I want to break the all-time record for the most comments on a WordPress blog post.
*** PLEASE COMMENT ON THIS POST ***
Okay, some of you will see this as a shallow attempt on my part to bump up my stats.
And I’m not saying you are wrong.
But here’s the thing… oh, thing, I missed you, where have you been?
I have always said that I have the best commenters on WordPress. I have two posts that have over 1,000 comments on them… True, half of those are my return answers to comments, because I always answer my comments, but still… And I will even go so far as to admit that my comment sections… OUR comment sections… are sometimes the funniest part of my posts. Are you happy now?
But this all has me wondering what the record for number of comments on one post actually is. I want to see if we can break it. Just for the fun of it. We will all be part of a social media experiment. We will all go down in the history books as record breakers. We can amaze and astound the WordPress overlords and maybe have them take notice of us.
And it will be fun.
Oh, and I am a little disappointed that only one person even commented on that cute picture of me as a baby in the last post I did, so here is your chance to make it up to me…
Pouring My Art Out 
You do not like them.
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So you say.
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Try them! Try them!
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And you may.
quoting a poem one line at a time might be too much for wordpress
Try them and you may I say.
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Sam!
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If you will let me be,
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I will try them.
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You will see.
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Say!
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I like green eggs and ham!
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I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!
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And I would eat them in a boat.
I love boats… did you read my post called: what a way to go… best near death boat story ever
And I would eat them with a goat,
that is where I draw the line… although I got some good photos of goats on Maui that I posted recently
And I will eat them in the rain.
I also did a funny Photoshop picture of Samurai I Am
And in the dark. And on a train.
I did a poem about Shakespeare writing a letter to Sam I am about this very subject
And in a car. And in a tree.
you ain’t picky
They are so good so good you see!
I can see clearly now
So I will eat them in a box.
uh oh
And I will eat them with a fox.
foxy
And I will eat them in a house.
or a top secret lair
And I will eat them with a mouse.
make sure the mouse has A-1 sauce
And I will eat them here and there.
we have a vending machine in the lobby full of them
Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!
You really get how this post works
I do so like
I so like do
green eggs and ham!
love it
Thank you!
ok
Thank you,
no, thank you
Sam-I-am
I did a few posts about you then…
oops lets do that another way
phew
I am Sam
wait… what?
son of sam…..
uh oh
reunion party!
I am Daniel
glad to meet you
Hello Daniel! I completely enjoyed your rendition of green eggs and ham! bravo! (tight little proper clapping)
ha
Daniel gets it! nice contribution! funny guy! *Poof!* gone…..:(
I only let people who get it in to this place
just in case you are not familiar with the story…………..
yes…
You can spell upside down upside down by using the letters umop apisdn. You can’t deny that’s cool.
that is way cool
Really way cool.
way way cool
Really way way cool.
totally
You are cool. Art, sort of aspiring cool. Please help him.
I am taking cool lessons
I’ll try my very best. No one is beyond help. I hope.
I need all the help I can get
I’m here for you, Art, I’m really here.
yay
Reunion party… don’t make me get the whip…
Party! Let’s do it. Where, and is clothing optional?
clothing is just a figment of our collective imagination… and where the hell do you think>???
Comment post!!!
No denying for sure.
I never would
too much time on your hands??
ha
Maybe…
sing it with me now
ha, you have to every time you see that comment don’t you? me too.
I do
1998 is as far away from today as 2030 is.
And so is the crab nebula
You have me confused. Educate a teenager, Art.
It is also far away… lesson over…
Oh ahaha
They can’t all be winners
waaayyyy too much time on your hands. math. ew.
I wayyyyyy wish I didn’t have to take math at GCSE. Maths is scary.
I don’t do math
as simple and straight forward as math seems it should be, it isn’t. I got lost when they tried to teach me algebra. My college physics instructor finally got algebra to make some sense to me. I don’t understand why you need a “formula”. Just use the freaking numbers! sheesh!
‘formula’ is a funny word
huh? why?? I don’t get it. Piano. Piano is a funny word. Witty writer. Go ahead and try saying that 10 times fast. good wuck!
wait… say which part???
witty writer. witty writer witty writer witty writer witty writer witty writer witty writer witty writer witty writer witty writer witty writer. whew!
oh… I thought you meant ‘piano’
hey… say ‘piano’ a bunch of times fast… sounds like a kid making gun sounds
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, yes it does! More proof that it is a funny word!
true dat
In high school, I got a book from the library and re-taught myself the fundamentals. When I got a B on the next test and not the usual F or D everyone wanted to know who I cheated off of.
I am going to memorize my multiplication tables one of these days…
you only need to know a couple of em. then count it out. Or avoid em….
I use my fingers just to add…
I could tell you were smart.
Which in turn makes you smart. 🙂
oh lord…
SHHH. I’m hustling Trent’s action since he’s not around to TCB with Julie.
sigh
This site thrives on romantic intrigue and innuendo.
yeah it does
nobody says that to me… sniff…
Oh good Grief. Do I have to start every comment with “I have an endearing, never ending love for Arthur.”??
uh… yes… please…
Better her than me. Trent would do it though…if he knows what good for him. The mighty too can topple.
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Bahahaha! I am surprised no one picked up on the fact that someone as mathmaticly challenged as I am was brave enough to even attempt college physics! Thanks Dan 😉 See that? I winked at you!
I did a post about numbers once… how many hours and days and weeks we spend doing stuff like going to the bathroom over our whole lives… ‘fun with numbers’ I think it was called.
I’m surprised Trent didn’t think of it first!
How would we know?
Hey OpD. Waddle on over to here: https://www.khanacademy.org/ and give it a try.
uh oh
Ducks do waddle you know.
that ain’t twaddle, they do waddle
Thank you! I’ll check it out.
Take young Arthur with you so he can learn his multiplication tables.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
I just keep bringing people together
Together is good.
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ha
And on that last comment I could have made two. Am I doing this right?
You have messed up my whole system.
Damn
Ha… Like I have a system… I have a cranium full of crack squirrels
Shoot! do we have to start all over now??
maybe
Darn. I lost my place.
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Alright. comment 29,794. Last comment. Delete and start over.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
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sigh
Okay… reunion party… did a post… show us what you got… I will do another post about it if it amuses me…
All right, we’ll see if you get this one, which you probably will because you’re pretty keen, it could go far, or go another route, but we’ll have to see…as time goes by…
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Sorry, I did it…my way…but if you don’t get this one, I’ll fill you in.
I mean, I see the old song references… but I feel like I am missing something else.
no, that’s it, it can be any song, maybe it’s dumb, maybe it’s too broad, maybe we can narrow it down, or maybe I can think of something else, maybe it’s not so inspired, I’ve been preoccupied, but you were always on my mind.
well, I can’t always get what I want…
If you did you’d be in the minority
One is the loneliest number
Aw don’t worry. Be happy!
Hey… you… get off of my cloud!
But I got a ticket to ride.
I got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
Oh yeah? Well I got a lovely bunch of coconuts. Don’t read into that.
I have a huge banana…. and you can read whatever you want into that
That would go nice with a jelly roll.
mmmmmmmmmm
yep
or ‘yup’
or oui
or wheeeee
Oh wait are we still doing song titles?
I didn’t know we had started.
now I’m really confused after my extended absence, time is (not) on my side
Time is on its own side… it flipped over…
should we do a day on this post where we can all only comment in song lyrics?
Your choice, my friend. It’ll definitely get you more comments because people would enjoy doing that, I think.
can’t hurt
absolutely
well…..
well…
Llew
in llew of…
in Lewin of
Oh shit, I said three things, I could have made three comments out of that.
Yes
I’ll remember that next time.
no pressure
you
up
oh… phew…
hahahaa
yup
could
fucked
whoops… didn’t see that coming
have
I
yes
Oooooo… profanity. I like that.
I swear, if you scare off one more new person…
Fuck da puhlice! That’s not scary at all. It’s a slogan. Vive la revolution, muthaphuckers! (doesn’t count cause spelled wrong)
That first one isn’t… do not dare to defile this sacred place with your profanity!!! To the flogging room!
Commadante! Please! Without their head minion, the other minions will be lost and may revolt. The minions are revolting!
they aren’t that bad… badumdum
I do not think you know what this “badumdum” really means.
you wish
badumdum?
that too
And I expect you to set an example… the comment post is all about love… and respect, and humor…
And revolution? I thought it was about revolution!
yeah, but the sexual revolution is over… or haven’t they told you Canadians yet… HA!
We invented sex, dude. What else are you supposed to do under all the snow? You can only rub up against moose so often before the moose turn on you.
okay, getting reamed with a huge set of antlers is not what the rest of the world calls sex.
Don’t knock it till you… well, till you knock it.
ok
REVOLUTION!!!!! Trent! quick! follow me!
hey now
“they aren’t that bad” HAHAHAHA! I get it! (took a sec tho…)
yeah it did
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Not Trent!!!!!!! Take me!!!!
he is a potty mouth
doesn’t work like that… maybe both of you
hahahahaha! oh boy. nevermind. I shouldn’t take this conversation that way.. Oh wth,
Me! Take me! Take me now…. nope. Not going there. See what a good decision maker I can be??
sigh
You better not swear! You make sure I don’t use my potty mouth! What’s good for the goose is good for the gander you know! (watch what happens with that one)
Is Julie goosing ganders again? Line forms here.
yep! woo woo! Don’t get too excited Dan. a line of one doesn’t take too long to get through.
Take all the time you want. I’m in no rush.
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I don’t have to stand in line…
HA!
Who doesn’t love a good gander goosing?? I mean really.
I’m wiggling in my seat just anticipating it. How much longer should i wait?
now you have crossed the line
uh… uptight ganders?
ummmmmmmmmmmm
I can’t help myself sometimes. I should be careful on other people’s blogs lol
but this is a family show
ok I’ll behave
It isn’t like things don’t get out of hand. I may have lost my PG rating some time ago.
Yeah, I had to make my Wall Grimm blog R. But I’ll keep Sage Doyle at pg.
Things get our of hand here… usually because of me starting stuff
Before I started the blog, I went into writer chat rooms to figure out the business of publication, and it was sometimes a hostile environment which provoked my retaliation. So there are some people out in the cyber world who think I’m an asshole, but I’m nicer on the blogs, and in life. I just react when someone pisses me off, which is rare around these parts.
I need to keep my temper reined in… I can go off like a nuclear device…
I have that ability, being Sicilian, it’s ingrained.
oooh… you have a cultural bias towards grudges…
lol I forgive and let bygones be bygones, but I never forget. I prefer peaceful co-existence, but yeah, I never forget.
But somewhere… deep inside you… the Godfather sleeps…
Yep. But I don’t kill horses or fish, so it’s all good.
But do you sleep with the fishes… wait… that sounded wrong…
Can it be mermaids?
I always wondered how that would work…
Yeah, me too…don’t get me visualizing it now. I think the scales might be a painful part of it though.
porcupines do it… I mean, not with mermaids… but… uh… yeah
One would need an amazing wet suit. And the innuendos there are endless.
yeah they are
Or maybe a suit like in American Horror Story.
That would work.
Yeah, but I’m not wearing that, so never mind.
oh well…
Did you break it yet? Does this comment count? Well, I guess a comment is a comment.
Every time you leave a comment, an angel gets a cold…
Oh damn.
Or frequent flyer miles… or something
Oh, but I’m thinking you didn’t break it yet?
I am bad at breaking… or breaking bad… or something
What’s the record?
wordpress either can’t or won’t tell us. We found a few in the 20,000 range, but they were all nasty posts that made people so mad they had to comment. And they all went viral. There are professional blogs with more, but we are only counting private, non-funded blogs.
Well you’re up there. You said you have a couple posts with 1,000+ comments anyway, which is amazing to me. Well done!
It just sort of evolved… thanks
Well it’s awesome. 🙂
yeah it is
we’re going to have to do something about this last 600 comments to 30,000. i remember back in the day we’d eat 600 comments for a bedtime snack.
we are older now
Nah, just lamer.
ouch
But not tamer.
You ain’t lion.
Bada bing.
oh yeah
That’s true.
I may be an old gimp and walk with a limp but I’m not a simp.
or a pimp?
Or a bimp on the head got while fixing the pheune so could call to tell the owner of the minky that my dog did not bite him because my dog does bite. That was not my dog. Now, where is Cato, my little yellow friend and that nosy pink cat.
I really want a Cato… somebody to train me in the art of self defense by randomly attacking me… that would be cool
Now can you rap this?
I could, but I won’t
I could wrap it, given enough paper….
and an annoying rhythm track in the background.
we got that
No. No you don’t. Here it’s an annoying background chatter track.
hey now
sigh
it is?
I come here for the truth, dude! But I stay for the streaking.
A streak of truth runs through it
Gross.
like the stripe on a skunk
One wonders, is the anus of a skunk in fact the best smelling feature of said animal?
Find out and let us know…
I am a slave to my science.
I am a scientist to my slave… wait… did I say that out loud?
Dude. Gross. So inappropriate.
that totally slipped out… now get a cleaning crew into my personal quarters and hide… clean up those broken test tubes… and the Bunsen burner…
If I find you in there bending over while flatulating onto a match… well, that is a poor excuse for a bunsen burner and I categorically did NOT see that in my employment contract.
I have real ones
I remember that! about an hour for 600 comments. then we’d pass it by with out notice and start shooting for the next goal….. *sigh*
I still have carpal tunnel syndrome
29,311! lookout kajillion! We’re coming for you!
oh yeah
Ha… I am going to get to 100,000 comments on my blog just before we get to 30,000 on this post.
Comment here.
ha
Don’t you have a cute little pooch to play with? And no, I’m not talking about Art.
That better not be Canadian slang for something naughty
Everything Canadians say is slang for something naughty. It’s like an inside joke. Ah crap. There’s a beaver knocking on my door… see what I mean???
Sounds painful.
For me or the beaver?
both
In, like, a good way?
that would up to you and your beaver
Oh boy… post something about the 100k! Urry up! I must soon pass out!
shut up and read it. is it worded correctly? I don’t like the first line: And I did it while I was goofing around with you’… sounds too kinky
Kinky is fine, no worries there. I thought it was worded great. I’m totally honoured to have been part of that, really. Gives me a nice smile before bedtime. Also a semi, but I’m trying not to tell anyone about that.
sigh
I reworded it… might as well suck people in to the comment post… going for 30,000
Do it! But I must pass out now. It’s late, and early mornings are my worst enemy these days.
later, buddy!
Why yes I do. I am currently hiding from him as I refuse to Fred him until at least 6 am. Yawn. 10 mins to go
refuse to Fred him???
Forgive me. It was early!
Just wasn’t sure what that meant… HA
reunion party!!!
Oh lord.
Oh yeah…
Don’t we need to do this on a holiday weekend? That’s when my reunions usually happen.
We can do it whenever we want to… no pressure.
Very close. Oh so very close…
I can practically smell it… eeeewwww
Finally, a chance to be a part of a world record…
Isn’t that we are all really looking for? Thanks.
Here’s to 30,000!
yay
having a reunion party…!
“It was a window enchanted by the rarity with which I looked from it. Its panes were strewn with drops that as if by amoebic decision would abruptly merge and break and jerkily run downward, and the window screen, like a sampler half-stitched, or a crossword puzzle invisibly solved, was inlaid erratically with minute, translucent tesserae of rain.” – John Updike
#ChewyFoodForThought
I think I have some gristle between my teeth from that chewy comment… thanks so much.
My god commadante… we are approaching 30,000. I will brew some grog!
TRENT!!!!!TRENTY TRENT TRENT! 🙂
Julie, Julie JULIE JULIE JULIE! Drink grog with me. We will drink much grog!
See, it is that whole prodigal son thing… I am here all the time and she never gets that excited about seeing me…
Welcome to the club. He doesn’t use big, fancy words, and gets with the PROGRAM. Why do we always get these fickle women on this site. Light bulb moment. Maybe Trent isn’t fancy, just, uh, BIG. Therein lies the fascination. I can see I need to crank up the webcam and head to Skype to compete.
uh… careful now… and I think it is because he is Canadian… you know, an exotic foreigner…
Awww, really?? You guys. Maybe Trent just plays the game well, you know get you all used to having him around then disappears for ever, then shows up all smilin and being funny like nothing happened, when in fact so many things happened that you wanted him to see and couldn’t wait for him to say something about just shrivel up and blow away and then you get mad and then remind yourself that he is out there in the real world takin care of business and then you sigh and carry on and then you see him again and you get all happy! Come on. You feel the same way. I know it
Who doesn’t love a man who can take care of reality…
No peace making allowed. I savor my grudges.
stick to your guns
Aye.
rrrrrr
ARE YOU CALLING ME FICKLE??? Do fickle women have PROGRAMS?? huh? do they?? what? ok. nevermind.
HA!
I can do that. Neverminding is my default mode.
he neverminds his manners
It serves me well here.
technically, it serves me well here.
I love me my Julie!
It gets even less creepy when you say it twice…
😀
…ooo000ooo…
what? everybody wants to be liked. You even did a POST about it- wait that one is lost in a time warp that only you and I can visit.
well I redid a post about it… in fact, I have done a few posts very like that one.
That isn’t true! Because I know you are always here is why I come here 10 times a day! I just got used to playing with Trent and then he went and did the grown up stuff and threw himself into working and taking care of things and what not and I just get excited when I see him around is all Art. You know I love you too, after all, I met Trent thru you! 😉
Okay… I feel better… thanks.
I’m not even drinking and already I feel like I’m gonna puke at this love fest.
I sometimes feel that way too.
I love me some Julie!
We all do.
We all love us some Julie. We will love her blog too.
we may have to wait a long time
I’ll be working on short-tracking that.
we all have been
oh you know I am almost always a little groggy!!
HA!
I said the same thing… inside my head…
Talk about sucking up. Duck and cover, Trent.
They have a bond, there is no sense worrying about it.
The strumpet hath beguiled him, my lord?
Hey, she is not only a good girl, but she is a high-ranking member of my minion army… I would be careful if I were you…
So you encourage fraternization within the officer corps? I mean, after all, Trent is the Head Minion.
I give them time off… what they do with it is up to them… gotta make new minions somehow…
H
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“H” *sigh* The Enter and Shift key do not belong next to one another. Have you considered the Ron Popeil Pocket Minion Maker as seen on TV?
I have a souped-up version in the basement of the secret lair.
Take it easy there Dan, I like you too… You can’t get mad at Trent just because he’s Trent you know.
Trent is the trentiest trent that there is.
And pray why not?
and ironic turn of phrase considering my last comment
Alike in too many ways Fogelberg. Most disturbing
I’m here to tell ya!
oh. didja see my fur rising Art?? rrrrrrr (that isn’t a significant growl, just a lil one)
If you bite anybody, I have to take you to get your shots updated
rule # 8. Never bite when a simple growl will do.
true dat
because it makes no sense to get mad at him. why oh why would you?? and why are you praying? besides you are very similar.
this is just one big pod of peas here… I should do a pod cast
Oh, peas do.
ha… some lady did a pod cast of one of my posts a while back… it is around here somewhere
We will go easy on the floggings tonight!
And I was so looking backward to a good flogging. No doubt TRENTY will get one from his paramour, Mistress J. Story of my life. Always too late to the party.
If I flog everybody who enjoys it, it takes some of the shock value away… I must dispense them willy nilly
Not that you asked:
The Grammarphobia Blog
What’s the origin of “willy-nilly”?
October 31st, 2006
A: Where does the phrase “willy-nilly” come from?
Q: The first citation for “willy-nilly” in the Oxford English Dictionary is from 1608. The Barnhart Concise Dictionary of Etymology says it’s a contraction of “will I, nill I” or “will he, nill he” or “will ye, nill ye.” The word “nill” is from the Old English “nyllan,” a combination of “ne” (no) and “willan” (will). The phrase “willy-nilly” means “unwillingly” or “haphazardly.”
I do like to know where my words come from.
Your words. My words. They are the dark energy or the universe. They are tools on loan for such as we see fit to do with them in the transmutation of reality. Don’t Bogart that. Give me another hit.
Hold each vowel in for at least 20 seconds to get the full effect.
hahaha! You want some of this? Huh? do you? HA! I didn’t think so.
you crack me up
You do the same to me! Obviously since we are the same person. Of opposite sexes. In different parts of the country. With different lives.
We are Siamese twins that have never met.
Assuming the flogging position?
If you say so
hahaha! so that’s it! someone hand me my noodles! the wet ones!
because flogging with dry noodles s just silly
We need to establish a strong trust base before we can even begin to go there.
build up your trust baser instincts…
would you feel better if I called you Danny???
ha
NO. My dead grandmother and aging aunt ares the only ones who have called call me Danny and not caused me to cringe. When I work with crews from New York I tolerate it because it is an Italian thing and is meant to be endearing, inclusive and accepting. Beyond that, NO Danny’s in my life. Guess we cleared that up. 🙂
I’m not really crazy about being called Art… that was my uncle… that I’m named ager… on the other hand, I don’t really like my name anyway, so who cares?
Indeed. Back to my default mode. Seems I often refer to you as Arthur.
That is always a safe bet.
I never used to like my name either, but I do now. I was named after my grandma’s.
I do like that my name stands out
oh, I don’t make you mad when I call you Art do I?
no… I am not that sensitive.
besides Julie isn’t my real name. My real name is Julia.
But you prefer Julie? I like Julia too.
I can go both ways on this
So you have a fear of commitment? Anything else before we end today’s session?
I have a fear of being committed…
As well you should. Fess up. You meant RE-committed.
ssshhh….
You are such a child… get it… Julia child… HA!
ok, cause I was kinda leaning toward Dan-o anyway.
book ’em…
exactly.
ha
Just got a semi.
You are half way there.
One man’s semi is another man’s… never mind.
fuel guzzling road hog?
What? Are you going to drive locally or over the road? Will you have access to the internet if you go OTR?
I think he drives that thing all over the place.
Umm…. I wasn’t referring to a truck, Julie. Oh boy, this is now very awkward… Art, step in and moderate please!
you are too immoderate to moderate…
I will even go so far as to say that you talk about your privates more than any 3-year-old boy on the planet… and maybe that includes all males under the age of 16 too.
And the problem with that is what exactly?
as long as you keep it clean, none… and I mean that any way you care to take it…
There is only one way I can possibly take that.
wait… never mind
Is that a Canadian thing?… wait… obviously it is a Canadian ‘thing’… let me rephrase: Is the obsession with your privates a Canadian social development, or is this some deeply rooted psychological need on your part… because their is a reason that we, collectively, in Western society, coined the phrase ‘privates’… because they are sort of supposed to be just that… something you share with only those that you are intimate with… HA… I still crack myself up.
yep, and there’s your “thing” again…
sigh
Yes, it is a Canadian thing.
ha
WHAT?? You mean you weren’t referring to a Peterbuilt??
Ah ah ah. Careful now.
we are skirting the edge here
Yeah, and look up peeked under the edge of the skirt.
that’s legal, so I hear.
well, you were half right… just take the built off…
See, now I didn’t go there.
I am ashamed of myself
You’ll get over it. I’m up late publishing the new post. Done with that. I used to publish Wednesday night. Done with that.
I don’t do schedules
Well, I’ve had people say that there is some comparison to a Peterbilt…
simmer down…
operative word being “down.”
sigh
Don’t you mean rev up?
no
ooooooo… lookit that! 29,121. That is almost half way to 60,000! Woo Hoo!
I like the way you aim right past 30,000
That would be one heck of a honeymoon with her. “Is that it? Is that all you got big boy? It’s just 4AM and I’m trying to work up an appetite for breakfast here. Get with the plan.”
success is 1% perspiration and 99% instigation
Or in Julie’s case, 1% castigation and 99% subjugation.
I read that as: 1% castration… I really need to start cleaning my glasses…
Or perhaps you just see thing clearer than I do.
I tell myself I do, but I am not all the way convinced.
ok. stop with the big fancy words…
we just make them up to mess with you
I had the feeling…
I’m hooked on a feeling… and phonics…
More than a feeeeeeeellllliinnnnnnnnng!
I saw my Marianne walking away once…
Get used to it. Big and fancy is what I’m all about.
All show and no pony… HA!
Do you think?? who knows? I have never been on a honeymoon.. maybe you’re right! Except I imagine I would say “program” instead of “plan” in the text you chose… yeah I just tried it. Program.
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what??? Get with the program. See??
we have a program now?
SOOOOOOOOO NEEEEEEEEEDY. Okay. Have it your way. Must have been an only child.
She still is
HAHAhahahahaha! me? and only child? no, isn’t it obvious?? I am the BABY! Two brothers and two sisters all to cater to my…. I mean all who love me very much!
That might explain it even better
Either way. Catered to and spoiled.
But not any more!
She may have Trent entwined about her digitus quintus manus, but not us.
Not me… because I don’t even know what that is… and I am afraid to ask…
Fear not. Little finger.
Okay… and don’t call me Little Finger…
Really Dan? really? Catered to and spoiled?? God I work hard for someone catered to and spoiled!
you tell him
You don’t have time for a honeymoon. You’re going to be too busy feeding your blog you’re starting on tonight. Get with the PROGRAM *happy now*. Go into Word and begin your About Me page. When you get flustered with that, work on your first post. Now you can go back and forth between the two as the mood strikes you. Another use for the Slap-her. Mood striking.
Also, we can all do guest posts on your blog… and it is free…
Well, I was kinda looking for an income stream, myself. You just put the kibosh on that. Just when Julie said maybe I was looking for my riches in the wrong place, now I have to keep looking. Thanks a bunch.
Get with the PROGRAM will you?
I mean that signing up for a blog is free… obviously, our talents are worth vast sums of money.
how bout if I just pay you?
that works too
How much are we talking about and what is the “coin of the realm” you’re offering in exchange for my highly specialized personal services. Art just gagged up a hairball.
when the fur is flying, I tend to swallow a lot of it
what? don’t you remember my goal? I mean I guess it is somewhere way back around comment 1,500 or something…
I allowed myself to be lulled into mediocrity
nope. we are shooting for 15,876,854,975,137,985,945,365,462,285,845,654,999. Trent? Trent?? X?? LOX?? Dan? Jennifer?? Come on guys!
we may have to do it all ourselves… HA!
I think we can, I think we can…
We are the little engines that might be able to
we can DO IT!! Just like that other post lost in some time warp that only you and I are aware of!
I might not even be aware of it…
I have a blog to feed at the moment and can’t get with the PROGRAM. *sigh*
There is no program… what are we, NASA?
Well, she seems to not like the word plan and prefers PROGRAM, the crybaby. So…
We do not cater to whims and fancies here… well, I do now and then, but that comes with the territory…
What? That is how the phrase goes. Get with the PROGRAM. You can have a plan, or develop a plan, or even follow a plan. You can plan a date or a meal or a vacation. You could even PLAN to GET WITH THE PROGRAM! hahahaha. See? like that. Trent would be so proud of me for that one!
yes… he would… if he was here…
A party of ONE.
Jesus, party of 13, your table is ready
I knew you would like it too Art. Gosh this is just like the “old days” when you first started this chat room. (PS I imagine even Dan will appreciate it)
I have no problem with living in the past.
It’s never safe to imagine anything about me. I spend most of my time one tick of the clock away from an unexplainable outburst of surprise emotion; melancholy most often being my visitor.
take the batteries out of your clock… or unplug it…
But I would so miss my old friend. It is the birthplace of my compassion, insight and intuition. Nothing of any value comes without a price. I haven’t had a debilitating visit since our bantering with HH when I had to stop. I miss her presence.
People come and people go… I try not to let it get to me.
I am uncertain if I can turn my imagination off! We just gonna have to find some happy middle ground Dan!
compromise
Shades of Neville Chamberlain. What next Poland?
She says she has no territorial ambitions in Europe… or on my blog… so…
Imagination. Are we talking idle day dreams of fantasies? Are you a game player?
wink wink, nudge nudge…
Well those hard core game players are off in fantasyland half the time. I don’t get it. But I’m not a real competitive type either. I’m a lousy to play games with because most of the time I don’t care if I win or lose. I usually just want the game to be over.
How is that working in the game of life?
That’s the only one I do play because that’s the only one that counts. Who is the best in the world of sports doesn’t mean much to me from a team standpoint. It’s the individual accomplishment that is interesting, but I still don’t follow anything avidly.
I don’t have the organized sport gene
no, I am not a gamer. I give my imagination credit for the silly things I come up with. Maybe it isn’t imagination, maybe it is my sense of humor, but I think they play nice together.
can’t have one without you got the other
Like you said earlier, true dat.
yup
boy, you get touchy when you are wrong. Yes I am all too familiar with a party of one. Maybe that is one of the reasons I like it here so much.. No longer a party of one.
You are the life of the party of many!
😉
…ooo000ooo…
I do the don’t!
I do the hokey pokey! Did I tell you the guy who made that song up died recently? When they were putting him in the casket, they put his right foot in and that’s when the trouble started……
sigh… although I would have liked to see him turning himself about…
depends on what he’s wearing…
it always does
no hospital gowns.
true dat
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The man asks: ‘Is it serious, doctor?’ and the doctor replies: ‘I’m sorry to tell you, but this is just the tip of the iceberg.’
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HA!
That patient fell for the oldest line in the book: “I promise, I’ll only put the head in.” Badda Bing.
I’ll be here for two more shows this evening. Do forget to take care of your waitress and tip her. Butt only the tip. Play me off, guys.
I can feel the PG rating of this blog slipping away…
Naw. Just an occasional tectonic drift From Parental Guidance toward PornoGraphic.
I tried to get everybody together to write a porno script here once… I mean, you know, a tasteful, funny one… but…
I guess it all depends on where your head is at the time. DOH
That was the title… how did you know?
Guess I shoulda been there.
It was a battle between trying to make it tasteful and funny and not too graphic.
I’m sure it was a battle too. Basically, you were talking about writing old time burlesque and Benny Hill.
Dude… you really do get me…
There’s a frightening thought indicating the need for prolonged and intense therapy. Oh,Thorazine. How thoughtful. Please sir, may I have another?
I feel bad for you too, but it works out well for me to be gotten now and then… so…
Gottcha!
HA!
I do not recall such an attempt…. I am certain I would have played.
It is all back there somewhere.
Here’s today’s interesting fact:
Dr Seus wrote “Green Eggs and Ham” to win a bet against his publisher who thought that he could not complete a book with only 50 words.
It is a little repetitious.
Not at all.
a tad