebeests all day today, but tomorrow will be a day of rest and relaxation. Gonna go see a matinee of Lost in Translation, take a nap and gear up for the spy girl antics. Yee haw. You must promise to check in with yer opinions!!!
from weeme :
O yes, I'm with you on the boy scout front and also the dropping drawers (this perhaps, doesn't offend you as much)... but I'm utterly enamoured with (of? by?) Rupert, the bearded Hagrid clone. And the whole pirating aspect ,of course. Avast!
from weeme :
O Soonie! You posted again! And you're semi-employed! And now you're thirty and I kind of forgot your birthday, but not really. I mean I remembered it! I did, I did! It's on the thirteenth and that's such a memorable date and you're such a memorable midget ... I mean how could I ever forget your birthday?! And i DID remember... I DiD, I DiD... I remembered it on like July 15th, on July 27th, On September 2nd and on the 5th and also possibly on the 10th.... and then I remembered it again on the 18th. Five days after the fact. And now I feel horrible, because I should have sent you some kind of birthday greeting, especially as this is a SIGNIFICANT birthday and you're all glum with unemployment and fears about living under a bridge. And the thing is, I've been missing you soooo much. On Tuesday, as I realized the new season of Survivor was about to start and that next week a whole PLETHORA of season premieres were scheduled, and I was all like wriggling in anticipation, I thought to myself "Yeah, but it'll be no fun if Sooner isn't around to chat about 'em" and I thought especially of our Monday morning analysis of Alias and an actual tear pricked my eye. Because it's been so long, sooner. It's been ever so long. And I adore you still. Yep, it's true! I adore you. A belated Happy Birthday to my darling wee Soon-bug. Smooches for the kitties, and a juicy one for you!
from meupatdoes :
The fact that you have quoted the Buffy musical on your friends page makes you a divine figure in my eyes.
from peth :
um, sooner? i need some help with my kitty. will you hold his front part so i can clean up his nethers?
from weeme :
are you EVER coming back to frolic amongst us again?
from peth :
"I always liked him, he's a nice fellow"- Theresa.
from weeme :
o... would that i had a job to give you Soon-Soon! I'd give you a corner office and a stool fit for leg dangling and special license to bring the kitties to work and a ceo-sized salary if only I could. You know that right?!! Wishing great and gainful employment on you from afar.... xo wee
from hucksterfinn :
oh, soonie.
from weeme :
Power up Baby! i posted yer questions. They're kinda lame though.
from peth :
fondly.
from redblur :
Dear Soon, I would hire you for all my lawyering needs. But I just found out that you are not a lawyer! So now I'm all confizulated! Anyway, good luck on the job search, and if you need a FakeReference (tm), you can count on me!
from nyquilgirl :
Nyquil by Alpha, yes. It's a lovely track. I take pictures everyday. Sort of an addiction really. Wee is definitely w&heartsnderful.
from ghostie :
Is a Swiffer anything like a French Tickler? Because no, I wouldn't be afraid to use something like that.
from six30 :
Oh, Sooner, that makes two of us in Canada who are very worried about you. Hope everything works out well. What a shock to read that you're looking for a job! Things may seem bad right now, but I believe that everything happens for a reason and can only get better.
from weeme :
I meant cabana boy. or cabin boy. or footstool or something.
from weeme :
awwww...soonie! You must stop with the ugly and the dumb and the mean. We all know you are none of those things. I do buy the fairweather part, but none of the other stuff. so... any nibbles on the job front at all? what is it you're looking for exactly? Can't judge selma hire you to be her caban boy or something? She needs you to shoo away the ducklings and to make fabulously tasty cakes with fudgy centers for dipping and hummus. Doesn't she know that?
from weeme :
o...sooner snacks (TM) are my new favourite. Crunchy, sweet AND sour all at the same time. Man, what's with the Queer Eye all of a sudden. Two weeks ago, I'd never even heard of 'em and now they're EVERWHERE being all swish and snappy and gay and stuff. I really hope Bravo will broadcast it here in Canada. oh... and they talked about a mobbing at a giant T-rex somewhere in NYC on CNN this morning. Were you there?!!!
from weeme :
where have all the flowers gone...?
from pitty-sing :
i bent myself over a couch in the lobby of a hotel and thought of you.
from weeme :
o sooner.... it's all echo-y and empty around here these days without you, my little pixie full of mischief and cavort. What HAVE you been doing with yourself these days?! Do tell!
from weeme :
And you know... I have it on good authority that gainful employment is over rated... but seriously...is the market really that tough down there?
from weeme :
o Sooner McSoonerson.... my coffee tastes kinda scorched today. i bet if you were tha coffee maker at my coffe shop, you'd never scorch the coffee. Perhaps you should become a plantation owner south of the border and harvest coffee beans. You could call it Brian's Beans and I would happily design yu a logo and stuff. And we could fly around in a little red aeroplane with a banner advertising your coffee flying behind us and do loop-de-loops and impressive rolls all day. Or until we ran out of fuel and had to crash land into a haystack or a tattoo parlour. We might get a little banged up then, but we'd make the evening news fer sure and would be sure to plug Brian's Beans. yup.
from greatgadfly :
Sorry about that. I'm back.
from peth :
will you be my personal assistant?
from peth :
I hear wee is pitching the trolling possibilities. i'm eating a granola bar, gott help me.
from peth :
my garden beds are not for your hoe-downing, sooner! they are for to grow the flowers and also weeds. oh sooner, if i had a job, i would give it to you. um, i mean, if i had two jobs, i would give you one. alas, all i have to give you is some gum.
from discodave :
I went to visit my ex-girlfriend's grandparents with her once. She'd mentioned her grandfather liked his pornography - but we were meant to be seeing a video of a wedding. Now, you know when you switch a VCR on and it starts playing if there's a pre-recorded tape in it? Well, it did that. I think I managed to switch it off before her gran realised we were watching a buxom blonde fellating a bemulleted idiot But maybe not. Dxx
from weeme :
o crap... SLEEP with them. Good Lawd.
from weeme :
..and rodeo clowns! MUD people are frequently Rodeo clowns. and they are given wooden barrels to roll around in and loads of colourful kerchiefs to wave so as to distract rampaging rdeo animals (broncs and bulls and the like). Yee Haw!
from weeme :
and what is your dream job exactly if it's not lawyering?!!
from weeme :
er...CHOCK full....
from weeme :
but soonie... some of the best jobs are for the mean, ugly, dumb (M.U.D.) people. Not that you're any of those things, of course, You are as kind, kuddlesome and klever as they come! But you should know that M.U.D. people are frequently hired and paid handsomely to be Pirates! (Avast!!!), Carny Operators, Tax Collectors, and Trolls! Yes, Trolls, Soonie! How marvellous would it be to be a troll?! Pretty darn marvelous, I would think. And I just happen to know of a bridge in dire need of a troll or two.... and you know, there's always Hollywood. They're always on the look out for M.U.D. people and mini-me's to stuff into films by Wes Craven and the Farrelly Brothers and Tim Burton. Also, there are brothels in Utah. Wait, no, I mean, Nevada. Utah has the Bible-thumpers and the polygamists. Nevada... that's chalk full of MUD people and strangers willing to plunk good money down to slee with 'em. Or so i've heard.
from weeme :
Avast, ye matey!!! and Ahoy and stuff too. Big Boot Soonman has returned at last and Oh!... what a pleasure to read and greet you again, m' boy! I was beginning to fear that you'd been all shipwrecked and stuff, or deposited ruthlessly in Davy Jones' Locker by the scourge of the seas, One Tooth Pethickers, and her battalion of evildoers... or perhaps that you got sucked up by a crabby old sea amenity, bits of your horrifying death caught on Grandad's signature brand of shaky cam! Wow... quite vivid, that last entry... I can hear their rickety bones snapping and popping in my head as they shuffle hither and yon debating about the coyotes and such. Masterful, just masterful! and delightful to know you're back. I missed you so!
from weeme :
Pethickers tells me you are out and about, stomping on the marigolds. Is this so?
from peth :
sooner.
from weeme :
Hello little cupcake? are you still out there?
from weeme :
haloo Soonest... have you mobbed lately? are you out mobbing right now? are you mobbing and laughing maniacally and missing me a teensy bit? I just ate some fresh blueberries and they were yummish. Before that i was scrubbing really smelly shit off the wolf with herbal essences shampoo. I wanted to see if it would make her all orgasimic and stuff like on the commercials, but she just appeared vaguely miffed and sodden. And now I'm contemplating going to Office Depot and buying a new cartridge for my printer which has been flashing it's outta ink light at me for nearly a decade now. My life rawks.
from peth :
thank you for the bomb threat, Sooner. I had to stand outside and wait for both the fire trucks AND the bomb squad to come, all the while standing near some old biddies who were COMPLAINING about how hot it was outside and COMPLAINING about how long we were waiting, and also COMPLAINING about how attractive Kobe's wife is.
from peth :
fuck you! harold LLOYD!!!
from peth :
make them stop talking about how handsome Kobe Bryant is. make them stop.
from bevin :
Oh, soonie, I forgot to mention that once you answer the question I have a detailed explanation of the answer, also in screenshot form.
from madrigle :
oh my gosh, BRILLIANT! i'm so jealous you being a mobster and all! just smashing!
from weeme :
ooo soonster... you are so cutting edge! I'm impressed.i bet you were the mobbiest midget in the MOB. How extrodinarily cool. I'm so glad there are virgos in the world capable of such spontaneous mobbing. P.s. Did you sniff any of the shoes in the store? I think that would have added to the experience.
from gimcrack :
I love you too, Soon-pot.
from weeme :
and also... it was towels, not owls, that I was running through my washing machine. I am sometimes not all that observant and have been known to render my laundry astonishingly pink, but nothing I've ever thrown in the machine has emerged spitting and hooting and feathered, so I'm reasonably sure there were no owls involved.
from weeme :
er...VISITORS. with a V.
from weeme :
ooooo Swoonie.... I've neglected you so, leaving you out there all by your lonesome, swinging from some cyper space photon or electron or crouton or such and I'm sorry. I do apologize. I've had me some cisitors and they were most time consuming. In fact, they were quite consuming in general. a list of some things they consumed: lots and lots of air consitioning, two mangos, ten bottles of beer, three pitchers of iced tea, a loaf of blueberry banana bread, three wine coolers, two containers of yogurt, sandwich meat, a sizeable lump of cheese, a whole tank of gasoline, and much laundry detergent and fabric softner with the washing of sheets and owels and such. It was most enjoyable. They have the cuest baby boy ever (JACK!) and the wolf proved to be the most insanely affectionate babysitter ever. I'm so proud of her. How 'bout you... Tell me all about YOU! and then you can tell me the story about the little girl with the lost shoe and how she discovered that green and turquoise are the most magical colour combination ever and that dog saliva really does have magical healing properties when rubbed onto an seriously itchy bug bite.
from pitty-sing :
you are the only one who loves me, sooner.
from peth :
i have been kicked out of the club.
from bevin :
unlike you, brian, it's not all lies. Check your email.
from peth :
i ordered the broccoli with chicken in garlic sauce.
from weeme :
Still good for the chomping, my dear.
from weeme :
as you wish....
from weeme :
and guess what....?! I have a dentist appointment in an hour. yeehaw. the fun never ends.
from weeme :
I can assure you, my tigers will be disease-free and smell sweetly of fruity bath products.
from weeme :
o and I have more information on the West Nile front: apparently there are no reports of dogs getting it yet, byt horses, rabbits and... prepare yourself, kitties can get it. Time to net up Victoria and Albert.
from weeme :
today I have drawn a stork and an elephant. Next up: the tigers. rawrrr.
from weeme :
let the freak fest continue... I was going to call you little cabbage in French but I wasn't entirely sure how to spell it... so I opted for English. Mon petit chou, n'est pas?
from weeme :
is zoo poo smelly?
from weeme :
And p.s. I miss you, my little cabbage.
from weeme :
o sooner... You know how I've said in the past that I want to be the Judge when I grow up? I secretely suspect i am currently Ilene, only Canadian and far from retirement.... sigh. Is it still possible, perhaps with a circular staircase and resumption of incessant smoking, that I can still evolve to Selma status? Also, it is my fondest wish that at my own long off and not highly probable at this point non-surprise retirement luncheon. you and Appollo will perform dazzling dancing feats both on top of and briefly under the table. sigh.
from weeme :
o sooner... you're not bad, you're just carb-o-licious. your weekend was delightful, yeah?
from peth :
remember when we were disco dancing, and you slipped that pill in my drink, and I started taping the DJ up with camoflage duct tape?
from weeme :
o thank you. that did it. I'm off. If I don't talk to you again before you scamper off to enjoy festive fornication and all the sparkliness the Fourth can provide, have a fantastic weekend, my sweet munchkin! Kisses!
from weeme :
Two things: i have a perect view of my neighbor, the one that looks like the love child of Prince Charles and Janet Reno, reclining in a chaise from my office window. he listens to horrifying rocker tunes and plays with a remote control buggy a lot and and i think he must work at a bakery or something because he maintains the weirdest hours. Anyway, he's out there roasting himself shamelessly in a dark red Speedo. and two: i need you to say something that will make me go do all the stuff i really should be doing right now instead of sitting here shimmering softly and smelling of orange fruits.
from weeme :
Some questions that have been plaguing me: Luke or Owen Wilson? Mangos or cherries? and can dogs get West Nile? I jspent twenty dollars on a bottle of bug spray for the wolf yesterday. Twenty dollars! But is smells nice and it has tea tree oil in it. I smell nice too. I smell like tangerines. I am sparkly and I smell like tangerines. life is good.
from weeme :
I forgot to tell you... last friday I got really, really drunk with my kewl friend. i got plastered. and I'm wearing body lotion with little teeny sparkles in it right now. and Peth wants to know if she has to bake something in order to procure a synopsis of her d-landers like you produced for me.
from weeme :
And why isn't Vyv's dog getting better? Is it my fault? have I not been good vibing it hard enough? That dog has to get better. It makes me so sad to thingk about sick animals i can hardly breathe. The smog today is not helping any either. with the breathing.
from weeme :
the great thing is you covered off alot of the diaries i hardly ever read...the ones i sometimes wonder why i hang on to. and don't you love Jetbot. You should love Jetbot. I do. Ever so much. she takes pretty snaps. Now all I need for you to do is root through my fotolog faves and describe to me all the pictures I don't have time to look at. O, Brian. You make loving fun.
from weeme :
O. My. God. Best. Note. Ever. how did I ever function before you? Really. I wonder this sometimes. Oh, soonest... i swoon. You are too delightful! And you know.... I'm really concerned about Finnegan's breakfasts too. i think it may have been a lack of good breakfasts that killed his last Koi fish.
from weeme :
I'm here. hanging.
from weeme :
are you going to dress your tiny ickle self up like Uncle Sam and walk around on stilts waving sparklers and handing out sugar-free red, white and blue candies this weekend?
from weeme :
o but it is...once again it's the details that matter most! O soonie... I have been so occupied elsewhere, I fear I am losing touch with all the d-land doings!!!
from weeme :
o sooner... that was the best thing containing the word pretzels I have ever ever read! Consulted her palm pilot! shaking the crumps into her upturned face! O... I love it, I love it, I love it! It's the details that make it! You're so wonderful! If you were here right now I'd grab you up in a lung crushing bear hug and kiss you repeatedly until you were coated in lipstick and then I would release you and pat you sweetly on the head. Yup.
from bevin :
Also, I am reminded of the weird weird petty grudges the secretaries in the law offices I've worked at carry. It's weird. I don't know if it's a large organization dynamic with obvious power differentials or what. My question is whether Judge Selma is aware (and btw--she really does look like Selma from Night Court) of the situation and what steps she's taken with regards to it.
from bevin :
p.s. are you invited to the wedding?
from bevin :
I also wanted to mention a big hearty thanks for summarizing the ruling for me. I had wanted to read it but don't want any other law not on the bar to mess up my studying. You understand. Have you thought about prepping your Scalia theory into an article for some legal publication or the NY Times?
from weeme :
O sooner... yes, it's today! today is Canada Day! we took a family walk this morning... it was gorgeous. the wolf went for a swim and chased many a stick and I wore my new shorts and shoes and Canada glowed all around us. It's a good thing we went when we did because cars were lined up as far as the eye could see all the way down the highway to get into the park as we were leaving, but we had the place all to ourselves while we were there. And on my pancakes, if it's not to much trouble, I'd like blueberries please. Or strawberries. yum.
from weeme :
...and I'm never to busy for you, Soon-soon. Never.
from weeme :
ooo... if the Scalia predict-O-meter is still functioning in smooth and just fashion, you won't have to move to Canada to get hitched! But lest you be all comforted by that fact and be reconsidering your bid for Canadian citizenship, let me just remind you we have the Metric system here. Yes, Sooner, METRIC!!! and the cherries are really excellent this season, so that's a plus.
from elatedfuck :
latric sequaciousness!
from elatedfuck :
hahaha relax soony, we'll get a beer beer beer soon enough :) imported from greece, maybe, but we shall and then you can return to your supreme court daily business and reverse nothing. there is nothing to reverse. we goes forward --->
from elatedfuck :
sequacious latria!
from elatedfuck :
JUDGE ME!!! lawyer soony, i beg you JUDGE ME!!! and put me away if i'm a menace to society!
from elatedfuck :
am i a monsteress, soony? am i? am i trying to steal what's not mine? am i really all about breaking everyone's ball:z???
from elatedfuck :
does that make me a monster?-)
from elatedfuck :
i like p.f.chang and peking duck!
from elatedfuck :
you are my soonshine, my trooly soonshine!
from elatedfuck :
you know that submarine issue puzzles me. that movie that harrison ford did about the russian cap and the us cap i thought it was all bull in the beginning, but now i wonder. roodney fuckin king man! can't we all jes get alon:g??? or do we really all have to get alone in zoo cages and watch the show from the other side???
from elatedfuck :
sequacious!
from elatedfuck :
you promissed one fotologistic a day, where is it soony? it's been 3 days and same lil tigerwoody rollin around in hay? whatup widdat?
from elatedfuck :
latria!
from elatedfuck :
do you really miss me soony? do you? or do you just wee-wee-me around?? like our love has withered away or something:z
from pitty-sing :
I feel for miss mallard, cause one time this happened with me, only it was a small child who got lodged in the front of my bicycle, and instead of hiding the whole intermingling mess in my garage, I tossed the whole thing into a gulch. Wheels, limbs, well-hidden in the tall reeds. Then I had ice cream.
from missghost :
my hoo-hoo says thanks
from weeme :
yes. Oppressive AND crushing. And the eminent threat of power outages which might them lead to profound lack of air conditioning ad my immediate collapse. The only cure, I fear, is zoo poo. hint hint.
from peth :
sooner, do you want to go rave bowling on friday?
from weeme :
tell me a tale, soonshine. a juicy one.
from weeme :
also... I have a fabulous idea along the lines of Friendster. If only I was technically savvy enough to pull it off. Wouldn't it be cool if each individual site could broadcast their own tunes... like a little personal radio station. That would be marvelous. but probably fraught with copyright problems and such like. Fraught. That's a delicious word. I must use it more.
from weeme :
o yes, I got your message about will tippen, and sent you one back... but you're gonna have to wait until you get home to find out what it says!!! I'm feeling just difficult enough to make you wait. But I will sa this... I think it's mad cow disease, myself. Which like SARS and Dubya Bush, are direct manifestations of the END TIMES, so you're right on that account. And yes, Canada is metric. I am not a big fan of the metric system.... from the time i was ten until I was 19, we lived in the States, causing me to miss all metric indoctrination. Therefore, I still think in inches, feet, yards, miles, gallons and things. Except for temperature. I have assimilated there. It is 33 degrees Celcius right now, 40 degrees with the humidity index. I don't know what that translates into in Farenheit, but I think it's well over 100. There is a smog alert and also talk of issuing a "Heat Emergency" if it is this hot tomorrow. I sunburned my noseand the tops of my cheeks whilst out walking the woof this morning. I remembered to put sunblock on her nose (most of which she licked off with relish) but not on my own beak. Sometimes, Soonsoon, I'm not very bright. It hurts a bit. Also... i think I will colour my hair today. There is a two inch blonde strip running down my part. Tomorrow I shall be less red, more strawberry blonde. But rest assured, I will still have an amazing rack and a spotty fake tan.
from weeme :
nope... I looked it up. I am mistaken. I only spelled it wrong once.
from weeme :
I can't believe I spelled secretly wrong not once, but twice down there. Ok, that's not entirely true. I can totally believe it... it just astounds me a little. I am often astounded at my own stupidity. and frequently the stupidity of others. Especially the stupidity of those in political office.
from weeme :
and also... yes, I'm scrambling these days on all my various projects. Busy, busy, busy Wee. Also, I think I may have a touch of some flu bug. I'm feeling headache-y and muscle ache-y and tumy ache-y and all sorts of tired. And it's not due to my blood sugar. And took the wolf on her first extended walk this morning. She's all hot and panty and looking a little glassy eyed due to the extreme heat today, but she's not limping! Hooray!
from weeme :
crap.
from weeme :
er...BITS, not pits.
from weeme :
or rubber pits wedged between my toes.
from weeme :
or the flopping.
from weeme :
I do not like the flipping.
from weeme :
And just so you know, I never ever ever wear flip flops. ever.
from weeme :
Did I spell that incorrectly?
from weeme :
I keep expecting Friendster to DO more. I dunno what.. Maybe they should play music. that would make it seem friendlier. I'm secretely thinking Friendster is a little lamecore (TM). secretly. and also. possibly assinine.
from weeme :
o sooner.... how horrific! Now you will have no idea what your friendster friends are up to all day! how wuld you know? What with the Nazis preventing you from checking in and stuff?!! There could be wild ass cavorting on Friendster, people could be eagerly lining the streets to request your friendship and deluging you with messages and bulletins ALL DAY and you won't know! Evil, evil Nazis.
from bevin :
Sooner, I have a second interview with a judge today. I already brought him my writing sample. Should I bring another to this interview?
from weeme :
o my lord sooner! I just say the new carpenter on Trading Soaces and he is to die for! pant pant lather lather YUMMY! His name's Carter and he can nail me anytime!!! swoon!
from whip-smart :
darling, keep calling me whippits. Is what possible?
from ryan8-5cut :
hey, just wanted to say hello. I know you used to read my diary and I am still reading your. PS I dont have the password any more.
from z0tl :
latria!
from z0tl :
oh soony, you let yourself be so malleable & ductile when it comes to mentoring me. as bi-polar would say, i wish to express my gratitudd & ongoing respect for the soonah the bettah :)
from bevin :
http://customwire.ap.org/dynamic/stories/M/MCCORVEY_ROE_V_WADE?SITE=1010WINS&SECTION=US&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT Read that, note that she was a carny. I think there's some eunice in that.
from peth :
i wish i did.
from morbid-lover :
I wear alot of eye make liner. =o)
from weeme :
o no. do the zoopoo! It's gotta be the zoopoo!
from bevin :
thanks soonie. I like it when you really explain things to me. I'll be in NY on Sunday morning at brunch time and would like to know if you'll be around and brunchable in the city? My friend patrick from CA (a future law student) will be in town. Also, I think the prison idea sounds marvy. Women's prison or Men's prison or juvy? Also, is this along the lines of the characters detailed in sooner about a year ago or is it a different situation??
from weeme :
o and just so you know... it's diet. I finally found diet A&W rootbeer! woo Hoo! And the air conditioner? Not even on. No wonder I was bloody baking.
from z0tl :
plan o'possum by thursday, wutang bee by weekend ;)
from weeme :
o.. I'm sorry, but i've got to step back a second and just tell you that that last response? So freaking hilarious! I snorted A&W rootbeer out my nose! Sometimes soonie, you just slay me.
from weeme :
"Oh my freaking ears!"
from weeme :
O my! that's so utterly absolutely perfect, i'm practically weeping here my little Soonbeam! How did you know Vern was my favourite? How did you know? Followed by Laurie, I think. And I adore Frank. He's so, so Frank! Not that I would let him anywhere NEAR any abode of mine! Jack thinks Geneve is kinda hot. In fact, just this past weekend he said " she certainly is comfortable with her breasts isn't she?" and almost on cue she jiggled them joyously and I told him I thought she did it just for him. And while we're on the subject.... is Doug gay? I mean, you've got the gaydar... is he? I can never decide if he's gay or just a designer. Aside: my office is just roasting! I'm melting, dude. I'll let you contemplate the Doug thing while I go check what's going on with the air conditioner.
from weeme :
o honey... you give good note!
from weeme :
so...how'd i do?
from weeme :
o man...that's a toughie. Dashed ships sound like so much fun! All that splintering and seacaptains sinking and pirates going "ARGH! A rock!" .... hmmm. And it would be hard to focus on my canvas and be looking for ships in the night too... and what if i had to go rescue a seagull or stand out on the deck looking all sad and forlorn and wafting my long filmy white scarf in that ever so sad, forlorn and romantic way?! how work is involved in the keeping? The only solution is to have you come do the keeping, Sooner. you can keep the wolf and the ships safe (unless you're in the mood for dashing in which case I will applaud delightedly and then hurry down the long spiraling steps with you to collect all the shiwrecked loot and stuff) and i'll splatter paint on things and we will eye each other's lunches and make sure we're keeping the carbs low and the flavour high and on occasion, we will cheat a little with bundt cake and we will whisper and giggle and never ever tell anyone. And you will be my light in the sky forever and always. Not to mention cool in a godly way, just like Jesus.
from weeme :
and sooner? I've heard it said that Saint Louise doodles on her desk top too. I don't know what she doodles... I'm guessing lemon tarts and guitars ... but doodle she does.
from weeme :
o Sooner... I want a digital camera in the worst way. You have no idea. i want it more than i want my lighthouse studio. Almost. well, not really, but i think I have a better liklihood of getting a digital camera than a lighhouse studio. The lighthouses are all occupied with keepers ad tourists and Wyeths these days.
from weeme :
it was you!! Little ol' you. I'm so glad you liked it. I just sneezed three times. I think I might be allergic to the roman god. He looks like he might be a pollen producer. Argh.
from weeme :
o sooner... how comes it never rains but it pours? after months of nothing, I am suddenly being inundated with exciting illustration/design opportunities. If all goes well, I'm going to be a busy, busy bee this summer. Like a hugely busy bee, Like giant bees of Borneo busy!!! Not that I'm complaining mind you, but it's feast or famine around here. Never just a nice steady grazing. Also: I thought you should be the first to know. I'm losing the red hair. It was fun, but it looks weird when my roots start to show. And Jack likes me better blonde (finally wormed that out of him after much needling...) ooo... submarine. I bet that's you. Let's see.
from weeme :
O darlin'... well, do be careful then. Because it ain't fun. Trust me on this. Okay... stop with the dribbling orange and chocolate bundty goodness now. My chin smudged Roman God is on the verge of drowning now in a pool of drool. Pool of drool! I like that!!!! Okay, gotta know... did you make the pasta?
from weeme :
er... that's his chisled CHIN, not shin. My Roman God is currently shin-less. He's all head and shoulders. And CHIN, finely chiseled chin. Yup.
from weeme :
o my word sooner... I'm salivating all over myself! That sounds wonderful! Hot diggity DAMN boy! Hey...what is you sugar status anyway? I never did get the final word on that. Aside: I drew the most gorgeous man on my desk, but I keep smudging his chisled shin off with my elbow and having to redraw it. i tried reproducing him on paper, but I just can't !!! I should rustle up some tracing paper to copy him. He's like Roman God fine!!! Gladiator material.
from weeme :
hey...did you make my pasta for Tommy? how did it go?
from weeme :
O soonie... don't be too hard on the kitties. They were on a secret mission for bundt obsessed (wee) me... i put them up to it. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I have had cake?!! Especially extra chocolatey soonerlishicious bundt cake? Do you? well, in fact, I've never had your bundt cake. not once. not ever. So you can see why I was eager to enlist Albert and Victoria in my quest to finally taste authentic sooner-made baked goodies.
from z0tl :
from z0tl :
it's a beautiful day outside soony, i rejoice in your joy to provide it for all:z
from z0tl :
sequacious latria!
from z0tl :
you may take a number now!
from z0tl :
i don't give a shit about headcheese, but cheeseheads i've met by the baker's dozen.
from z0tl :
i can understand eggsactly what you're saying if i wanna, do you wanna?
from z0tl :
i can paradigm, can you looney toon?
from z0tl :
look for me in a peach next to the apricot next to the prairie dog that spreads the disease next to the pet carrier that carries your neighbor's vicious turtlah.
from z0tl :
food pyramid = area 51
from z0tl :
mermaids & nutella!
from z0tl :
group theory!
from z0tl :
homomorphisms!
from z0tl :
? latticeal !
from z0tl :
lusciously latriciously!
from z0tl :
one of my chupacabras can devour an infinite number of yo prairie dawgs, know that soony, that my most unbelievablistical pawar:z is that i don't release any beasts upon your establishments, because your beer is good and i like beer and icecream, so now you better will tippen and liken icecreamen as well :) :) :)
from weeme :
what's yer weapon of choice? I'm torn between the classic chainsaw and the less traditional croquet mallet.
from weeme :
...YouR hockey mask. The "r" is there... really. it's just being subliminal and stuff.
from weeme :
hey dude... it's friday the thirteenth. can I borrow you hockey mask? There are teenagers to be slain.
from weeme :
o and sooner? don't forget to go shopping. I believe you require portabella mushrooms and sundried tomatoes. and possibly ground chicken. and wine. And flowers for the table. Don't forget now.
from weeme :
oh.My. God. I'm like totally peeing my pants or something okay? i mean, like they are totally peed. On account of princess and the foxes and the mom with minimal scarring. Totally like peed. Except they are shorts or something, you know? And not pants. But i should be wearing pants on account of it's already cold in the house and then like when I was reading Princess's account of the rabid foxes, I totally got like chills and goosebumps 'cuz I was that afraid for Grace. even if she's too big and is totally going to destroy the wedding and stuff. And I'm with Princess. Rubies and sapphires all the way. Emeralds too, to you know, match my eyes which are the colour of emeralds as you well know and complimented by my shiny red hair.
from weeme :
o... on the rabid fox front... I heard reports early this week that there was a rapid coyote attacking visitors in a provincial park near here (not the one we walk in though)... i'm thinking maybe it isn't rabies at all... I'm thinking it's African Munkie Pox!
from weeme :
o... I love foxes. Especially red foxes. I hope she didn't hurt them. And are you really gonna make my pasta for Tommy?! Kewl! Do tell me how it works out! I apologize... I'm a bit occupied today as Jack just called to tell me about a big freelance job we snagged (woo hoo!)... so I'm trolling the net for inspiration to get me started. Also... thunder clouds are lurking ominously overhead again, making the wolf a mite nervous. She's in serious mope mode now with her paw and profound lack of exercise and squirrel chasing. She's not limping a bit, but the vet made me promise I would keep her activity restricted until tommorrow at least. In the meantime, I'll watch for new puddle formations! wow... it's thursday. This week seems to have sped by.
from weeme :
o sooner... I made the most marvelous pasta tonight. You must try it. Okay, first you need to chop up lots and lots of garlic, like four or five cloves. And you heat a little olive oil in a pan, And then you brown the garlic. Next, add some red onion (one small) and let it carmelize. Toss in some sliced mushrooms and saute.Then add in a good amount of ground chicken. In the meantime, boil up some penne (I used whole wheat because it's better for you) in another pot until it is el dente. Then, toss some sundried tomatoes into the chicken mixture (soak them first to plump 'em up and dice them), add some fresh ground pepper and a little salt. If you have some wine kicking around, add a splash of that too. (I was out, unfortunately, so I added just a little bit of apple juice)... Then toss in some crumbled feta cheese (goat cheese or chevre ...same thing... would work too) and stir until the cheese is melted and coats everything. Serve over pasta. It's totally delish and very filling!!! Yummmmy.
from z0tl :
i'm talkin will tippin at its best :) thank you soony, sooner we will all relax :z
from z0tl :
nah soony, just love filtered with a uv gla$s for you. can you make it less cloudy in san diego? thank you. we the originators of all that's evil wanna basque in your glory :z
from z0tl :
!!!FUCK!!!YOU!!! still the best conscise message to tell those you love!
from z0tl :
i'd sooner sever my relationships with the soonerverse if it implies i have to give up my right to laugh and make fun against the feyfool. your ass has no meaning to me, but if you wanna hear how tintillating it is, well, it was back in 1958 when i whooped it first :z
from z0tl :
of course, i'm only responding at the same level of perceived annoyance that i've garnsished from your elevated emails.
from z0tl :
fuck canada, you have a retard cretin premiere and you can have sooner too, his role on the bench cannot tip anything let allone willin.
from z0tl :
i do not respond to provokations because my ego would explode in the process.
from z0tl :
have you heard jack off jill? lissn to that band weeme and drag sooner by the neck into a mud bath, that'll kewl off everything :)
from weeme :
O Sooner. I'm getting fed up. Will you please tell the spammers that I don't have a penis to enlarge or keep from ejaculating prematurely and that Jack's is quite satisfactory on all accounts so i have no need for there instruments and creams and also that I do not require any cheap prescription drugs because I am currently getting all the ones I need for free? Wouldja please?
from weeme :
oOOOOooo...catnip bubbles! What fun! Hurry, Sooner! Hurry over!
from weeme :
and I've got a box of jumbo chalk.... we can decorate the sidewalk with our art and rantings.
from weeme :
o swooner... won't you come out and play? We can play hopscotch and dodgeball and blow bubbles at the wolf while she sits with a bag of frozen peas and looks pathetic. Did you know they make bacon flavored bubbles? they do. I saw them at the pet store yesterday. I didn't buy them, because five dollars seemed a ridiculous amount to pay for a bottle of bacon flavored bubbles, but now I regret my penny pinching ways.
from weeme :
o sooner... I read your message to the wolf whilst she delicately rested her paw on a bag of frozen peas, giving me the heartsick, mournful eyes. When I was finished, she licked the tip of my nose once and she put her head down on her paws with a pitiful sigh. Though she didn't say so exactly, I know the nose lick was intended for you and your kind wishes.
from weeme :
I think she might be a little accident prone. I'm just saying.
from weeme :
O soonsoon. I am well on my way to being the judge. But i prize a sense of humour above all attributes. Intelligence is second. And pretty eyelashes third. and o soonie.... you'll never believe it. the wolf was slumbering on the bed as I told you before. I called her down to get ready to take her to the vet and she overextended her front left paw when she jumped off the bed and was all limp-o-saurus.. Now I have to ice her down and she can't go walking or do any fun leapy wolf activities for at least four days! And there's a rumbly thunderstorm a rolling this way so she's not having a very good afternoon. : ( sad now.
from bevin :
It was a lawyer magazine for new jersey. There's a whole collection of them in Career Services for people with clerkship interviews to read through and get dirt on judges they might want to solicit. It seemed as though they did this big Newsweek style profile of the appellate judges once every couple of years. Judge S. was in the middle on the front cover one year.
from z0tl :
 
from z0tl :
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from z0tl :
i like to be to the point!
from weeme :
ooooo swooooon, soonsoon. "...lost in a daydream of unrealized embarrassments." i love that. That's marvelous! I love your judge, sooner. I really really LOVE her. I want to BE her. Can I BE her, maybe? When I'm old and grey and loaded to the gills? And yes... the monkey poxing prairie dogs... VERMIN! But they do look awfully cute all slumbering in the basket with their bellies exposed. The wolf is currently in that exact same position, but with her legs sprawled in a most unladylike position and her loose retriever lips fluttering gently with each sonourous snore. I shall have to disturb her momentarily in order to cart her off to the chiropractor for her monthly adjustment, but I just wanted to say fabulous entry today. Just rich! apllause, applause. Bravo and posies.
from weeme :
Soony, I would like an ice cream sundae. I would like a veritable schooooner of ice cream. Even though it's cold outside.
from weeme :
soony?
from weeme :
sooner... I just thought I'd drop by and tell you... it's monday. sad, but true.
from ihatepizza :
I think I actually hated pizza back in those days but now I like it every once in a while. I'm quite fond of pesto pizzas so if you'll treat, I'm down.
from weeme :
o, soonbeam... you are the pink stinkiest!!! O yes you are! i missed you yesterday whilst you were partying and cavorting and sharing your grape leaves. I hope your gourmet creations met with the Judges's approval.
from z0tl :
soony goddamm it, you think i forgot all about pethiecoat, dontcha??? it is because of you, porcupine!!! you and your refusals to tippen my way, to be the will i know. you stubborn ass! sooner or later i shall be invited to your goddamm orgies on the east coast, but shurly only to watch. i am a swatch :)
from peth :
i am alone in the office for only one moment, and that one moment i am thinking only of you.
from weeme :
um... hi.
from btchelicious :
Oh sooner, it's been so long since we have made love. I miss your enormous thorbbing cock that threatens to tear my pussy to pieces.
from weeme :
hey you...sorry, I got sidetracked talking to my mom on the phone and listening to her doggy tales. I come from a long line of dog crazy people, don't cha know!!! Thanks for clicking.... my banner is now in yer guestbook and you can love it up to your midget heart's content!!!
from weeme :
I've not seen my banner yet either.... I've been clicking "refresh" over and over trying to get a peek, but no juice yet. But I'll pop it in your guestbook so you can have a boo.....hang on a second and then go have a look.
from weeme :
oh good god... I spellled better when I couldn't see. I'm sorry Soonshine. I'm an inexcusably sloppy speller. I'm ashamed.
from weeme :
o... I wanna be licked by a balding leopard Mommy too! Scoot over, Pethipuss... it's my turn for the licking!! Hey... I can see again!!! I can see! Whee! Things are still a little fuzzy round the edges, but I can read!!! And I'm sorry that I had to leave you all lonely and bored with no one to pay with this morning. That must have sucked. That was exceedingly selfish of me. I apologize a hunnerdamd twenty two times, soonking! I must say the whole dilated pupil thing was wild. Right after he put the drops in and told me it would take 35 to 45 minutes to open up completely, I went across the street to get a coffee and noticed tat people were kinda looking at me strangely. I went to the bathroom and noticed why... I practically had no iris left...it was just this fine rim of green around dime sized pupils. Going to get the coffeee was easy... walking back fifteen minutes later was a challenge. The light glancing off all the light coloured cars was blinding and I couldn't make out the crosslight across the street... I had to ask a kid going by on a skateboard if it was okay to cross or not. And then the whole not being able to read thing... well, that was just weird. You don't realize how much you invest in your ability to read until you can't! I can't imagine what a horror it must be to be illiterate or blind. Thank God my eyes checked out okay. THANK GOD, Soonie. I'm so reliant on my vision... it informs so much of who I am. Have you ever had your eyes (professionally) dialated?
from peth :
the cornrows will make me get tension alopecia, and I will like it! you can lick at my balding spots like a leopard mommy.
from weeme :
o soonie... for once I have an excuse for any typos...I've just returned from the Eye doctor and he put in those dialation drops and now light is this incredib;e phenomemom and I can't read anything that isn't gianormous....!!! I can tell that there's a note from you on my page and one from peth. but I can't read what they say. Good news is that my eyes are just fine!!! Perfect vision in one eye (the right) and slightly less perfect in the other... and no sign of any complications from the big d. . I should be able to read again in a couple of hours so I'll check in & see if you're around then....
from peth :
oh sooner, if you are bored, you can come over here and braid my hair.
from weeme :
I did not dissolve! I didn't! Not one bit of me dissolved. Although the top of my head fizzed and foamed a bit.
from z0tl :
latria!
from z0tl :
oh soony, g'mornin to you too. i'm on my way to training, but now i'm not complaining about it anymore, i just put the feyfoolness hat you taught me how to wear proudly and i will sit my ass thru 16 hours straight, well maybe not all that straight, spread over 2 faithfool day:z
from weeme :
o yes... I have lunch plans alright. Leftover chicken stirfry. mmmm. But first: the walking. and it is raining. hard. I'm hoping to return whole and undissolved, but I'm not counting on it.
from weeme :
...and I am wondering, what will today bring? and will it be edible?
from weeme :
O sooner... I would not want to infer with any Z love you've got going, but the wolf and I must insist you move to Canada. We need you to remind us to eat lunch IN PERSON and what about our daily tea parties replete with fancy dress and leg swinging and sugar free cakes? You must not give up on those. Plus I've been spending my days bribing immigration officials so that they'll let you into the country and stuff and I've had to do things that I'm not proud of. And there is turtle wrangling to be done, soonie... turtle wrangling.
from z0tl :
sequacious latria!
from z0tl :
i don't need you to be humble soony, i like you standing tall and proud and will tippin, but please don't move to canada, that is my only request. thank you kindly if you can do it, if not, i'll still love you & your passport.
from bevin :
Soonie Soon Soon, I've decided my drag king act needs a mulleted midget. I'm doing a gig in Toronto at the end of the month. Do you think you can accompany and learn a dance that involves clapping and Wham!'s "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go"?
from z0tl :
sequacious!
from z0tl :
latria!
from z0tl :
dear soony, it's as if i don't give a fuck. thank you for your continuud support. if you wanna crucify me, PLEASE BE MY FUCKIN GUEST!!! otherwise, cut it out because i don't fuckin understand you anyway, like you don't understand me, so just lemme get home and watch some fucked up tv show ok, and i'll keep latrining you and you can keep your practice or whatever bench work you keep doing. i'm sure it's primordially important.
from bevin :
Did you buy the soundtrack? It's okay if you don't cut the Mullet. I think it's all a part of what makes you a special midget. You'll have to wear priestly rainbow robes, though. And some sort of crown with lights woven into it.
from bevin :
Oh, good, Brian. I have been wanting to talk to you about it. You see, Haywood and I are looking for a midget color witch to perform our commitment ceremony in a couple of years. Do you think you'll be ordained by then?
from bevin :
Sooner, also, have you seen "A Mighty Wind"? If not, I insist that you do right this minute.
from bevin :
I also liked the pictoral evidence of the meeting, Soon soon. At first I thought it was a stock photo, but no, in fact, there was peth and gardenflower. Your hair seems different. Somehow browner than I last saw it.
from peth :
I AM a filthy creature!! indeed! Happy 300th, you little tiny man!
from weeme :
O my god...sooner! It's the 300th! The 300th!!! wow. and the soonverse is ever so much more complicated than I thought. I mean there's the disco raygun and the orbiting satellite prison and the anti-venom!! and oh... I've always thought that Peth was a filthy creature, but i think the pancake bra will sweep the nation. I am too excited to nap now. I'm doing an a picture of the Avon Lady I wish to be, but it keeps coming out less jackie O and more Monica Lewinsky. Even before I read about the theme park kid and his unfortunate experience.
from weeme :
Hmmm...I'm considering taking a nap. Would you like to join me? Bring the kitties and we'll all snuggle down for a little bit and awake refreshed and ready for a nibble and perhaps a game of scrabble. Or pictionary. No, definitely Pictionary. I like the little letter tiles in Scrabble, but Pictionary is ever so much more fun.
from weeme :
Diaryland seems eerily quiet today. Perhaps you're all plotting something evil, like a big ass raygun thing that will broadcast bad disco tunes and ELO across the globe, no stop. Or maybe you're planning something nice... like a tea party in my honour featuring fancy layer cakes and beribbioned mice and vanishing cheshire cats. That would be preferrable to the ELO broadcast.
from weeme :
The wolf has been walked, watered and fed and has now settled down for a nice long chew on her bone. We got rained on a teeny bit, but luckily, I did not dissolve.
from weeme :
o soonie... thank you! I'm off to send the dandelion fluff a wafting... the wolf is ultra impatient today. She's been nudging and bumping and whinging and whining for an hour now, so i best get her out now, especially as it looks like it might rain. And as we all know, I'm made of sugar and just might melt if i get caught in a downpour. kisses.
from z0tl :
latria!
from z0tl :
foockin confuzzle me dazzle, left you notes in my notes, so it goes!
from weeme :
well, gawd I hope so... it's all about the oompah loompahs, soonsoon. That's what it's all about! I'm sure Tim Burton appreciates that... he would seem to have a passion for the irregularly sized amongst us. Hey... you should try auditioning if it atually comes to pass. How cool would it be to be an oompah loompah? the only thing close would be a munchkin. But loompahs are cooler still. Unless you were a munchkin abducted by a flying monkey. Those flying monkeys were the best things EVAH.
from weeme :
o...I ate lunch. The wolf reminded me. Yes...violet, the greedy gum chewin' blueberry girl...love her. And that snotty little cowboy kid... the one who gets turned into tee vee rays... Ricky? Robby? Ronny? The reason i ask is that I've heard that Tim Burton wants to do a remake. I think that would be bloody brilliant! We watched "adaptation" this weekend and I totally think Nicolas cage should play Willy. He really has that wonka air about him.
from weeme :
oooo... Pirates!!! i loves me some pirates? Did they have hoops in their ears and look suspiciously like Johnny Depp? Did you see any parrots flapping about? What about tick-tocking crocodiles and peg legs? hmmmmm. Hey... do you like Willy Wonka?
from weeme :
aw... soonie. there there. Man, I'm having a total nicotine fit. I quit more than a year ago...but every once in a while it creeps up on you...!!! so...Are you really SURE there's nothing exciting going on in yer life? I refuse to believe that.
from weeme :
hmmm... does he need an assistant...YES! Will he be getting one...not bloody likely. There's been big time budget axing going on again. i don't think his department could be stripped any more bare, so he's not worried about his jo or anything. But they're certainly not going to be hiring anytime soon. Of course, you could always sign on for a internship. They pay you absolutely nothing and you get to log tape and stick stickers on things and at the end, they buy you a cake and give you free and tacky company swag. Whee! Doesn't that sound like a hoot?
from weeme :
So what's up with you these days? Share the excitment, baby love, share the excitment.
from weeme :
ooooo... Jack heard that CTV is going to pick it up in August....woo hoo! I think they'll start with season one... which would make sense. Of course. I would not be disappointed AT ALL if season Two came out on DVD this summer. No I wouldn't be disappointed.
from weeme :
was it everything you hoped for and more?!!! Has yer tummy stopped tumbling?
from greatgadfly :
Holy crap, what am I talking about...Eunice is also the exact opposite of NATURE.
from weeme :
O soonie thankyou. You take such good care of me. Warning me about winged turtles and spiders, making noise when it's too bloody quiet, reminding me about lunch..... sigh.
from weeme :
and that woman in the SUV? It was Celine Dion wasn't it? And her horrific spawn was in the back seat and she was singing to him and prostituting his little toddler ass off, right? I knew it. I knew it. Eunice couldn't quite convey that annoying accent, given her limited intelligence and understanding and the fact that her melted hair was pooling in her ears and making it more difficult to hear, but i could tell. I could tell.
from greatgadfly :
Your hotness is the icing on a very rich cake. There is good reason that Eunice is the exact opposite of hot. Nature has at least one or two things on the ball, at least.
from weeme :
what is it little boys are made of? Nails and snails and Eunice's slimy entrails... not that can't be right...something about puppy dog tails... now how does that go? hmmmm...
from weeme :
o soonie... thankyou for the noise. It was all like loud and racuous and stuff, except of course for the parts which were hushed and musical. You make the best noise. The best!
from weeme :
o soonie... thankyou for the noise. It was all like loud and racuous and stuff, except of course for the parts which were hushed and musical. You make the best noise. The best!
from peth :
oh, it's all my fault, the lag in the unfolding! the long stretch of fabric, the long endless bolt of lavender satin, it's all my fault, cause i was too busy planting the forget-me-nots and hosta! forgive me!
from z0tl :
oh, soony, your noise is delightful reverberation to our califragilistic ear:z
from weeme :
miss me...miss me big. a few tears wouldn't go amiss!
from weeme :
off to walk the wooflet. be back soon!
from weeme :
what about your stunningly clever 300th entry plan??? or... tell us a story from when you were in grade school. Something involving frogs and skateboards and the peculiar way your heart thumped when you thought about the two Coreys and Superman's tights.
from weeme :
Peeper.
from weeme :
oh yeah... I can have all the diet soda I want. I just haven't been able to find diet A&W rootbeer at my grocery store.
from weeme :
O soonie... I really and truly hope you don't have the Big D too, but if you do, there are worse things. There are things that are much much worse. And there's so much you can do to control it, which is not something you can say about many other diseases. And truth be told, since I've started the medication and really addressing the problem, I feel better now than I have in years. Fewer headaches, a lot more energy, and just... healthier! Still... I hope for your sake that everything's okay and your tests come back normal.
from z0tl :
thank you. you are my soonshine and all that is all true :)
from z0tl :
latria!
from z0tl :
dear soonester, i understand w'all (in the end) will walk alone in fear & all's lies'n'such, but still, would you consider holding my fragile hand?-) specially coz i tend to worry more about z beginning, rather than z:end:z
from weeme :
O Soonie? You Up? Look lively now! Come on... daylight in the swamp!
from peth :
yes, what should i wear for the special unfolding occasion?
from weeme :
okay... I'm back. and my toes are all hot and sweatlicious. the rest of me is a mite warm too. And i'm waiting for the great unfolding too. I am wondering if it will be accompanied by the sound of trumpets or mayhaps the sound of American Bandstand.
from peth :
i am awaiting it all. the unfolding.
from z0tl :
latria!
from z0tl :
butt, there is one about beer, bEEr, byah now isn't there soonerest?! and it does give credit where credit is doo... :z
from z0tl :
latria!
from z0tl :
without, soony, without this w/ was meant to be :z
from z0tl :
!
from z0tl :
we only concuct them when specificallistically requested. but you are jes as l0ved even w/ a totally focused on you poetrixen :z
from z0tl :
latria!
from z0tl :
is it all lies?!
from weeme :
ok...the wolf is looking unbearable sad so I'm going to go trekking thru the woods, braving the threat of rabid squirrels and West Nile Virus. Really. I am. I'm going. And you can't stop me.
from weeme :
and yes, we have toilets which flush. But they flush backwards, the water swirling the wrong way. And sometimes they make strange sounds which are the sounds of little french canadian men going "Mon Dieu". So generally, I just hold it in as long as is humanly possible.
from weeme :
o...and on the eating of the pork... No. Not anymore. Not since moving here. it's on account of the Maple Leaf Pork Plant which we pass every morning o the way to the train station. At red lights, we're always getting wedged between giant trucks filled with piggies on the way to slaughter. And my god...they certainly pump through the piggies. In fact, Jack and I had a discussion about the whole pork issue this very morning. He's becoming a bit tortured on the subject too, but he dearly loves his bacon. I haven't been eating beef lately either... not because of the mad cow thang, but because of the descriptions of the slaughter process. If i'm to continue life as a carnivore, I am going to have to really work on avoiding descriptions about slaughtering. But why do you ask?
from weeme :
you're a lawyer and stuff... do you think I could be charged with animal abuse because I promised my dog i'd take her for her morning constitutional over an hour ago and still have not moved from my station in front of theis computer? She keeps insisting she's got a cse, but i'm thinking the most I could be charged with is neglect. Are abuse and neglect the same thing? Here we have a difference of opinion yet again. The wolf insists that it is the same thing snd regardless, she is both abused AND neglected. I ,of course, insist she is neither. To which she responded, rather huffily, that I am a very bad mommy and I can no longer warm my frozen toes on her belly, so there. And oh, well...let's just say the conversation went down hill from there.
from weeme :
if that's true, then you are certainly the winner in the "torturous life" sweepstakes.
from weeme :
my tippitoes are frozen and my monitor keeps flickering erratically like it's 'bout to 'esplode into a million tiny, pointy, little shards which will indubitably embed themselves in my face rendering me hideous and unloveable (albeit with shiny ginger hair) and I have to walk the dog, of course, because I'm always having to walk the dog, and the word of the day thingie that I signed up for yesterday didn't deliver this morning and did I mention my toes is froze? So you see, my life is torturous. just torturous. How do I stand being me? I must be a rock. and oh, p.s. all the spelling/grammatical errors and blips were INTENDED this time. Really.
from weeme :
I will. Toodles.
from peth :
zig zag! rig rag! what am i gonna wear to that wedding? signed, baby jesus

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