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from hulabelly :
I only know one wonderfully talented illustrator living in the Ont with a dog who thinks she's a person and a handsome husband and who has a frozen lady on her tv. Just one. Now, get back to work, you! Mush! ;)
from hulabelly :
I fell similarly toward the idea of religion as philosophy. There is a feeling of comfort associated with faith - a sense of purpose, of hope, that makes religion very attractive, especially to those lacking in direction or wallowing in despair. I think this is why convicts and college students both tend to turn toward religion. Oddly, I WANT to believe, to feel that someone, somewhere, has a plan for my life, and will hold my head above water when the floodwaters come (bad analogy, considering New Orleans, but I think you get the picture). I think it's natural, nobody wants to be alone, and most people fear death. But I don't believe it, and that makes me a little... I don't know... disappointed? Does that make sense? I think that's why I like learning about religion and listening to chanted prayers and revival hymns and hearing people of faith talk about their beliefs, even it they're different than mine. I am fascinated by faith. Although, truthfully, I'm probably really just fascinated by the faithFUL. I've always loved people watching.
from badmj :
its really sad that they are leaving all those poor animals behind, it has really upset me too
from hulabelly :
I prefer hove-covered, actually. It makes me sound like a popular English seaside attraction. ;)
from hulabelly :
Oh that my behind were as smooth as you imagine it to be... *sigh* Really, I'm more the squishy pink type. Like a friendly jellyfish!
from hulabelly :
I'm also sorry that I apparently don't know the difference between your and you're.
from hulabelly :
I'm sorry your in a funk, but I'm glad I could help!
from hulabelly :
It's weird that you mention the lottery because even though I buy tickets every now and then, I seriously FEAR winning the lottery. It's like, I would have all this money, but it comes with all this responsiblity, and I won't know what to do. I will want to buy things for my family, but where do I stop? A new car for Brandy? A new house for my cousin Ashley? What about second cousins? What about people that you went to high school with? If I am a millionaire, how could I tell Adam from tenth grade algebra that no, I can't help him put his kid through school? I would feel horrible spending hardly any of it on myself. Remember that $50 I sent to the tsunami victims because it was a gift I didn't expect so I considered it non-essential and donated it? Jeni send me another $50 for my birthday that expressly said "DO NOT GIVE TO RED CROSS" as a joke, but it made me want to give it to SOMEONE. You know? Or have I gone totally insane?
from hulabelly :
I think someday I'll meet a boy that I love AND sleep with AND keep around. The two "friends" I was thinking of while writing that post would make wonderful husbands, if only I was attracted to them in that way, you know? Well, one I kind of was, but it would have been like dating ME, and since I would NEVER date ME, we stayed friends. And you are not old! I had to look up the word hoary, and you are not that either! ;)
from weymouth66 :
Hi Wee! Relax, I'm fine - I no longer live or work in London anyway. Terrible news, and to think this time yesterday we were joyfully celebrating getting the Olympics. What a difference a day makes :( Thanks so much for your concern. Love and hugs, Jess x x
from hulabelly :
Diary entries are suspiciously easy to write when I'm trying NOT to write my dissertation. I'm with you on the drool. One of my cats is particularly drooltastic. Oscar used to wake me up by pressing his nose into my eyeball and purring really loud, so I started blowing raspberries in his face. That stopped him. Now he sits a respectable distance away and pokes me.
from weeme :
it's motes, right? Dust motes?!
from weeme :
nobody uses me notes anymore. they're all like, unused and stuff. And a bit dusty. Look at all those motes carooming about, banging into things. sad. this was once such a happening place.
from clarity25 :
I love your illustrations! Your artwork is so beautiful, I'm an artist as well. I don't think I could ever draw and paint like that. WOW. You have a wonderful journal too.
from katiedoyle :
"And in a perfect world, I would have said it all with no spelling mistakes!" LOL! And thank you. :) kd
from hulabelly :
Oh, the things that could have been! We would have been friends right away, of course. My house is split in half, you know. I could DEFINITELY use someone a scream away to fend off giant slugs. And I bet the handsome man is VERY GOOD at cutting the lawn while we drink mojitos and practice loaf tin self defense and teach the wolf to retrieve but not wound the cats. Move here move here!! Just say no to Dah Nor-dern Prahvinces. Athens Athens Athens!! And I met a certain bald REM-star at a bar once. Made a total fool of myself, but I got a free beer. That could have been YOU getting free beer and freaking out on a rock star.
from fridayfilms :
I've tried for several seconds to come up with some kind of witty introduction, but I really need to get back to work, so I will just say: clicked your banner, loved your diary, added you as a favourite (with a "u", because I am also from Canada). Hello.
from katehackett :
What an ADORABLE diary!!! And you're a fantastic graphic artist. :) Good stuff.
from sooner :
Konichiwa, Wee-san. Your concern over my furniture eating adventure has been in my heart. I am fine, and I am sorry to have worried you. And though I haven't an ottoman in my gullet, I do, none the less have troubling news. I have just read that ABC is getting creative with the scheduling of Alias. Not only will we have no repeats over the summer, but they are delaying the season premier until--wait for it--January. January! Late January! Oh, Wee-san! I can't wait that long! My heart is breaking, Wee-san. It's broken right in two. My midget heart hurts because of how it's in broken bits. Comfort me Wee-san.
from sooner :
Oh, Franklin! I've just leanred the most astonishing and delightful fact! Our beloved Andrew will be appearing on tomorrow's Fresh episode of Angel! That's right! It seems that Angel and Spike travel to Rome in search of Buffy and along the way the have awesome Andrew interaction! Oh, Franklin! I'm so excited! Are you excited? I'm excited.
from sooner :
Oh Freckles! I'm so delighted that you were able to further communicate my message to His Holiness via placcard, even if it was soggy and runny! And the prospect of becoming a *BLUE* angry stinging insect is greater than even I dreamed. Oh, Wee! Thank you for helping me to secure my future! Yay! His Holiness rocks even if he can't stop the rain!
from sooner :
As for molting, I have two kitties that are doing the same thing. How lucky you are to have a handsome man to do the vacuming for you. You must not interrupt any more because vacuming is much more vital than maybe you realize! However, I do recognize the kindness in Jack's offer to douse my flaming body in the hopes of preventing scaring and maybe even saving my life. His Holiness would be proud. His Holiness would say that Jack is Baldwin worthy in the next go 'round. Don't forget to remind him that I was wearing blue to his right and had a green towel. Central Park. Sunday Morning. He'll remember me if you give him enough detail.
from sooner :
permalink give you an address where you can link to a specific comment. So if, for example, you wanted to link to comment number five from today's Benrick entry, you could get an address that would take the reader to number five instantly instead of making them scroll down. Therefore, permalinking is completely involuntary and you will be permalinking every time you leave me a comment, but I'm sure you'll agree, Peaches, that permalinking is a service we all benefit from.
from sooner :
Oh, and as much as I hate him, they absolutely cannot execute Sloane! If they do, who will I boo and hiss at? Who? It's becoming painfully obvious that Loren will be dead by season's end. She's the new evil Francie (and yes I know that Evil Francie was miraculously resurrected to plague the beguiling Will Tippin for an episode or two after they quite convincingly killed her last year). If Sloane is also gone then who? Loren's ma?
from sooner :
Also, His Holiness spoke in English, but his translator was on stage with him and when he had difficulties with complicated idioms the translator would help him out. And the pyrotechnics came entirely from the one and only Richard Gere who totally introduced His Holiness and even put him up while he was here in New York. Well, Richard and the chanting monks who were totally kick ass in their droning. They were pretty spectacular even for someone who was not meditating or Budist or even remotely spiratual like me. Peaches, seeing the Dalai Lama is totally worth it, if only because you will be able to say you've done it.
from sooner :
And, Peaches? I would be honored to be featured on a placard. I've never been the subject of a placard to be completely honest. It's true. I'm sure once he sees it, His Holiness will remember me instantly as I was wearing the BLUE t-shirt when he was here in New York. With the GREEN hand towel. I was that one. And let me be completely honest with you now, Peaches. Sometimes I want to be an angry stinging insect a little more than a BMX superstar because of the assaultive nature of the angry stining insect. If a BMX superstar jabbed his stinger in to some unsuspecting person he would wind up being charged with some sort of sex crim and despite the name that is not sexy at all.
from sooner :
Oh, Peaches. I note that there is no link to the notes from your diary, but don't worry about it. I know how to find them.
from peth :
Oh the pangs are hiding this morning. The pangs are being difficult, as pangs are want to be. Oh pangs. I need to snap a shot of them and stick it somewhere, but i have to wait for a day when they are behaving.
from sooner :
Peaches, Brock is a behind the scenes guy even if he has the perfect anchor desk name. Have you seen this? http://www.fypl.info/blinddate.html
from sooner :
Peaches, do you ever wonder about why goat cheese is so perfect with eggs?
from sooner :
Oh, Peaches. Poetry is mainly for the weeping. Do you think I had anything to do with that nosebleed? Like maybe it was a sympathetic nose bleed from my massive migraine over the weekend? I hope we aren't that connected in that way, Peaches. This is my hope. Oh, Peaches isn't Gabon simply the be all and end all of countries? Did you know that Albert Schweitzer established a leper colony there which is still helping lepers even today? Oh, how my chest swells with thoughts of Gabon!
from sooner :
Peaches, it's ok. I was a little hung over and in no mood for a secret mission anyway. Don't be so hard on yourself, it's only national security and stuff. No big deal, ok?
from sooner :
Oh, Peaches. Just give me a minute, ok?
from sooner :
Peaches, I'm not sure what the point is. I mean, sure it seems like it's, you know, scary in there and it's true that there are no boys in there to smell nice and everything, but I can't question the book if I want a "radical style" transformation. Besides it's only one day. Wish me luck.
from sooner :
Yes, Peaches, yes! Just like Marshall! I just adore geeky boys.
from sooner :
Oh, Peaches. I fear you are right about Will Tippin's lasting effect on the series. The screen still crackles with his energy even though is is busy on his hot construction site in Wisconsin. Why won't they bring him back? Why?
from sooner :
Peaches, I don't think Vaughn is hot and I feel like this makes me a bit of an Alias traitor. Do you have any advice for me?
from sooner :
Peaches, have a wonderful fancy dinner and remember to bring table scraps home for the wolf.
from sooner :
peaches, I don't want to alarm you, but port is among the most heavenly sippers ever. It is very sweet red wine designed to be served with dessert. Have a no carb day so you can indulge yourself one of these times even if you're just sipping after dinner and without the dessert. And it's really really wonderful drizzled over ice cream, even if such makes the French cringe. It tastes yummy that way. As for the farmer, I'll say only YECH!
from sooner :
Peaches, it may surprise you to learn that I have had no formal artistic training.
from sooner :
Oh, Peaches. Let's just forget about it all and indulge ourselves with a bottle of port and various garden tools. Sometimes you have to give in to even our basest of drives.
from sooner :
Peaches. I think the answer is quite obvious. When this is all over, I will become changed in some way. For better? For worse? I cannot say. All I can say is that I will be different. That's what the book guarantees. It promises to that I will change my life, and that's exactly what I aim to do. God I feel like crap.
from sooner :
Dear Peaches. You found me out. My debut novel is totally inspired by our torrid love affair. I'm sure you will recognize bits and pieces, though I've embellished for dramatic effect. For example I've included the part where I saved your life as you dangled helplessly from the topmost point of the ferris wheel at the county fair, but I created a scene in which your tender kiss cured me of my lukemia through the awesome power of our love. Stuff like that. I'll run the whole thing by you BEFORE I publish. I promise.
from katiedoyle :
yes, 'tis me. and than you for the totally awesome plug. :)
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. Of course she's magical. Of course she is. Did you fotolog the fog? Also I think I've finally decided what to throw away. I've decided. What will it be? Tune in tomorrow and find out! Also, I've been browsing ahead in my book and there are some difficult life changing tasks coming up. I'm worried I won't be a success, Wee. I'm worried I'll be a failure and I won't be able to change my life. Encourage me, Wee.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I'm hoping Bendrick will give me a daily habbit. What am I gonna throw away? This is very difficult.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. How I wish, especially after being reminded of the Rack-o-Wee, you would wander past me in the library today. I would climb down off my stool, all elbows and ass, and waddle over to you with my freakishly short midget legs and I would look up at you and I would think, "is she? Is she the one true love of my life?" And then I would try to woo you with hazlenut coffee and such. And I would dream of mornings saddling up the Wolf so I could ride her around the park. We would be such a delight unto your eyes, Wee! A delight!
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. Of course I remember now. I'm so sorry for taking you to task like that. I've got to learn to control my temper. As for the guestbook, paypal and I are feuding so I put a new guestbook up and I tested it and everything. You may now be first.
from sooner :
Dear Wee. Why am I just now learning that you have a fantastic rack? And I'm learning about it from SOMEONE ELSE'S NOTES! I'm feeling a little, but just a little, hurt.
from sooner :
ah, mystery. That should say mystery that is Bill.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! There is in fact a new plan! And a chalenging new wrinkle to the myster of Bill. In other news, since traffic is down, Bill will be able to keep his site up through mid-march.
from peth :
barefoot with shapely calves! and contact lenses!
from peth :
he wants me barefoot and pregnant on neatly clipped lawns!
from peth :
he has not even two nickels with which to rub together. he just wants to father my baby without even two nickels!
from peth :
Oh, wee, he mows lawns.
from peth :
it's like spring.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. You'll be glad to know that there wasn't even a little spelling required on the MENSA exam I took. Not even one word. There were a couple of questions that had to do with definitions and there was a whole comprehension thing, but no spelling and no grammar. I swear it. This means, of course, you're in! Oh, and hey. If you still have it, would you mind emailing me a copy of the Sooner bannner that once adorned the top of my diary? It was lost when paying for diaryland became a luxury an unemployed person just couldn't afford. But now I have a job, you see. A real life job. If you don't have it any longer that's fine too. Contact me for the new email address.
from sooner :
Here is a personal favorite. "Being almost identical in emotional make-up and personality, we would mesh well. There would be no effort by anyone to lead for leadership's sake. Mutual respect would be automatic. Cooperation would be characteristic. No one would be owned. We would understand one another." I think that's beautiful.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I have no doubt that you would be gratefully embraced by the MENSANS as a superiorly stylistic individual and they would encourage you to not only take the test and make it your bitch, but also to completely redesign it when you got totally involved in the organization. And what is your take on home schooling? Bill thinks in some situations it's workable. I think it's damaging to the yung'uns as it prevents socialization. But I guess the polygamy thing may take care of many of those concerns.
from sooner :
oh and forgive the awkward construction below. I forgot to delete a few words and blah blah blah... you get the gist.
from sooner :
Regarding MENSA MATING. A MENSA MATE is a situation speicfic term meaning two existing members of MENSA who meet through the organization and hook up. So we will never be MENSA MATES because I am gay and you are not and that is a significant barrier. However, we could work some legal mumbo jumbo and become which would enable me to make you a MENSAN by MARRIAGE which would afford you all the rights and privleges of a MENSAN, but without the necessity of you testing or otherwise proving your superior intelect. Of course, this is all supposing I am acceptable to the MENSANS and get the chance to join their superiority party. And there is great pressure placed on MENSANS by MARRIAGE to test and become members of their own right. And I swear I'm not making any of this up, it's all true. I learned way too much at that test.
from sooner :
Actually, Wee, on closer inspection you will note that his master plan involves keeping dogs. I quote from "Idealy Speaking" subsection "Around the House and Farm." Bill states, "The first thing in the morning, the children and I would milk, take care of the animals - one or two milk cows, a few beef cattle, chickens, perhaps pigs, and maybe a few sheep - and collect eggs. (I realize that animals are a great inconvenience, but they are probably necessary for sufficient caloric intake. Of course, the children would probably want some pets also - a dog or two, some cats, two or three horses maybe.)" So as you can see, in an ideal situation, dogs play a role.
from sooner :
regarding Bill's cavities I'll say only this. Oral hygene is crucially important.
from sooner :
When I pour out the pumpkin spice nonfat cappuccino I have made to respect you I pour it into the kitties' water bowl. This is because the precious substance is to marvelous to just waste and because I like to see the kitties all hopped up on caffeine.
from sooner :
Dearest Wee. I will attempt to respond to all of these points one at a time.
from peth :
oh wee. can you even believe it? I'm finding it hard to believe. will you pinch me hard, right there? thanks.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I never really left. Not in my heart anyway.
from sooner :
I was just wondering about your hair. Is it cute today?
from peth :
we could take turns. i could come up thar and live in your proximity for a few months, then we can both come down to NJ and breath deep the landfill perfumes.
from peth :
Oh Wee, you are the sweetest! Why don't you come on down here and set up your drawing board in my spare room? You can make pictures of the cats wrassling.
from sooner :
Oh wee! There I was watching Angel last night and wouldn't you know it I caught a glimpse of the wonderful and much missed Andrew in the collection of snippets from next week's episode. There is to be fresh Andrew next Wednesday!
from peth :
my hands, they are a-cramping from all this knitting. and i am craving jello.
from peth :
There were doughnut sprinklings all over the front of my black beatnik turtleneck this morning.
from lydibug :
Just in case I never sent it to you: Zelda = Username and Password is Zonk. :o)
from peth :
my pretzels are twisted, my coffee is cold!
from peth :
Michigan is indeed, deeply exotic. And yes, my notes are only for you, if I can hep' it.
from peth :
Oh wee, la la, Happy New Yar!
from nyquilgirl :
WEE! Oh, I love the green monkey. Your illustrations make me happy. Wishing you and yours the best. I loved the e-card you sent. ♥!
from peth :
Oh wee, Happy Birthday! I dream of my teef falling out too, I don't know what it means, but I'm nearing 40, if it's any consolation.
from sooner :
Oh my darling Wee. It seems that our darling Will has gone and whacked all his lovely hair. But the Will Tippen chestal shot made up for all that. Oh, how I miss Will Tippen.
from peth :
Oh Wee, I don't know how to say this, but....someday soon, I too, will be a KNITTER. But not yet. Not yet. I'm still just a gun-gluer. And buppy treats are treats for blackish puppies.
from peth :
Can I get in on this crafts day? I'll go pick up Lifey and we'll truck up to yer place. I'll bring buppy treats and cider, and of course, my trusty glue gun.
from life-like :
i really like your gestappo-army of snow soldiers. you totally have permission to slap me. i really wanted to take a picture of mine but then i remembered that i is po' so imagine this if you will: the head of the snowman is glued with frosting but it's on its side so the snowman has some dimension. and gumdrop hats and toothpick arms. and colored frosting! oh joy! let's make our snowmen battle to the death.
from life-like :
i totally get the bone obsession because it's like the black and white picture of the civil war guy i found in the antique store. it sits on a tiny shelf but it draws my attention like 23 hours a day. life's little mysteries make everything worthwhile. and is it possible that i caught your sickness by oversympathizing?
from life-like :
i was going to add these tiny gingerbread men and glue them into a pile to represent the casualties of concentration camps, and tried to bake miniature showers and bars of soaps... but they burned. and for some reason i don't think the museum of tolerance would accept my gingerbread concentration camp as a donation. i want to hear more about the bone though.
from nyquilgirl :
the penguin is adorable and it makes me smile.
from jetbot :
ooooo... i love the penguin.
from peth :
aw man, i typed "it's" when i shoulda typed "its". Strong Bad will hate me now.
from peth :
oh wee, you lovely bone. I did like the book, though it felt a bit sentimental at times... and thank you for such kindly words in my notes...pick my brain, wander through it's wriggley fields!
from nyquilgirl :
I like the new layout, but it doesn't feel Wee enough.. know what I mean? Ahhh.. I will miss updating. Maybe I will start fresh sometime soon...
from peth :
oh wee, you want some of my apple?
from sooner :
Weeest. I will give you an Andrew Alert in plenty of time for you to rearrange your Wednesday viewing habits. But don't fret the loss of Rupert. In the spring they're having Survivor All-Star bringing back a bunch of our favorites from previous editions. The only returning member of Survivor Pearl Islands is Rupert. He gets another shot at the Booty. Pirate's Booty that is. And there will be the marvelous final ep where Rupert gets to ask some venemous questions and place what I hope is the tie breaking vote. Oh, Wee. I think I like television too much.
from sooner :
Dearest Wee. I have just learned that--brace yourself--the charming and wonderful ANDREW will make an appearance on an upcoming episode of Angel. ANDREW!!! Now, I know you don't watch regularly, but would you like a little reminder when the Andrew ep comes up?
from peth :
wee, I have a tickle in my left nostril.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I want you to feel better now. I do, I do! I want that. And I've not abandoned Diaryland, but job hunting and temping and the like do not permit me as much time as I'd like to, you konw, write. I try to update when particularly charming things happen, but I'm a damn temp so.... Well you see my point. And besides I'm writing that play so it takes up my few free time energies. Also, I read that the glorious Will Tippen is returning soon and rumor has it he will stab a major character and sleep with another major character. Care to make guesses? I'm hoping he stabs blondie-wifey-chick and sleeps with Sark. My fingers are totally crossed on this one.
from life-like :
sending lots of chicken soup, hot teas, throat lozenges and pretty nightgowns. and my mom's advice: "getting sick is just your body's way of telling you that you need to slow down." so suck it up, take naps, have attacks of the vapors and teach your dog to be your own personal slave. oh and get well soon.
from sooner :
Rupert is still in, but I can't believe that I have to look at that Boy Scout uniform again. It's totally unbelievable. OH EE OH EE OH! In other news, I finally bought a whisk.
from nyquilgirl :
Wee! Thank you for the comments and links and I love hearing from you!! I will email you about my book ideas, they're very young right now, and about all sorts of other random stuff I might just do!
from sooner :
If any boy ever drummed me a proposal there is no question that my answer would be yes. It would simply have to be yes.
from lydibug :
Hey Wee. Those pictures of The Wolf you posted are quite silly and wonderful, but what captured my attention most was the beauty of the background. I wish I was there. Experiencing seasons. That leafy carpet just looked so wonderfully Autumn. *sigh* Iwant orange and yellow leaves, toooooo.
from nyquilgirl :
beautiful black and white shots of finn.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! What will happen if the Boy Scout Chick gets back into the game? OH MY GOD!
from sooner :
As I understand it, there is one sleep until Halloween and three sleeps until Alias. But how many sleeps until Christmas?
from life-like :
that really is weird! i didn't know there were so many library science friends [hellllo shouldn't someone start a diaryring?] the santa barbara zoo has a giraffe that was born with a vertebrae that stuck out in its neck so when you see it, it looks like a giraffe with a broken neck. the only real enjoyable thing about the giraffes was watching their tongues touch the electric wire that shocked them, kindly. but the real question is... jellyfish or bald eagles?
from lydibug :
Aaaaw. Thanks! I feel so special!
from lydibug :
eeeew. Mushrooms! :o) You're a goofy one Wee.
from lydibug :
made an attempt to sign your guestbook, but as usual, it didn't show. It may later, but in the mean time I wanted you to know how much I love your Halloween pictures. Do you really have long ghetto-fabulous red nails like that? ;o) You are so talented Miss Wee. Love ya!
from poolagirl :
Aha! A group of butterflies is called a "rabble." Isn't that wonderful?
from sooner :
I believe there should be an Alias spin off. It goes something like this. Marshall's evil twin, Texas Cowboy Marshall, goes on a Robin Hood inspired global crime spree, so as you can see it's not bad crime. It's good crime. He targets only rich and evil people and during the intricately plotted, tech heavy crime he commits during the pilot, who should he run into but everybody's favorite relentless investigative reporter Will Tippin who has grown bored and complacent in his new identity as a telemarketer out of Seatle and is investigating a white slavery ring run by the local underworld boss. Will Tippin mistakes Evil Cowboy Marshall for the real Marshall and begins looking for Sydney who must be backing Marshall up, but after a series of sexy slaps Will Tippin finally learns that there are two Marshalls and that he is standing with Evil Cowboy Marshall. The two are at odds at first, but soon learn to trust one another as they comically and clumbsily save each other's lives while jumping through a series of over the top and improbable security measures to bring an evil doer down. At the end, they leap into Will Tippin's non-descript, witness protection mobile, something like a Taurus say, and drive off into the distance pledging to help each other bring down corruption where ever it may be. Vigilante style. With Evil Cowboy Marshall's tech genius and Will Tippin's investigative know-how it's bound to be an instant hit. As we fade to black Evil Cowboy Marshall can be heard to say, "you know, Sexy Will Tippin, if this is going to be our crime-fighting-mobile I guess I ought to install a few, um, improvements." The imaginations of the audience go instantly tingly. What do you think? Also, I CAN'T WAIT FOR EVIL FRANCIE'S RETURN FROM THE DEAD!
from poolagirl :
How fun! I checked out the names of various animal grouping site, and I howled! I didn't find butterflies, but I found my favorite group name - mumuration (larks). Great word. You are really funny! I just added you to my FAVES.
from superlindsey :
Oh, and the little Jesus story is GRAND.
from superlindsey :
Haha. Last year in my 9th grade bio class we had to make an edible cell. My group and I made ours out of half a melon and other random foods, the majority of which are not good for you. Hah. Don't know why in the world I decided to share this...*shrug* Great diary.
from sooner :
Oh, also, and I can't believe I almost forgot this, I got the kitties a new toy. Let me describe it from the inside out. In the center is a jingle bell. Surrounding the jingle bell is a little yellos plastic cage about the size and dimension of a golf ball. Around that is a blue ball about six inches in diameter. It has holes in it so the kitties can reach in and try to get the yellow cage ball with the jingle bell inside, but the holes are small enough to prevent the yellow cage ball with the jingle bell inside from escaping. I took it out of the box and rolled it across the floor and they were instantly all over it. Sniffing it, probing it with their paws, whacking it and surprising themselves when it moved and made noise. Three hours of nonstop jinglebell and one migraine later I took the new toy to the dumpster outside where it now lives. I must remember when choosing kitty toys that the noisy ones are bad.
from sooner :
I'm just checking in to find out about your hair. Cute? Not cute? Extra cute? Let me know.
from lydibug :
Ugh. Don't talk about George Bush. It gives me the heebie jeebies to think that he's our president. BARF.
from sooner :
Dearest Wee. I refuse to believe that about your hair. I refuse. P.S. It is lucky that the deep end was closer to the building for balcony diving purposes.
from sooner :
Julia?!
from sooner :
submarine!
from sooner :
You are the most thankful girl in the world. Also, monitor crackles suck.
from sunnflower :
Hi from Suburban Island. I tried to leave you a guestbook note but the guestbook ate it! I just wanted to tell you that I happened upon your diary and think it's really great. I have a spider story too and you can read it here - http://sunnflower.diaryland.com/spider.html
from life-like :
they gotted smaller ;)
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. Happy Thanksgiving, doll! Aside from the return of Alias and store bought apple crumble, what are you thankful for? Missing Will Tippin, Brian
from life-like :
it wasn't a herpe. it was just some random bump thing that appears at strange intervals. i just paused to yell at my dog. what were talking about? i don't have the vd, wanna make out? peth can watch.
from life-like :
i would TOTALLY be your character witness in traffic court, despite spider shenanigans! and i do love you, surprisingly, more than i love charles in charge and the one episode of married with children where they take their vacation in the grocery store.
from peth :
green mittens! I put up some round orange lights around some windows and I put on the orange flannel sheets.
from lydibug :
Your Halloween layout is the cutest thing!! You are so cute!
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. You are, as ever, ahead of the curve.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I've recently acquired the Alias season 1 DVD set and have been savoring every delicious episode, many of which I missed the first time around. In the commentary for the pilot episode, J.J. Abrahms says that there are things the characters talk about which the audience will not immediately understand. Perhaps this covenent business is just one of those. P.S. I think Sloane is still evil. I truly do. P.P.S. Sark is looking pretty hot with his new hair cut. Of course, there was no Will Tippin in this episode, so perhaps he always looked hot but I never noticed because of the direct comparason I could make to the lovely and fetching Will Tippin. Perhaps that is so.
from sooner :
I am very fond of the Wolf's Spooky Collar. However, I am sad that Weiss is the new Will. Sad.
from sooner :
Wait, what? No Will? What? Weiss, but not Will Tippin? What? What are they thinking? What? Those eff-ers! Mother eff-ers!
from sooner :
I have but 7 words. "I've lost my keys; where are they?"
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I'm grieving the loss of Skinny Ryan, but I'm anxiously awaiting some kind of explanation for that Alias finale. Anxiously. Truly.
from life-like :
his name is lord chipperbottom stubbington and has an affinity for pissing in rabbit holes and eating wrappers. not, rappers.
from life-like :
i get the wheat grass incongruency, i almost liked it because being a wheat grass shooter is probably something i should aspire to be, instead of a greasy batter dipped deep fat fried corndog. oh man, but maybe i could be a deep fat fried twinkie. no, bad. the sticks fit with the moment. i'm laughing now because we made a mess of this love affair didn't we. hi, i'm life-like, and i want to make mad humps on you.
from life-like :
it was the teaballs that did me in. i spent a year trying to find the perfect tea ball, and that was after the year i spent trying to find the plastic orange peeler. and why am i wheat grass shooter? at least let me share funnel cake with pethy... oh man, or make me a county fair corndog. or an otter pop! and there, i ran of steam. i have a tea spoon that has a ceramic tea pot on the end of it. can i at least be orange spiced tea? and now for the................... anti climactic ending!
from life-like :
i do have a weakness for whisks...
from peth :
i am so not feeling it, wee.
from sooner :
Re: Survivor--If I have to look at that boy scout uniform all the way to the end I'll have to take a hit out on Probst. I'll have no other choice. Re: Alias--Tommy bought me the whole first season on DVD for my birthday. He's the greatest.
from sooner :
I'm tired and sort of unemployed but only sort of and I just hate that my gig with the judge was only for one year.
from pro-keds :
hey thanks weeme. vive la difference!
from shetries :
i *love* the way you write. your diary is very engrossing. you're deffinitly going on my favorites list =)
from peth :
oh wee! stripey boys and cocktail dresses! I really want to find a cocktail dress which matches my green feather boa!
from twomoms :
hey, thanks for the laugh; I read your survey answers to FORDOGS. Excited to see that you also love Salinger! 'Zooey And Franny'changed my life, oh, so many years ago. Good choice, along with Updike and Tyler. Monro sounds familiar, but maybe I'm just trying to suck up, right? Were those stories about a San Francisco community or is that somebody else? Anyhow, just saying "hi-ya!"
from elvisload :
well crap...I guess I'll never find the source then...bummer...and I thot this was something I could make sound like something I could do to justify doing it all day...bummer...woops...just got ur other note...ya I do love the cramps and X and now YOU...hey...u want my cramps t-shirt?...I could send it to you...it's WAYYYYYYY to small for me now...sigh...umm...it's circa 1985...Florentine Gardens Hollywood ....YA!
from peth :
coveting is good. i've decided it can be good in as much as it makes you STRIVE.
from peth :
I am spreading nasty cream cheese all over a bagel and thinking of you.
from peth :
i am spreading nasty rumours about you on various and sundry other guestbooks! oh wee, i need to get back on the notes track!
from salmondriver :
i read on naomiwest's g-book that you are going blonde too! it's a club now! whee! and wee!
from peth :
why does Martha and her magazines have to be so charming?
from barenaked500 :
thank you for the banner comment. :) your diary is very purty!
from peth :
oh wee, it is entirely possible that sooner snuck into my shack when i was out getting a Lithuanian pedicure, and he slipped into one of my heating ducts, and he got lost. That would explain the clanking and clunking i sometimes hear, and the faint muffled cries of, "hey, bitch, get me out of here before winter comes or your gonna be smelling sooner sauce in every room!"
from peth :
add bright orange to naomi's ensemble too. just for good measure.
from naomiwest :
weeme,you must be psychic. i am in fact very similar to the cowgirl/stuntwoman--but--imagine me in all hot pink.
from peth :
oh wee! know this: that I love you too, and I will always fold your maps for you. Would you like some of my tinned grapefruit?
from six30 :
Oh, Wee, what a nightmare it must have been for your husband! And yes, Mayor Mel truly is an embarrassment. I couldn't bear to watch any of his speeches for very long at all. And the nerve of your neighbours! Grr...makes me mad. We should call in & report them and my place of work -- it's freezing here! Glad you & your family were okay. XO Josie
from peth :
oh, wee, you crack me up deeply....i'm sorry to hear about the dangers of candles.
from supershan :
I'm glad you liked the comment I made about your diary. It was completely true, your diary is great!
from peth :
plum + apricot = pluot. delicious.
from peth :
oh, Wee. i'm a redhead now. I don't feel right.
from warmbit :
You are so funny.. It is I! In triple glory. Sorry for the confusion. I tend to take on many projects at once! :)
from sooner :
Dearest Wee. As you may have surmised, I'm fairweather MOBber. That's right. I'm dumb, ugly, mean, and fairweather. I had planned on MOBbing the t-rex, but instead found myself scared off by the dark clouds and distant thunder. I'll MOB next time, though. Rest assured. I will MOB again.
from sooner :
"... long time passing."
from lydibug :
OH! And I forgot to mention (although I think once, a long long time ago it had been menioned) that our mom's have the same birthday! YAY! Cute cute.
from meism :
ahhh! love this look and so glad to see the wolf back in the picture. traded in my car today and found an old tennis ball under the seat, but it had been there too long to still be squishy. :)
from sooner :
OH, Wee! I love the new you! I do.
from poppyfish :
Thanks so much. :) And to repay the compliments, I gotta say, I love your layout more every time I look at it. And look at those tigers! Man, you are bizarrely talented.
from habbit :
hi weeme. yes i have some work up. www.bossanova.com/lasell is mainly designwork www.abattoir.com/~flint/index.htm is mainly fineart pieces and projects. dont really know how or where to push things next. i dont think your tigers are too disney, though anytime you anthropomorphize some animals that comparison is bound to happen. You have a great illustration style though.
from peth :
oh wee, your fingers! I hope you are feeling better and better. You need those fingers for drawling and also for tying my shoe-laces when i forget how.
from warmbit :
Hmm.. the guestbook would not let me sign. They have been so temperamental lately. I just wanted to say I hope you are feeling better and I wish you would update the fotolog!! Your photos are so wonderful..
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. Why don't I have a job? It used to be that everyone had jobs so if you were looking for one it was easier. Now the pretty and smart people are looking for jobs alongside the rest of us and I fear that my dream job is being given to a pretty person. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COMPETE WITH THE PRETTY PEOPLE? And let's not even get started with the smart people. I hate those fuckers. Oh, Wee. I gotta work or the kitties will go hungry. If the kitties go hungry, I'd be ugly and dumb AND MEAN! Oh, WEE!
from andthoughts :
wee, i'm all locked up now. drop a line if you want the password, sugar.
from sooner :
One must always watch for sea amenities when cleaning barnacles from the hull.
from sooner :
Oh, Weelet. I have been marrigold stomping, it's true. But there was not malicious intent, ok? It was purely innocent. Innocent stomping. Ahoy!
from peth :
we saw hosses yesterday.
from peth :
wee! eloise is indeed the loosest of cannons. my knuckle itches. and i am wearing a potholder loop for a bracelet, forgive me.
from peth :
oh, wee, i think sooner is mobbing in my back yard. he is crushing my marigolds.
from peth :
oh wee, yes, you just set the lace stems into dyed water and wait. I am feeling a necessity to do this. lace!
from six30 :
Oh wow Wee me! You've completely sold me on Lilyfield cakes! Sooo lovely...
from peth :
oh, wee. the house needs an attic fan!
from sooner :
First, if you've never plucked an owl from your washing machine, then you're doing something wrong. They print instruction manuals for a reason, Wee. Try reading one, ok? Second, I love having company! I love it! I'm glad you had a wonderful time despite the consumption of air. I want to have a wonderful baby boy! That would be hella cool. And, Wee, I've been a-mobbing. It's all too true. MOBBING!
from sooner :
If you asked me, I'd leave you a story in this space. A nice story about forrest creatures, or a mean story about Attorney General Ashcroft who is also known as Satan, or a sad story about a lonely little girl with only one shoe, or anything you want.
from sooner :
You know, my guestbook is html enabled, so if the only way you can communicate is through pictures, you can leave them there. Also I put another pic in my fotolog because z was hasslin me about not updating it enough. Also, I had a good weekend. How about you?
from meism :
Bones is on my summer reading list....and better scary white than freakish orange.
from toper :
Weeme, I have chico. Email me christopher@muellers.org.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. How are your pearlies?
from sooner :
OH, Wee! Bite the dentist just once for me. Make it look like an accident.
from sooner :
wait. Kitties can get West Nile? Kitties!? This is horrible! I'll have to soap all the ditches and water holes in my area. NO DISAESA CARRYING MOSQUITOES! It's my mantra. Hey, tigers are kitties. Will yours have West Nile?
from sooner :
I think there will be no trouble with your evolution to Selma status, assuming of course, you pitck up the ciggy smoking right away. ANd I'm not sure how you knew this, but Ilene calls me her little cabbage, so I'm a little freaked out right now. Only Ilene calls me a little cabbage in French. Freaky. Freaky freaky.
from sooner :
Oh, Busy Wee. There is new Sooner, for your eye feastage. And also, there are no carbs for dinner. I'm back on the waggon.
from peth :
um, i have that effect on folks. i make them feel all nekkid when they are not. I cause drafts.
from sooner :
Dearest Wee. I had carbs this weekend. Lots of them. I'm a bad boy.
from sooner :
If you get everything done that you need to get done, then I will authorize, THIS TIME ONLY, a SMALL scoop of icecream. A medium scoop if you go with sugar free.
from sooner :
Luke. Owen is also a delight, but I like boys with darker hair and features. Cherries because they are red and seasonal and a summertime indulgence. It is my understanding that no dogs have contracted West Nile. YET. You should do all possible, especially if it involves pleasantly scented teatree oil, to protect the wolf from infection. By all means. As for sparkly tangerines, can there be a more perfect combination? Can there?
from sooner :
Oh, my Tipsy Wee. I hope you were drinking responsibly and I hope you were drinking non-sugary drinks as is best. I am of the opinion that all body lotion should have sparklies. It's just the way I'm built, ok? Vyv's dog simply must get better or I will personally kick some serious ass. And that's no idle threat with me, ok? That's for goddamn sure. As for Finnegan's breakfasts--M&Ms? I mean, come on, Finn! M&Ms?
from peth :
i want sooner to send me synopses too. how does one arange this, does it involve baking?
from sooner :
Peth is being blamed for the death of Buddy Hackett; kitchenlogic made a feast of crab legs and strawberry twizzler peel and pulls; lazyocean bought a plant that produces purple chilli peppers; Bevin is back from Toronto with many a fun drag king story to tell; clark-kent thinks girl's fashion rules are silly; lovepuddles will be facing another crisis later today; saint-louise has discovered that the moods of others are inversely proportional to her mood only she used the phrase "on the rag" to describe it; might wants us all to suck it; finnegan is worried he may not be eating nutritious breakfasts; nudeplatypus can't escape the friggin' hummers; limn is very excited about the arrival of the boy and has promised herself to be herself around him; cindie-loo is planning an evening of b-movies; vyv-xx's dog continues to ail; buhelabondo is really really busy; addieplum is avoiding sprinklers; six30 has gay-hatin' co-workers; poppyfish has a new mantra; smartypants wants to learn hair words in an effort to be more feminie; jetbot is inventing olympic events; and asteroidbelt avoided all things Canada Day.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. You flatter me. It can't possibly be better than the news reports about Bushy nearly choking to death on a pretzel. It can't possibly be better than that.
from sooner :
Oh, wait! Did I screw that up? Is it tomorrow? When is Canada Day? Is it today? Is it tomorrow? Is it the fourth? What?
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! I rushed right over, first thing after my coffee at work, to wish you Happy Canada Day! Perhaps next year, I'll be able to wish you Happy Canada Day in person when I bring your breakfast in bed (no maple syrup even if it is Canada Day because blindness sucks). And then after you and Jack have eaten I'll make up the bed with the help of my little stool and slip the wolf an extra biscuit because it's her holiday too and I promise never ever to set off a bottle rocket in the house. Oh, Wee! Canada Day Rocks my Socks!
from sooner :
wait. there is something new. wait.
from sooner :
I thought you would like to know that there is new Sooner, in case you're too busy to look at your buddy list. Also there is a lot of new z0tl. And I believe Cindie-loo has something about cockfighting.
from sooner :
Wee? Is there crushing opressive heat where you are?
from zoopoo :
hello
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. It's not as dire as I make it sound. I can do everything with friendster except exchange messages on their system. I can still approve my new friendster friends. I just can't respond to anything they say. Don't you worry, ok? Don't you worry about that. No no no! Next, I think music is an excellent idea. Some kind of carnival sounding happy happy. And friendly flash animations at every link. That would be totally cool. Third, I pay little attention to spelling. It's of no concern to me. Don't you worry your spritely red bob about it. Fourth, I'm delighted to hear Finn has recovered so winningly. I too am panting more than a little as today is the area's first day over 90. That's 90 ferenheit, not celcius. Is Canada metric? I hope so. That would be one more reason for me to move. Aside from the houseboy duties I'm looking so forward to. Finally, did you get my message about Will Tippin? And the casting of a new love interest for Sydney? What the Hell is happening over there? What is going on? Is it the end times? Is it SARS of the brain? Is it the SARS? That's the most likely scenario I can come up with. What is happening, Wee? What is it?
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. Are you busily brokering book deals? Has the wolf demanded an extended walk to make up for the walks she missed on the sprained ankle? Have the turtles come in your sleep and eaten you up? I'm missing you.
from sooner :
oh my god! This is devestating! As of this morning, the message section of friendster has been filtered by the work nazis! I can't get your messages, your friendster messages until 6 ish unless you resend using diaryland or email! I'm devestated!
from andthoughts :
jellytots? is that related to tater tots?
from sooner :
OH Wee! That was an ickle.org link! And it paid off, at least a little. Soon it will pay off such that you can afford to move me into your house for bouseboy purposes and we can build an entire kitty wing for to keep the kitties happy while I prepare your meals and keep them money spider free, for while they are good for exterior itching purposes, they have very little nutritional value. Oh, Wee! Send the money spider to Jersey!
from peth :
oh wee, you do not want the baked spud-skin. you must stay pale and blueish like me. it is all the rage. it is, dare i say it, COOL. cooler than a vespa, cooler than a sweet cucumber.
from sooner :
I can't decide if Doug is gay because he is gay or because I'm attracted to him. It's a difficult problem.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! That was the perfect response! I'm off to the bank now to open a savings account where I can squirrel away quarters I find in the sofa and all my nickle slot machine winnings from Atlantic City. And when I have enough, I'm gonna buy you and me and the wolf and Jack that lighthouse and we'll trade spaces with a neighboring sea shanty and have Vern fix you up a perfect studio and we'll help Hildi install toilet seat portholes in her wacky design and the owners of the shanty will never speak to us again on account of the fact that they hate what we did to their place, but you will be able to paint, and I will be able to both keep and bake and we will run with the Wolf on the rocky coast and live happily ever after.
from sooner :
I would not be at all surprised to hear that Louise is a desk doodler. Sh'es just sassy enough to pull that off!
from sooner :
Tell me, Wee. If I were to procure a light house studio for you, would you serve as keeper as well as artist in residence, or would you permit the ships to be dashed against the rocks on stormy nights? Think carefully, as my decision will be heavily influenced by your response.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! If you had a digital camera, you could take a photo of your roman god and I could share in your lusty thoughts! OH WHAT A DELIGHT!
from sooner :
oh! Yes, the pasta was a hit. I credited you and everything. "This is WeeMe pasta in a chicken mushrooms and feta" I said. A delight!
from sooner :
usually when I make that particular bundt it's for parties and when it comes time for dessert I bring it out and set it in the center of the table, and instruct my guests to use their hands to rip pieces off the outside and dip them in the chocolate like fondue. The first one to let the chocolate sauce leak out has to help me with the dishes. Of course, I never make them help me. It's only a game. As for my sugar, I have a tendency to run a little high, but with no insulin deficiency. I'm to watch my diet and if I don't it could lead to Type II or worse. So, I just have to be careful with sugar and carbs. Of course, that's difficult seeing as I'm a carb addict and all. I especially love starchy things like pasta and bread, which I can still have, but not as indulgently as I have in the past. I just have to be careful.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. Next time just ask. I will make you a splenda cake, which as I understand it is acceptable for us both to eat. Here's a fun time. Make an orange walnut pound bundt, fill the center with a delicious, rich, fudgey chocolate sauce, and look at it only. No tasting! I was just kidding about that being a fun time.
from sooner :
So, this morning, really early this morning, I was sleeping soundly and then I was suddenly awakened to an enormous loud bang. So, what's the first thing I thought? Turtles, naturally. The horrible, winged turtles of doome have found me! That's what I thought. So I stood up and I slipped on my slippers and I went a tip toeing around the bed in an effort to sneak up on the turtles and effectuate my escape if need be. And when I came around the corner I did not see great horrible winged turtles hissing and spitting at me. Instead, I saw the kitties pretending like they hadn't just pushed my cake plate off the bar, shattering it and destroying the bundt I was to bring to a retirement party in the chambers this morning. They quietly groomed themselves without a hint of nervousness. Let me just say this about that. Do you have anyidea how difficult it is to get chocolate sauce completely cleaned up on a warm day? Mark my words, Wee. There will be no kitty treats for a week.
from redblur :
Thanks for leaving me that note about how sending sooner the pens was a nice thing to do. Diaryland was NOT nice, and didn't send me an email that you left me the note, so I didn't know! But now I do! So yay!
from z0tl :
submarine!
from sooner :
I prefer knitting needles. They'll do more damage than they look like they could. That's a badly worded sentence, but you get the drift.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I knew something was up when all hell broke loose in the judge's chambers this morning. It's Friday the 13th! let's get to slaying!
from sooner :
I am really making your pasta for Tommy. And hooray for freelancing!
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! I'm afraid there will have to be puddles today. The princess just told me that last night she was attacked by a pack of rabid foxes. I swear to god. Why would I make any of that stuff up when the material she provides me with is so much better than my imagination? Wild foxes.
from sooner :
Oh Wee! You are such a delightful gourmond! It's the feta that makes your pasta such a wonderful surprise. I'm going to make that for Tommy on Friday. I've got to pick up a few of the ingredients at the store, so remind me to go, ok? I need sundried tomatoes because I'm always running out. And I'd like to get some portabellas because they are my favorite mushroom for pasta dishes. I think I have everything else. Oh, how I love to cook!
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I will tell them, but they will not listen to me. They have been trying to get me to buy breast enlarging pills for years it seems. I tell them, I say, "I like my breasts the way god made them!" but they never hear my voice. Or maybe they don't believe me. Regardless, I read in todays New York Times that, in Africa anyway, African Monkeypox is commonly spread to monkeys by SQUIRRELS! I almost fell off my stool. Yet another reason to erradicate the vermin. And keep the Wolf away from the deadly squirrels, ok? I worry for her even when she's feeling 100%.
from sooner :
I will bring the catnip bubbles, but the wolf will likely be indignant to them unless they splatter on her cool nose or whatnot. Perhaps we can find some stray kitties who will delight in the catnippy ways of the bubbles. Perhaps not. Who can really say? In the end, I've got to get you some bacon bubbles and that's all there is to it.
from sooner :
I had not heard of the bacon flavored bubbles, but my kitties just love catnip flavored bubbles. They are crazed for the bubbles, you know! CRAZED! I will come out and play, but the chalk will have to be for you because my art is totally lacking compared. We can invent interesting hopscotch paths, though, and eat paste and stuff. And take breaks to adjust the wolf's peas and scratch her ears.
from peth :
oh wee, louise seems to smell like you, and that is fine!
from sooner :
Wee, you've got to read that to her, as dogs can't read for themselves.
from sooner :
Oh Wolf! How very horrible! I wish you a speedy recovery for your most recent sprain. And I also wish you bravery in the face of thunder.
from sooner :
Have the crackropractor give the wolf's spine a yank for me, ok? ok.
from sooner :
Oh, my charming Wee. You pay me too many compliments! Yes yes yes! You can be my judge when you grow older. You've already the stature. You must develop a love of gardening and prize inteligence above all other atributes. And when you've found a lunch that works for you, simply order the exact same lunch every single day for years. That's all there is to it! Oh, and install the castle turret with spiral staircase! Then you'll be Selma! Wee-Selma!
from sooner :
Yes, my sweet potato?
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. Monday is indeed here. Let's try and forget about it. Except that Amazon claims to be shipping my Buffy season 4 dvds today. So, that's totally good.
from warmbit :
[love]
from sooner :
WEE! I have the pink stink! And I'm a madperson running around my home misting the vents and fabrics so they smell of pink. Or of stink. Which ever. OH, and I love your pillbox hat!
from vyv-xx :
thanks for the concern about my doggie. the vet said that it was most likely an allergic reaction to something like a bug bite, gave her two injections of stuff, and told me to give the puppy some benadryls tonight. I will be muchly relieved if the swelling is gone by tomorrow. The Pink Stink and dandelion fluff illustrations kick ass, by the way.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! I see you there! I see you there! Hey, any luck finding me a job?
from sooner :
I just saw the banner! I just clicked the banner!
from sooner :
Oh, yes. I've been professionally dialated on a number of occasions. It looks like grease has been smeared on your glasses. Tell me about your banner, Wee! Tell tell tell!
from sooner :
I've not seen the banner! I will watch for it.
from peth :
wee! i clicked your banner, hot stuff!
from sooner :
are you up yet? I'm bored and lonely.
from saint-louise :
(Pssst...plus: your pittuuuures are purty.)
from peth :
see, i tole you to wear those prophys on yer ankles. yes, I think ivy leaves a rashy. mayhaps it was leo, with a bar of soap in his sock?
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! Wear a slicker, k?
from sooner :
It is true that you are too cute and funny. I second that assessment, Wee. And if it is edible, I hope it's sugar free. For both our sakes. What are your lunch plans? You have some, right?
from six30 :
ha ha ha! wee, you're too cute & funny!
from bevin :
Wee, I'm headed to Toronto really soon. Are there tourist destinations of interest I should see?
from sooner :
I believe one should always be influenced by Jackie-O. In everything one does. It's all so very The House of Yes.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee! We shall nap and it will be marvelous! The kitties are wonderful napping companions. And if I start to snore, they climb up on me and put their feet in my mouth to let me know I should roll over. As for the raygun, I'm irritated that someone told you. I can never hatch an evil plan.
from sooner :
Oh, Sugar Wee. Walk the wolf already! She's ripe for walking!
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. The dandelion fluff is staggeringly lovely.
from sooner :
If there is a remake, will it have oompa loompas?
from sooner :
I hope you ate lunch today. I forgot to remind you. I love Willie Wonka. Especially the blueberry girl. I love her.
from sooner :
Well, maybe you're right. I mean, last night just after we'd set sail we were attacked by pirates and forced to walk the plank. And then Friday night, my weekly gun fight night, I put down a couple of black hats for the local sheriff. And my Saturday morning launch was delayed when aliens beaned themselves into mission control, took the girl with whom I generate a great deal of chemistry, but as of yet our passion remains unrequited, hostage and demanded I sacrifice myself in exchange for her life. So, that was kind of exciting I guess.
from sooner :
Um, no.
from vyv-xx :
Oooh, yeah, fridge-love! I think the chick I'm trading with this time is from Germany. But hey, you can give me your address if you don't want to wait to be paired up and stuff, and I'll send you special sumfins. Also, I shall tell you my address.
from sooner :
Let me just say this about last night's Six Feet Under. The death that begins the program was complicated, inventive, and fookin' hilarious. As for me, I've nothing new to report. I'm still unemployed when September comes around and I'm starting to fret. Does Jack need an assistant?
from sooner :
It was breathtaking. Brilliant. Everything I'd hoped and more. My tummy still rumbles with post gratification activity
from vyv-xx :
It's applesauce's fault. That shit always steals the spotlight.
from vyv-xx :
Yeah, sorry. We kind of got carried away. But the love is there.
from sooner :
I think I'm going to pass out. The season finale of six feet under begins in minutes. I won't spoil it for you, Wee. I swear it. My tummy is in tumbles!
from vyv-xx :
Kid Kuisine blue APPLESAUCE!!! and star wipe, and out.
from d-crash :
Jimmy Corrigan, smartest kid on earth.
from vyv-xx :
Jimmy Neutron, boy genius.
from d-crash :
Doing the neutron dance.
from vyv-xx :
Flashdance.
from d-crash :
Grand Master Flash and the Furious 5.
from vyv-xx :
Drunken Master.
from d-crash :
Drunk in public.
from vyv-xx :
The public access channel show, Empty V.
from d-crash :
Empty nest syndrome.
from vyv-xx :
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
from d-crash :
I go cuckoo fo coco puffs.
from vyv-xx :
I rock ruff 'n tuff with my afro puffs - Our Lady Rage.
from d-crash :
Because I Got High by Afro-man.
from vyv-xx :
That chick Spike from Degrassi High.
from d-crash :
Spike the volleyball.
from vyv-xx :
Wilson the volleyball.
from d-crash :
Wilson Philips.
from vyv-xx :
Emo Philips.
from d-crash :
Emo applesauce.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. Don't forget to eat a little something for lunch.
from z0tl :
acshooly, yes, in real life he goes by z name of beuwolf :) :) :) the :z roole, they don't measure, so definitely the beuwolf lives somewhere in detroit, i wonder where eggsactly in relation to the 8 Mike (sorry 8 Mile) :]
from sooner :
Yes. It was Celine. She drove in from Las Vegas with her wretched spawn in the back seat. Knowing that detail has caused me for the first time in my life to feel sorry for Eunice. She had a run in with Celine! I imagine such a thing will only intensify her nightmares.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I will always be noisy for you. Always.
from z0tl :
ms.wee, but can you tell me who the beowolf is?-)
from sooner :
dearest weeme. The soonerverse is in need of an update. Which aspect of the soonerverse should I focus on this morning?
from sooner :
True that.
from z0tl :
beotch!
from jetbot :
waaaaaaooooaaaah! that's quite a compliment. hey thanks, i'm adding you to my buddy list too.
from z0tl :
it is troo, blind, deaf, mute will provide unfiltered perception, however 1 thing is certain, i ain't movin to livejournal, no matter how hot may get in the house :z (but of course, a game of russian roulette may become quite appropriate, wish me luck :)
from sooner :
Yes, there are worse things. Blindness and amputation to name a few. But I'm ahead of myself. It could be any number of things, so we'll see.
from sooner :
In an astonishing coincidence, my doctor tells me there may be a problem with my blood sugar. I've an appointment next week to sort it all out.
from z0tl :
submarine!
from z0tl :
dearest ms.wee, indeed i gots them hiccups at 1am in z mornin, howevah, i remembered your recommended remedy, 1 cup o milk with 1 teaspoonfool o honey once drunk cured was i:z
from peth :
http://www.fotolog.net hosts em, wee one. they do all the work for ya. and i love them so.
from peth :
you mutch come to the States for only to shop at Target with me, and we will buy whisks and touch sooner's head and other parts with 'em.
from peth :
the FUN TIMES start now, my peach.
from z0tl :
latria?!
from z0tl :
ms.wee, please see soonerama from asoonci0n?!
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I don't know what to make of your strange Canadian laws and their definition of abuse or neglect. To begin with, I don't speak Canadian, so that's our first problem, obviously. Second, It's my understanding that Canadian Courts, procedurally anyway, are backward and foreign with their banging of gavels and presenting of evidence and due process of law and jury of your peers. It's amazing you people have flushing toilets. You do have ones that flush, right? I think the only advice I can give you is don't give the wolf reason to drag your ass into court because who knows how that fiasco would go.
from sooner :
Do you eat of the pork, Wee?
from sooner :
For some reason, I have the theme to American Bandstand running through my head and I can't make it stop.
from peth :
OH! Riding with Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee/Protection to pass. I love that song. And I also love that song, "Please, please come back to me" where Exene is extra whiny. I was actually working yesterday, but today is all about the FUN TIMES.
from sooner :
Well, I've been working on it for the better part of the day. I just started from the bottom and worked up so it wouldn't look like I'd done anything too drastic. I've petitioned ANdrew for multiple deletion powers, but he's yet to comply. Perhaps if you send a request as well, it will light a fire under his ass. I told him I wanted to be able to check the box next all the notes I wanted to delet and then hit delete one time.
from sooner :
oh no! I think I missed a note from you in my note erradicating fit! I think I erased the last note before I read it! Can you duplicate? Wee? Is there duplication potential?
from sooner :
avon ladies are notorious for false nicitudinousness. Be ware, dear Wee. Be ware.
from sooner :
what I haven't told you is that the sofa is more comfortable than the bed, so allowing me to sleep there is the height of politeness.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. If you ever want to get out of the diseaseness you can stay with me. In New Jersey. I will give you and Jack and the Wolf the bed and the kitties and I will take the sofa. We can fit, we've done it many times before. And I will make wonderful gourmet meals and you can just relax and recouperate from your Canadian Blight. And I will bring you damp cloths to pat down your mad cow fevers and I will bring you tissues with lotion INSIDE to blow your SARS noses into and soon you will feel better in New Jersey.
from sooner :
Listen. I also blame Canada for SARS, ok? I blame Canada for most of the illnesses.
from sooner :
I completely understand. And, I have only this to say. I think I have mad cow disease and I blame Canada.
from sooner :
Well, I have to say they aren't real to build my defense in case they are actually toxic. It's a maddening thing trying to determine what is or isn't a lie. I guess it's best to assume it's all lies.
from sooner :
also the dunebuggy is entirely fictional.
from sooner :
No, that is my lamecore (TM) Eagle Summit. The dunebuggy is my fun time car which will someday go up in a ball of fire and take my fetching red tresses with it.
from sooner :
Oh, sorry. It's sort of slate. Well, the parts that still have paint anyway.
from sooner :
My dunebuggy is constantly leaking vital fluids which should not be permitted to seep into the water table, so it's a serious problem. At night I ahve to drive it onto an enormous plastic tarp and sort of wrap my dunebuggy up like a present with a big bow on top. In the morning, I have to drain out the leaked fluids and dump them in my neighbor's garden before I can crash my dunebuggy into a nursery school. My neighbor's cucumbers seem as fresh as ever, despite the noxious chemicals I pour over their roots, but I have an eye out for symptoms of heavy metal poisoning just in case. I've already regifted the home canned pickles the neighbor delivers annualy.
from sooner :
thank you for my coon story, made no less special by its publication for the masses.
from sooner :
Ok. At the Peth hang, there was a point at which I sat on the orange sofa. It was comfortable and sectional and just right for lively conversations. It would not be good for sleeping, however. Such are the orange limitations, I'm sure you understand. Anyway, during the entire Peth hang my underwear was up my butt, like all the way, but my heart was leaping so that I hardly noticed it. I made reference to it, but only once. Btchelicious forefitted our pudding wrassle rematch, so I won and didn't even have to get anything dry cleaned. And Gardenflower was there with amusing stories of her son who has developed a penchant for pantamime. It seems he's been working hard on a performance art piece in which he pretends to shit into his hand and then fling it like a monkey. She would not demonstrate, though she led us to believe it was a hilarious piece. There was catching up and hugging of a sort and there were many many many dunebuggy accidents, but I figured as long as I could get it to move, it didn't matter what was leaking out of it.
from sooner :
Dear Wee. That was perhaps the most wonderfully evocative note I've ever received in my life ever! I'm afraid the adventures we had at the peth hang were nothing in comparison. I do hate critters, as you well know, and coons are among the most hated. And if they hiss and whatever well, then they deserve my hate. Good for Jack for standing up to it with the swiffer sweeper!
from peth :
I like to easy my disappointment with a little wee/sooner stew!
from sooner :
deal.
from sooner :
On the Six Foot Front, I'd never spoil. Even if I tried, it'd be so incomprehensible by this point that, well, it just wouldn't be worth the effort to spoil.
from sooner :
Please don't believe her. I did. I did stand Peth up. I stood her up just like I always do. It was a stand up.
from peth :
oh wee, sooner did not stand me up, but I burnt the lemon bars just a bit. They were the first item to be baked in my oven, so I am rusty.
from sooner :
dearest Wee! The wolf must be attended! Can I just say that I am looking forward to this coming Sunday's season finale of Six Feet Under almost as much as I'm looking forward to my Candian citizenship!
from sooner :
you're a temptrix! But I shall be patient. The wolf, she needs her walk.
from sooner :
Oh, Wee. I will never leave you. Besides, if I left, to whom would I tell my little McSoonersonville stories? Who would ever hear about Judge Selma's wackiness? Who would assist me in trying to figure out whether the z is gone, or merely hibernating? There are too many very important reasons to never leave you. I'm afraid it's til death do we part, Wee. Besides, if I ever decided to go anywhere, my tiny midget legs would only cary me so fast and you would be able to easily catch me. Then I'd get a talking to alright.
from sooner :
Oh, and wasn't "How to be Good" a delight?
from sooner :
This morning I was going to leave the Z-man a note decrying the complete and utter lack of poetrixes about me, but he is no longer accepting notes and his final entry seems to indicate an ending of some sort. Oh, Wee. Did he leave us? Where will we find crazy nonsensicals and an overused colon? Wee! This could be a disaster!
from ghostie :
Nope, no beets for Ghostie (see previous comment below)
from z0tl :
peppermint patty! byte gently :)
from weeme :
okay... that was EXHAUSTING! Submarines piled to the rafters. But now we're all spic and span, nice and neat and tidy the way notes should be. All that remains is the wood cut out Eloise, Oooey Gooey worms, the body in vyv's shoebox, the brain bag, the walrus, the teddy grahams and the lemon tart whore and a rather disturbing exchange with the now defunct Furious Georg... the boy with no 'e' but a firm grip on my heart. oh yes, and Nekono, the lass who claims she coloured in the lines very lightly. Those who know her will know that it's a dubious claim at best. So... there. A note page as bare as I can bear. Have at it!
from peth :
you ARE a finger-snapper, aren't you?
from vyv-xx :
Sometimes, a whole person can fit inside a shoebox.
from saint-louise :
Ahem: Ooooooey Gooooooey was a worm. A mighty worm was he. He sat upon the railroad tracks. The train he did not see. OOOOOOOEY GOOOOOEY! (I attempted to write that so you'd get the idea of how my daughter draws out the oooooeys and gooooeys. She does so with great relish. Pickle relish, no less.)
from peth :
we could hump the wooden cut out eloise.
from peth :
we could go spooning in a local bookchainstore, in the children's department. they sometimes have big wooden cutouts of eloise.
from ghostie :
Erudite? Is that college humor? And I haven't eaten vegetables since the Kennedy administration. Ich bin ein Fuckmachine!
from sooner :
I, on the other hand, am a brain bag.
from saint-louise :
All the teddy grahams are for you. Only for you. I am your lemon tart whore forever.
from sooner :
You ars so adorable I just want to do you up in a cute little pon-wee tail, straighten out the ends and add a pink scrunch-wee for garnish! I certainly intended it to be the swiss arm-wee knife. Good catch! As for the sea turtle blueberry bar, you're on! I'm sending the courier over immediately. He will deliver your sea turtle blueberry dark chocolate delight and will accept in return a manatee rice crisp milk chocolate confection. It has been a pleasure doing business with you.
from furiousgeorg :
freaked out?...I get that a lot.
from furiousgeorg :
the badger doesn't so much attach, as CLING like grim death. It is, of course, a spring accessory...winter: the weasel.
from furiousgeorg :
yep, the mole can be a powerful sign, although I prefer the badger.
from furiousgeorg :
No, I'm not your podiatrist... although I've always been fascinated by the foot (primarily the left one).
from sooner :
They call me the walrus, koo koo ka chu.
from nekono :
when i was a WEE lass, i used to color in my coloring books VERY lightly, keeping the colors muted. i never went against the grain.

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