Happy Monday! -lauraw May 11, 2009
Posted by anycomments in Ducks, Law, Travel.Tags: Wish she would hock up that cotton ball
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Hi! It’s Monday!
Couldn’t you just stab yourself in the cheek?!
YAYYY!!
Here, have some Macy Gray with your coffee:
I just love her voice. Even at the end there, where it sounds like she’s choking on a Triscuit.
I try to sing a song and I choke
Try to hold a note and I grumble…
OK.
Anyway.
Hi.
I hate it when people accost me before I even get my coat off at work. GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!
KC’s coworker: KC, you’re 25 minutes late to work again. What the Hell is your problem?
KC: OH MY GOD, I JUST WALKED IN THE DOOR, AND YOU’RE ON MY BACK ALREADY?
“Ducks.” Ha! That’s what I was thinking. Her mother must have had inter-species sex with Donald D. I’ve heard of her but never heard her. Have you tried the cracked pepper/olive oil Triscuits? Pretty good. Kevlar, inhale slowly and count to five. Exhale slowly and center yourself with the thought that the person might have cancer. You’ll be OK.
I’m ticked that they took the low sodium triscuits away. I can’t take all the salt they put on everything.
Wow — must be Laura’s post that brought in the new visitor from Libya. Who knew her humpdom was so widespread.
I noticed the Libya thing, too. I’m just going to assume until I see evidence to the contrary that it was Mu’ammar Qadhaffi. Hi Mu’ammar!
GOOD MORNING EVERYONE. SOMEONE BROKE INTO MY TRUCK AND TURNED THE RADIO UP TOO LOUD AGAIN.
Moomie — wazzup dude? Come back and see us again, you crazy camel jockey.
Momo! ‘Sup, blood?
You’re rockin’ those shades, baby.
http://sheikyermami.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/ghaddafi21.jpg
But dude, you’re decorated like a cake. Maybe chill out on awarding yourself so many medals for a while? Just a thought.
Dave, it’s gnomes that do that.
They also leave their coffee cups lying around in my truck.
And the passenger seat is covered with dog hair.
Why couldn’t we be infested with elves instead? Elves are so much more helpful.
I think the Hostages are starting to rub off on me. This post look Hostage-y to any of you?
It’s the pointlessness and unnecessary yelling, right?
Well, yeah, but they’re always screwing in the back seat too.
So, you know, there’s that.
The elves I meant. With the screwing. In the car.
Yeah.
SHIRLENA?
I wonder if someone won a big cash prize for designing Libya’s flag.
“But dude, you’re decorated like a cake.”
For someone who never made it past colonel, yeah. Especially since he promoted himself colonel in 1969.
Haile Selassie just checked in from Ethiopia to read Laura’s post.
No, he is not dead. He is the divine Lion of Judah.
Heh. Hotairalanche for geoff’s graph.
Holy crap! The temperature just dropped 15 degrees, teh wind is blowin like crazy from the northwest, and it wants to rain.
AIYEEEEE!!!
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we’re still yellin pointlessly, yes?
LOUD NOISES!
I love lamp.
*Sobek slips into his lamp costume*
“I’M NOT TOUCHING YOU!”
Hey guys — nobody tell Ace that Laura already linked Geoff’s chart, OK?
Wow, the chart appears at both Hot Air and AoSHQ? That’s awesome.
I’m working on an all-new chart that, if the data keeps looking like it does so far (I’m still entering it), will show that Iraqi casualties began to rise the instant President Obama took office.
It’ll be interesting to see if it holds up.
I dunno, Geoff. Your stuff is a little dry for IB.
*snickers*
Hey Laura, somebody just visited from Cambodia to listen to Macy Gray.
The Humpdom of Laura is truly a global phenomenon.
(I love that little widget.)
Well, looks like the data don’t support my hypothesis.
Yet.
There’s lies, damned lies and statistics.
So now we got linked by PowerLine, who called me “the proprietor” of IB. I sent an email to John Hinderaker to clarify my actual status. But I’m bothered by one thing:
Is “Lord and Master of the IB Churls and Romancer of Its Wimmens” too subtle? And does it really reflect the grandeur of my standing here?
I guess that was two things.
I just now saw the link from PowerLine in the dashboard, Geoff. (Cathy and I were watching 24 on DVR.)
Not to worry. I’m not the least bit jealous that your boring, dry, shitty graphs (the triangles are confusing about where the actual datapoint is), illustrating a rather obvious comparison of projections to actual data, get more attention than my carefully crafted and insightful prose. Oh no, not envious at all. I am proud of you, I really am.
Anyway, you will never surpass the one-day record of 13,400+ hits I got from Japanese porn sites to my Swedish boobs post, so I think I’m still the top dog here.
the triangles are confusing about where the actual datapoint is
…because the flipping labels on the abscissa are so ambiguous.
If you think I’m intimidated by your use of term “abscissa” you are very much mistaken, Mr. Geoff.
I’m not even going to bother looking it up.
Just use some big red dots next time, and fuck the flipping abscissa.
Red dots? Red dots?!?
Why don’t I just scribble on it with a crayon for you?
I’m just aggravated over the fact that now, I actually have to try to come up with something worthwhile and intelligent when I post, just to keep up with Geoff.
*Oh man, I am so screwed!*
Crayons?
As long as it’s on yellow construction paper, I’m good.
Ah good – it looks like PowerLine has fixed the post. I’m now a “contributor.”
OK, I’ve been biting my tongue, but the gloating and stuff is goading me into it.
I played a small- incredibly small- but pivotal part in this whole drama. Unlike the old TV heroes you grew up with, your thanks alone are not an adequate reward for me.
And so I demand a cupcake as a reward. A little one, or a big one cut in half.
It must be made from Yellow cake with white buttercream frosting and rainbow shots.
I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
Oh, and a couple of them little gold stars that I can stick to a piece of paper, or on the back of my hand.
I played a small- incredibly small- but pivotal part in this whole drama.
Yes, you were the hinge that it all hinged upon.
your thanks alone are not an adequate reward for me.
The squeaky hinge.
And so I demand a cupcake as a reward. A little one, or a big one cut in half.
The squeaky, hungry hinge.
It must be made from Yellow cake with white buttercream frosting and rainbow shots.
The squeaky, hungry, particular hinge.
Oh, and a couple of them little gold stars that I can stick to a piece of paper, or on the back of my hand.
The squeaky, hungry, particular hinge with bling.
Thanks again for linking the post last week – I think the point finally got made to a decent-sized audience.
What keeps me shaking my head over how this thing went kinda-viral: the comparison you made is so simple, so obvious, that the MSM had an absolute duty to have created this graph on their own as a matter of course.
It’s heartening, the continued appeal of common sense and logic, in an age of ubiquitous and outrageous mendacity.
You rock.
the comparison you made is so simple, so obvious, that the MSM had an absolute duty to have created this graph on their own as a matter of course.
Yup. I couldn’t believe that nobody was pointing this out. That’s why I was so persistent with that graph.
You rock.
You’re aiming to get showered in cupcakes, arncha?
heh
I actually don’t like cake much at all.