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Pouring My Art Out 
“I did a post was about muscles losing their good stuff: Hon, I’m Really Not Up To This.” That was a serious comment by me with a glib twist to it. That was exactly what the post was about, ED, and I was responding to you not her, but she replied “uhhhhh”. Just letting her know if it’s not directed to her to feel free to ignore my comments….unless she just feels like editorializing on them. Feel free to not participate in a conversation if you are becoming uncomfortable. I’v done it here at once or twice. I did it with Dr. Seuss and when something triggered a sadness in me.
Let’s all take a deep breath
Not upset. Just trying to put the context back in it so she knows it wasn’t directed to her.
We are going so fast it is impossible to keep up… and now the posts don’t even have real titles, so it is more mixed up…
No real title? And just whose fault would that be? HMMMMM? He a mixer, that one.
Just scroll down the art and humor topic pages… and my stats are booming… wordpress told me so…
It’s so awesome to know you’re loved. In case you were wondering, I love you, too, Art.
yay
Now I feel all warm & fuzzy!
Oh, that comment is going to come back to bite you
HMMM? Well now.
just watch it
She like biting, does she?
when it comes to sarcasm or commentary, yes
Oh, she’s good. I remember past scathing remarks.
I was the one who said that.
I said “she’s” good, not “you’re” good, and referenced her past remarks. I was addressing you. You’re not keeping up. Did you get a program before you were seated?
I never read them…
Are you implying that you want to kiss all of us?
Hey, just be glad I don’t flip you over before I do it…
Gross
yup
Love in the time of mass production. Henry ford would be proud.
Somebody sent it to me…
It is hilarious.
Sure it is… but I didn’t do it.
That is awesome. I just watched the second movie with my kids last night. Didn’t love it as much as the first, which I thought was brilliant and creative and just plain awesome, but those minions are priceless.
All I can say is… do I still have the Head Minion position? Because if so, I want two kisses! Also, there is a certain similarity between you and Gru… an undefinable something… I don’t know what it is.
Good hearted guy trying to take over the world… we are one and the same… okay… two kisses for you…
(Trent swoons and giggles uncontrollably)
sigh
I’m serious! I’m honoured to be Head Minion! It will be an honour working with you to take over the universe. If I may, I would like to request just a small piece of it… California would do, actually.
Sending you an e-mail by the way, on a private matter.
ok… an ok… it isn’t a depressing private matter is it?
I’m afraid so. Email sent.
sigh
holy crap…
I know. It’s shocking. I would typically stay out of it, but after the flack I got over the weekend, I waded right in. Plus, I am not good at staying quiet when something is clearly unfair and wrong. My faith in humanity is a bit shaken… but then I saw your minion animation and I was somewhat happy again.
I have to think about this.
There is a moral responsibility, but this is like testifying against corrupt cops.
In my mind, what he’s done is wrong. He’s tried to exert control over my opinions in the past, and has let me have it when I haven’t agreed with him. I see the e-mails. I shudder. And there are so many people chiming in with similar experiences… mostly women. He may be popular, but that doesn’t excuse his actions or behaviour. I think he has to be accountable, but I’ve said my piece on Rachel’s blog and am going to leave it at that. I will not visit his site any longer, there are more than enough good people in the blogsphere. I just hope he gets some help and fixes himself.
I agree, I admire you, and I am a coward.
No WEEEEE for you then. I know. What’s he talking about this time. Check the mail.
sigh
Definitely not encouraging you to do anything about it, just wanted you to be aware.
I find myself hoping that it isn’t, but if it is he should be shunned.
There are a lot of commenters on Calamity Rae’s blogpost that have similar stories.
I just heard from someone asking if my relationship with them would suffer because they will continue to maintain one with him. I said of course not, I won’t judge people for the company they keep. But I have to tell you, my friend, I am feeling low. I want people to rise up and call this guy out for what he does and for his hypocrisy. I want them to not think that he is so important (he is only a blogger!) that he can do what he likes, with impunity. I often wonder (can you tell from my writing?) if I live in the real world or not, or if I am squarely housed in some kind of abstraction, hoping for (non-pooping) unicorns and fifty-colour rainbows.
I am sad. So I will go play with my kids, they always make everything better.
There is no justice… but I feel like a Berliner who didn’t want to speak out about the Nazis.
Don’t worry about it. I have no ability to censor my outrage. This is why I am so (not) successful in life. Plus, honestly, it’s a bunch of bloggers. This isn’t real life. I would get really worried if we were watching someone do things like this in front of us and didn’t do anything about it… but I guess that’s possible too. Where are the heroes and crusaders? The people who fight the good fight no matter what? What happened to our goodness? I really wrestle with these questions at times like these. I should write out the thoughts. But I am still too angry.
I was one of those people. It ruined my life… power wins over wishes of a better world… I hate that I can say that.
Sigh. Me too. How do I say that to my kids? How do I tell them that? I just put them to bed with a couple of made-up stories about how anything is possible, and that good people make the world better and will be happy. But I don’t know if that’s true. Maybe only the ruthless and the evil win. I say on my blog banner, “dream hard, rage hard”. I mean that. But I don’t know what it means.
My young life was spent battering my head against walls… I learned the hard way to stay out of fights I can’t win, but my self-image suffers.
Only thing I ever learned is sometimes you have to hit them so hard that the walls actually feel it. My day job involves hitting walls. Really hard. No one will listen. It’s such a tough slog. It’s so frustrating I feel like screaming. But I can’t stop. This may make me terribly unhappy at times. I may even just come out of this losing, and have done little to no good. But every now and then something goes the right way, and something gets better, and even if it’s just such a tiny contribution, at least it’s a contribution in the right direction. A very minor victory made from incredibly small parts. That is my life.
It is sad that work has to be like that, because at the end of the day, a victory there is no victory over the Nazis… just over complications.
One small step at a time. I guess that’s how victories are won these days. Figure I’m doing it for the kids, who have to live in whatever world I hand over to them. May as well hand over the best product possible.
Plus, the Nazis lost you know.
Good point.
And I shall challenge you for your position of head minion.
And we’re off. She’s in it to win it, Trent. Watch out. She a formidable contender, i.e. she cheats. Remember the scene where Butch fights Harvey in The Sundance Kid and Sundance is going over the rules? She’s Butch and you’re gonna be Harvey. Watch for the foot. Yeah. She again has no idea what we’re talking about.
How many of each of you comes to my blog, exactly? I can’t keep track of this.
Sometimes it’s best just to referee.
Or to just refer… or even reefer…
or defer…as in defer to me.
Or keifer… as in Southerland…
Or leave her…alone
atone
throw the dog a bone
spam
Someone is up WAAAAAY past their bed time. MIss Crankypants.
don’t poke the bear
She crawled back in the cave and is hibernating again. Think I’ll join her. G’night Arthur. 207 comments on a post with just a gif and it ain’t over yet. Not a record but go figure. I had no idea. It was just a cute fit I thought you and us minions would enjoy.
This is a self-fulfilling prophecy… but thanks.
Don’t go getting all sociological on me.
I doubt I would… anthropological maybe…
You are, Mr. Crash
spam
Who sleeps? I’m like a shark. I never stop moving and I’ll eat almost anything.
And you have a head like a hammer…
♪♫Can’t touch this ♫♪
sigh
Hammer head time.
You need to buy those pants
Doo.. doo doo doo………doo doo..doo doo. Uh oh. Look how many times I made doo doo. That wasn’t very family-friendly.
sigh
Woah.
yeah, whoa
Mr. Crash? Splain yourself, Lucy.
Things that go bump in the night
I have a “bimp” on my head, and her dog bit me.
Her pink dog?
Yes, her little fuzzy dust mop of a dog because…… It is not…my dog. I have come..to fix the phewn. The phewn?? Yes, the phewn. I won’t waste these gems on her.
Don’t be mean
But I hardly ever get to be mean.
Good point
Art made some flippant comment about two ships crashing in the night
See he doesn’t always get it either.
TWO people don’t get what ONE person said. There’s a common denominator in there somewhere.
I am shooting for all three of us not getting it
Getting what? I don’t get it.
Half way there… or two thirds
Got the context now. “He’s a mixer that one.” From? Hint: “He’s Paulies grandfather” No cheating. You can use your shout-out if you need to.
You stumped the panel
Okay. I’ll give you this one since it was not a direct challenge in response to her saying she knew the game of chess reference. I’ll keep waiting on that one. Movie: A Hard Day’s Night, 1964, Beatles
I didn’t get that either, just to be honest
The excange was:
ME:“How…about… a..nice..game..of chess?”.. Went right over her head.
HER:I think not
ME:Then give me the source and to whom the question was directed. I’m waiting!
That’s the one she’s not getting out of and I’m still waiting. I gave the Hard Day’s Night one away.
I thought that was from 2001 Space Odyssey, that is why I made the Dave joke…
WarGames (1983) Directed to Professor Steven Falken by the computer game playing program he had created named Joshua. Don’t tell her though. We’ll see if she gets it right.
Oh… right
She’ll be wanting you to genuflect next. Just don’t curtsy whatever you do.
No problem
Just let the poor guy make his own mind up. You guys keep ruining everything for me. Sometimes a girl just needs a fresh salad.
Don’t let your salad wilt… Chamberlain…
oh yeah, he ties it all together for the win!
You are the ones wilting the salad. What with all the hot air. And stuff. Ok. That was lame.
spam
We’ve come to not set our expectations too high. It’ll be alright.
We set our expectations to stun
No dressing for me. I’m watching my figure.
no salad for you
spam
Come back one year! She’s the salad Nazi.
Not that there is anything wro… oh wait…
Yeah.
ye-ha
Nazi? Really?
That crossed the line?
Have I wasted another perfectly good contemporary metaphor on you? Seinfeld? Soup Nazi episode? “NO SOUP FOR YOU!!. COME BACK ONE YEAR!!” Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
Why do you keep trying?
I’m a coward when it comes to suicide is my only defense.
wow
Don’t take that remark to seriously and read too much into it.
I never do that… do I?
Well, “WOW” concerned me as a reply to the comment. The more I acknowledge death, the less I fear it. Its presence is increasing in my life now, with little notice each time. My oldest daugher’s father-in-law died of a massive heart attack this morning. Four deaths in 6 months now. I am coming to terms with it. What choice is there, you kow?
I didn’t even remember what I was wowing about… I am getting hundreds of comments… I don’t even use punctuation…
Ha. Metaphors are so choosy.
So are Nazis…
Like some people.
some…
I might also have gone with: I like some people
No dressing for the undressing.
I can run but I can’t hide from you.
I would hunt you down
He doesn’t have to courtsy. I did it for him.
You were just picking up that penny
Well, I’m buying him a new computer, so I had to get it.
spam
How patronizing. Trent is smart enough to figure these things out on his own…
um… sure he is…
He just likes candy and you guys don’t know what kind. Be careful or I shall lure him away with my stash
with your what?
my leftover halloween candy
oh… phew
sicko
spam
You have a stash and haven’t been sharing? I’m just trying to level the battlegr er playing field for Trent and you’re trying to lull him with a sugar crash.
dirty pool, old chap
Hello…you’re awake.
spam
Been doing slave work over Crucible Part 2 post. Waiting for Robyn to sign of so I can publish now. I always sleep with one eye open with the likes of you padding about.
Padding-ton bear
More like Skulkington Bear with her. She’s a mouth breather though, so you can feel the heat before she strikes.
oh… low blow, Goldilocks
good! that makes me smile
HA!
What makes you smile. Knowing that I’m still blogging and finished that post, or that you keep me anxious enough to sleep with one eye open for fear of beingt set upon in my sleep?
by angry beavers
What’s that burning smell? ….Damn. We’re in a tight spot.
gnaw, we’re fine
OOH. OOH gnaw
Beaver joke…
both 🙂
Particularly not surprised at the last reason.
Nor should you be.
Listen. Let’s go play a nice little game of hide and seek, ok? You guys go hide.
spam
“How…about… a..nice..game..of chess?”.. Went right over her head.
Dave… Dave’s not here…
But…I’ve got the record, Man.
You broke the record
I think not
I not think
Then give me the source and to whom the question was directed. I’m waiting!
anticipating
Is makin’ me late, is keepin’ me waitin’ while she’s just snoring away oblivious to all of this. Can you say played, boy and girls?
well played
I sir, am an atist drawing a picture with words.
And I love your coloring book…
I thought you were an artist with light bulbs. Must you do both? It’s getting confusing.
He does art with colors and his mouth… he chews on the crayons…
Time to bring out the halloween candy
spam
Reeses’ cup and Snickers, if you please. And Special Dark Hershey, and Baby Ruth and Payday and …..
Now get in the back of her windowless van…
Don’t get me started down that road. ROAD TRIP!!!!!!
I have a joke for this…
A man and a young boy are walking through the dark woods.
The boy says, “Gee mister, these woods are scary.”
The man replies, “Hey, you think your scared, I have to walk back by myself.”
That’s great! LIke camping with someone you can run faster than in bear country.
He is a murderer…
Red rum.
precisely
Good to see you like different ones from me
At last something worked out
Somebody’s gotta work it and I’ve got the time.
work out
Stand back and gimme room.
Stretch first
Right you are. Give me that envelope.
Go outside the envelope…
Pushing the envelop, Move: The Right Stuff. Chuck Yeager pushed the evelop. “Hey Ridley, you got any Beaman’s?”.
sigh… you are still trying to make me think
I should go out with you on Halloween and we could trade treats with one another. So what favorite treats do you steal from the kids when they go to sleep at night and leave the bag unguarded? Come on now. Yeah you do.
fess up
Oh Henry!
Oh, brother…
Where art thou? I never give up. Just be happy with 1 out of 3 I suppose.
what what
In response to HH/Oh Henry. YOU/Oh brother from yesterday.
right
Oh Henry. The stubborn girl’s Baby Ruth. So characterstic.
I can hear her snickering…
Oh man… I am good…
Rainbow smile. Ahh ahh ahh. Don’t go there.
It’s like a Dead concert in his mouth…
Confusing? You’re beginning to sound like Art. You need to come down off that “candy” stash high and try something a little less organic.
Candy Stash… that’s what they called me when I first grew my mustache…
Less organic? Like what? I fear we have had this conversation before.
spam
I’m fearless enough to have it again. Something a little less herbal.
Herbal Albert and the Tijuana Brass Band…
How in the name of all that is sharp witted did YOU miss The Tijuana GRASS Band, or was it a charity miss of us less quick of wit to have our turn top play?
Hey, I am answer about 800 of these a day here.
answering…
Something a little less herbal is not a salad at all. It’s french fries.
Good answer,
Fried in organic oil? 😛
deep fried
Man….. that is deep. Is Dave here with the records, man?
Yes, and he’s fried… ha
We do not like the minions too have too much candy.
Sir? she says. Now I’ve got your attention.
Not mine.
Hmmmmmm
Told ya.
shhhhhhhhhhhh
spam
Che Che Che Cheater. Fun for the whole family. But that’s not all. For a limited time you also get the Wi Wi Wi Winner upgrade. Just water her and watch her go.
watch her go we we wee???
TADA
De nada
She does have that obsessive fixation with pee and peeing. I’m on it, though.
On the pee?????
Gatorade please
Can’t stand the G2. Nasty stuff.
Blue ocean is not a flavor
My son likes it. It was actually recommended to him by his massage therapist because his muscles would lose all their good stuff during a game, and now he can still move when he is tired.
I hate it when my muscles lose all their good stuff
lol
no lol zone!
I did a post was about muscles losing their good stuff: Hon, I’m Really Not Up To This.
uhhhhh
Never saw that coming
Yeah. I know. You’re getting sleepy.
sigh
That’t what she does when she gets uncomfortable. Gets “sleepy.”
They all do that… HA!
zzzzzzzzz
ha
You know, you don’t have to participate in comments that were directed to Art or someone else that are out of your comfort zone.
Did you just give her a pass???
You didn’t label it to Art. Dear Art.
Clarity. It’s all I ask for.
That’s why the WordPress box now says:
New comment on Pouring My Art Out feelingpaint commented on You know it’s true…in response to Dan:
Only for the muscle comment it said “Dan commented on X in response TO ART”, Not TO hiddinsight or feeling.paint. I would bet the difference is i read these in yahoo email and you are reading them in a reader. That’s how I know who said what and who i am replying to. If I rush, i can mess up, but not this time.
If you are using email and aren’t sure of the context. where it say hiddinsight, or Dan or X “commented” click the word “commented’ and it will take you to the comment in the blog string and you can poke around to get context.
Your mom said a nice thing. You seem a little edgy today. Wassup?
There is no thinking today, people, just let my eyes lull you into a state of wellbeing…
Like life: it’s all in the details.
uh…
Edgy with my mom? Hmmmm…it’s a little early to claim pms status. Maybe let’s just call a restart. Honestly not edgy. Sometimes I’m just smiling with my teeth, not biting. But it can be hard to tell.
Naw. Not with her, your comments just seemed a little on edge for you. All good. Just worried.
I gave away a painting today. She cried. It was a beautiful moment…I could do that every day.
I’ll mail you something Vince Gill said about giving in an interview. I may have mailed it with a song earlier. Good interview and song both. I won’t do it here because it will load onto the blog and take up memory..
Ok
thanks
Done. mom35.
?
For her benefit, not yours. I forgot to put TO HH for CLARITY. My bad.
oh
not me
Keep talking about poo
Try and stop her!
Is that a step up from pee, or a step down???
I’m not sure but don’t step IN either one.
right
where is all this angst coming from?
It okay. We’re on it. All good.
Ha… 183 views so far today, but only one visitor… what does that even mean???
That you didn’t get there in time to engage them before the left? Too buys with the minions?
I got no time for flighty people.
Dan
It angst necessarily so. Over the head again, of course. So many puns, so little time.
So many grammatical errors, so little time to understand what is actually meant…sigh…
Where there is a will, there is a whey
Where there’s swill, there’s a sway.
so true
Where there is whey, there is play
Don’t play with your food
pouringmyartout says:
January 19, 2014 at 1:16 am
where is all this angst coming from?
feelingpaint says:
January 19, 2014 at 5:45 pm
Dan
Dan says:
January 19, 2014 at 6:18 pm
It angst necessarily so. Over the head again, of course. So many puns, so little time.
I was punning angst for ain’t and refuting there was a problem. “It angst necessarily so.”
Angst not a grammatical error. Over the head because I thought you wouldn’t know the reference.
Punning on a song from the musical Porgy and Bess.
It Ain’t Necessarily So” was written by Gershwin, George/gershwin, Ira/heyward, Du Bose/heyward, Dorothy.
It ain’t necessarily so, it ain’t necessarily so.
De t’ings dat yo’ li’ble to read in de Bible,
It ain’t necessarily so.
Me swleepy……..
Me done.
Me too
cheers 🙂
beers
burp
ha
HA!
It isn’t nearly as funny when you explain it…
Even less funny than when she doesn’t get it. At least when she doesn’t get it, I can be amused by that. Remember Jack Lemmon in Save the Tiger. He picks up the runaway girl hitchhiking and ask her age: Her. 20. HIm. No one’s twenty. Then later, after they have had sex, they play a word association game. It starts well, but he fast out-paces her historical references and begins to become painfully aware of their age difference an how foolish he is to expect to have a relationship with her. It was tragic for me to watch even in my youth. I was born old. Sometimes the puns get to be no funs. Not the fault of others. I’m highly sensitive. Both a good and difficult thing to be. Science is that high sensitivity is genetic, not nurture.It’ now I know what I know when I seem to have no information available to form my impressions. How I sense peoples’ relationships with each other, yours with your daughter, HH’s with her mom, son, and D, mine with others on this blog. That’s how I read you, and HH, and addercatter, and all the others. I am not always right, but even when off the mark, the arrow is on target, just in the wrong ring on the target. It operates way below my consciousness. Sometimes it overwhelms me and i have to withdraw for a while. Like now.
Right, just remember that not everybody has seen every movie, and some of us don’t remember every scene.
Spangst!
HA!!!!!
😛
Et tu, Brute?
Eat glue, Butane…
No no no no. You, HH seek much more than clarity. You should be so simple to satisfy.
We have a clarity disparity
Though not a rarity.
Hilarity!
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Known. Seen.
The painting was for someone else.
I know a lot of people that want to be known and seen.
not me
not me
Indeed
I don’t know them… or see them
Hilarious, Art. But seriously. Must you always…
what
snown neen
yeah
Or claret…
No, not really
I was being clever
Or were you…
Oh, I was.
I hear a towel hitting the floor
You read my post. I”ll be doing a follow up if I can rise to the occasion. Rim shot, cymbal crash.
I see what you did there
oh crap sorry…I sent it before I realized what I had done!! I meant to say “ha ha out loud”
phew
Massage therapist? He’s a fighter and an over-comer like his mom and your mom then. Sounds like a tough little guy who hangs in there. My best wishes and prayers for him.
Me too
Thanks! He is already better.
yay
Excellent.
indeed
ha
How come I do a post with an interview with real aliens and nobody looks at it, but the minion picture I get all this attention. My minions are lazy and bad readers.
The minions are the real aliens, Art. We know that.
They wish… they are barely human beings… uh… I mean…
Uhhhhhhh
shhh
What are you going to do about that?
spam…
Do you think I’ve been marked by the devil or what?
maybe
Or what has my vote.
ok
Oh great, now we’ll have to compete in some kind of weird unicorn wrangling contest, or, even worse, try to make sense of this entire conversation. The mind shudders.
On the sidebar there is a thing called top posts and pages, and in it is a post called… something about unicorns pooping… look at it before you challenge me to anything involving unicorns…
The mind actually shutters when on this site.
shutters or shudders? Shutters are best for self protection.
Trent said shudders, I countered with shutters. You didn’t read the libretto before this soap opera started, did you?
I do these in the order they get to me…
Long term loss of short term memory.
I keep forgetting about that
What were you saying?
who?
What?
when?
Yield
That would be a good name for a perfume…
Or submit.
You always try to one up me.
No, it’s just one of the things INFP do. We are always looking for ways to improve, not necessarily change, but improve on something. That’s probably why we are perfectionist and procrastinators. We don’t want to do something and finish it because it’s never perfect.
But I am perfect…
As to improving things, that’s why I notice those really special things like bye (leaving) and buy (errand) like you do. They are a cut above your norm which is pretty high to begin with but they go just a little bit more to the next level. It’s not a competitive thing as all. Actually, in keeping with INFP, I am looking for your recognition, acknowledgement and praise. Now you have my heart out on my sleeve..
I recognize you, I acknowledge you, and I praise you…
Okay, Can we cuddle now?
sure…
But in a very pleasant way, no?
Like is a ‘close the shutters, the storm is coming’ way
This site is on the U.S. and Canadian Schedule 1 list as a antipsychotic substance.along with Haldol and Thorazine and with just a dash of Lithobid for mood stabilizing. Shuttering and shutting down in one quick and easy dose..
sweet
Stay with us, Trent. It will be worth it.
This was in the spam folder…
Gasp. How could it?
wordpress robots
Robots are mean
They kicked me out for 4 days
tyrants
I know
Of course.
ha
I feel all warm and fuzzy… It could be the jumper I’m wearing.
Those are the old uniforms… we phased them out for the new black coveralls with the cherry red racing stripes.
But I look terrible in coveralls. I know this from the time I took my students paint balling. Ok, I won’t complain. We are your minions after all.
We have a great dental plan and all the gruel you can eat!
I think I’ll stay 🙂
Yay… now empty the trash can in the minion lounge…
I can’t… I have tennis elbow…
I am closing the tennis courts then.
Not the ten-… Fine, you’re the boss.
I can’t have one-armed minions running around, can I?
That would be quite a sight. You’re all heart.
My insurance premiums go up.
Haha! I’ve a feeling I’ll end up, arms outstretched, asking ‘please, sir, can I have some more?’
There is always more… but somebody has to clean the kitchen…
I wish to play the sexism card.
And the schism card too it would seem.
They’re pretty much the same card, except one is pink.
But do you have your green card?
Erm, what if I didn’t?
You live in your own country, so it’s all good.
All the ‘isms’ that are appropriate for a family friendly blog…
It’s a minion thing… not a sexist thing… I treat all my minions equally as poorly…
That’s good to know. An equal opportunities overlord.
I am very even handed.
JBG-So now go use the health plan and get the elbow fixed cos I ain’t taking out the trash.
I’m way ahead of you. Let’s hope the health plan is good, I’m very important.
Very impertinent you say?
That too.
JBG-Figured. Am I hustlin’ Art? HA
You are hustlin’… but very slowly… oh, the irony
ha
I thought she said impotent… is that even possible???
Don’t know about that. But impudent is possible, along with insubordinate. She walking a thin line from where I sit. How’s the hustle goin’. 😉
ok I guess
And she was second runner up in the miss minion beauty pageant! (Now that was sexist)
Why I oughta!
Was that a three stooges remark? You move up in the minion poles.
Yes it was. *high fives myself*
Hey… I thought your arm was injured… false claim filing for health insurance is against the law…
I, um, I… I high fived my foot…
We are watching you.
*gulp*
I have minion-cams everywhere.
How very Orwellian of you
Cuts down on lawsuits… by minions who claim they were injured on the tennis court…
I don’t know what your implying. That tennis court is a death-trap.
I have the video… you were jumping over the net… there is a sign saying not to do that.
You mean…you don’t do that in tennis? Man, I’ve been making an ass of myself.
This is a private court, not Wimbledon…
Well in that case I can stop acting so refined. Whenever we converse, it’s always weird. Which I love.
We have no secrets here… especially if you wear the short tennis dress and jump over the net… I will burn the video…
I actually had one for a Halloween party a few years back but people assumed I could actually play tennis so that conversation got pretty repetitive.
Should have gone for the nun costume…
Haha I did that another year!
Did people ask for religious advice?
No, but a guy dressed as a priest kept following me around…
That’s not creepy at all…
Not even a little bit. But I feel like we’re all a *little* creepy. Just me?
This is why we need a sarcasm font
I’ll get onto Bill Gates about it
you do that
Or cheerleader.
sigh
That’s what I smelled burning earlier.
Why do you spoil everything?
She did say earlier she burned herself. You mentioned buring the tape. Why am I the bad guy. Okay. I’ll take my ball and go home.155 comments and building. Not bad for a gif.
Hey, I lose track of where we are in these… I have no context… I thought you meant… something else was burning…
Dammit, *you’re. I come down on my students so hard and now I’m a failure.
Teacher, teach thyself… ha… see what I did there?
I do. And now I’m going to go stand in the corner.
Give yourself an apple…
Were all so disappointed with your improper contraction.
How far apart are your contractions???
Even Orson Wellesian of him.
Lord Wellsleyan
Sounds like a yoga pose to me.
The downward dog… Did I just burn myself?
Please don’t encourage him by giving him mental images to work with.
Don’t think so. I don’t smell anything.
sigh
On second thought. Let me check again. Give me another quick look at that dog pose.
I’m not falling for that…again.
“Again.” Love it. You’re okay.
You don’t have to drool over every woman who shows up here…
Thanks, I’m going to print that on a t-shirt
sigh
There’s room for all. It’s a big blog.
Not big enough! Don’t get complacent.
I told you…
I warned you about this.
Or a German dance…
Now that might have been sexist…
But I’m into pink if that will buy me any dispensation.
careful
She said she was playing the pink card.
You always take it one step beyond… something…
You know my weakness for polished toes. Look away. I’m hideous. Sanctuary. Don’t you just love mixed metaphors. Mixed Metaphors for $100, Alex. OOH. OOH. A triple mixed metaphor ending with an expletive fourth. I kill me. There I go again. That’s five.
Ladies and jellyfish… open mike night…
Nowhere else in the blogosphere but here.
Yes, the world’s first married-singles bar/karaoke nightclub/fundraising marketplace/minion clubhouse/secret lair of the supreme ruler of many universes/art gallery/blog
This string has 63 mails in my box. Now 64.
65
Just in it for the health plan it would seem.
I am also removing all sharp implements from the play room and locking the weapons room.
Yaaaaaaaaay! Great way to start the day, being loved.
I didn’t think it would work… do you want some credit, a link or something? It was just a test.
Worked like a champ. First time I downloaded the gif didn’t cycle so I searched it out on another site. I then mailed it to both of us. I always cc mails with attachments back to me to make sure they are capable of opening properly for the recipient. I didn’t create it. Beyond my current skill level saving any image, still or motion clip and then adding type over it. I am sure there is a lot if easy-to-use software to be able to do it, but I have enough going on right now. I do need to learn though so I can enhance the experience on my blog. No credit, not my work. Just happy cos I know you’re happy.
That I understood… and thanks…
OOH! OOH! Francis! For the FIRST time (Yeah, what took me so long,) I just clicked my name in a comment and BAM, right to the blog. Cheap thrill. LoVe iT. New post going up today after Robyn signs off on it. I felt obliged to ask her permission to do the series using her material and let her vet the accuracy of my descriptions and how I use her words. Lot of research and referencing and then juggling to fit stuff to illustrate her writing. Won’t do it quite that way again, but it was a perfect match and how she and Darrell worked through their problems demonstrates Schnarch’s crucible concept so perfectly. I’m really proud of the work I’ve done with it and that’s important to me. I know you know what I mean.
uh… I have no idea what you mean… and you are responding to your own comment… somehow… but not mine… for some reason
I started working on doing that comment before your comment was up and then posted. I wanted to keep the two comments tied together so I replied to my own comment knowing you would read it anyway. That’s how things get out of cycle so to speak on your blog. If someone is long at typing a response and you get there before they post, you are left wondering what they are talking about.
Of course, I reference Car 54 with OOH OOH. And I assume you know any name in blue is actually a link to their blog. Well, I hadn’t ever clicked that link on a comment anywhere since I started the blog and just did it for the first time. It was a thrill.
Now that this is way out of cycle in addressing your question, you’ll be wondering yet again, “What’s he talking about?”
I always wonder what people are talking about… especially you… Car 54… the original? With the Herman Munster guy and the ooh ooh guy????????
Yeah. With Joe E. Ross and Fred Gywnne as Gunther Toody and Francis Muldoon respecitvely. I also did a lot of reading as a kid tough. We didn’t have a television until I was about 7 or 8. Out to play with the neighborhood kids, back in for Mickey Mouse Club and back out again.The good life.
“Keep on tellin’ me about the good life, Elton, because it makes me puke.” From where?. No fair googling. I’m a creature of the media. the old media anyway.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Again, not surprised. That’s why you are Kiddo. You have never owned a black and white TV i have not doubt. If you had at the right time, you would have seen this show. Not high-brow by any means. Far from Burns and Allen or the Honeymooners, but good for an inane laugh. And you needn’t comment about not knowing Burns and Allen or The Honeymooners. I’m way ahead of you there…but you really should to broaden you comedy knowledge base. That’s what google and youtube are for. This reminds me of a poignant scene from a movie with Jack Lemmon. I know. Who? I’ll find it on IMDB and let you know. You’ll see a sad corollary in it.
We have MeTV… shows all the old classic comedies
I had a b&w tv in my room when I was a teenager.
spam
Obviously I’m having issues here.
extra meaty
gross
tee hee
That would have been last year?
She is a teenager
Certainly behaves as one. Shall I explain the difference between “like” and “as”? Well……oh, never mind.
ha
Nope
Besides, a color signal wouldn’t reach that far up into the bush country.
careful now… no talking about the bush country… family friendly…
See how you do that. Let Dan do it. Let’s all sit back and watch him get in trouble.
I’ll get the popcorn
Extra butter.
I told you to never call me that again
You said we could cuddle.
And I meant it…
I didn’t live here when I was a teenager.
Yeah, I know. Further in the bush.That was the reference. A really great photo by Eden..
Garden O. Eden?
What’s green and Irish and sits out in the cold all winter?
Patty O. Furniture
ha!
We go from the artsy to the fartsy
Cheers
*burp*
The more north you go, the less variety of color there is. Lot of earth tones though. A little more moderate where you are now,
Well thank you for that.
earth tones are good for painting.
It’s contextual. Earth toned fireworks would suck.
I like my earth toned
Poo is earth tones
If you eat organic perhaps. Fried and all bets are off.
ha! Yep 🙂
She’s back.
never left
I never bet
not mine
You have the power to change that thru Fruit Loops
Dietary fiber???
Dietary color
Back to eating crayons again?
I recommend it
I actually do it. Makes my poops look like tie dye
😛
yet… ha
Of course you don’t
Bet you dont either
spam
sigh
All good stuff to know
Sigh.
hgiS