There’s a discount cigar box at Smokey’s?! Mmmm…. I’m in my happy place.
In that vein: As an inside joke (don’t ask), my mother once bought me expired Hostess fruit pies from some weird sort of outlet store. Yes, fruit pies expire. I know, it’s crazy.
The title of this post comes from a friend of ours from the LA days, who now lives in England. She always starts her emails with “tell me something good.” I know you wouldn’t think so, based on my posts here, but I tend to dwell on the negative. I think it’s healthy on occasion to be prompted to think about what’s good.
I just took Freeda for a long walk around Ypsi. We got to see a giant iguana sunning itself in someone’s front yard. Now I’m going to get my bike fixed.
I’ve been vacant for 10 days or so. The last seven, were spent fantasizing about living forever on a delightful island in Lake Huron (no, the much bigger one with all the snakes and rocks).
We got back today. Our daughter’s best friend rushed over and played for a couple hours. The tomato’s had ripened, one neighbor said, “I’m going to the CB, want me to get you a growler” and, a bit later, a half dozen friends were banging on the next door window welcoming us back, saying they missed us, and I remembered rather quickly why this is a very fine home, if slightly warm, dry and serpentless.
I think you may have me confused with the guys you put in office. What is it about them that appeals to you so strongly? I’m many offensive things but I’m not someone who makes anything up (the meaning of pulling something out of my ass) and I am not someone who dwells and obsesses over the intimate sexual practices of people who’s interests I don’t share. It’s interesting that your mind went there though. I’m not sure what it means from a Freudian standpoint. I probably would not have even heard about such things if it were not for guys like you constantly making reference to them.
More to MY point though, I just think your condescending attitude is a way to avoid looking at yourself and your glaring hypocrisy. You will do anything to dodge the point. The point is that you can’t seem to live by your own claimed expectations of others, or even make the connection that you don’t live by it. I can tell you will endlessly dodge addressing the issue of that very apparent contradiction in you. I get the impression that there is something emotional the absolutely prohibits you from doing it somehow.
I looked through my comments to see if I used any “big words,” and couldn’t find any I’d classify that way. Do you realize there are professors reading this blog? Some of them actually do use what might be considered “big words” and have extensive vocabularies. I didn’t even finish college, and my vocabulary is obviously quite limited, but I’m assuming you got my points though…or at least the bad feeling a cretin like you gets when they read things that make them feel exposed. That seems like the most obvious explanation for the fact that you can’t answer a single question about your contradictions. Impressive come back though.
ytown, sorry man, I knew I said I’d drink a beer with you in an attempt to draw some sort of peace with you on the site, but…
Making fun of my boy Robert for using “big words”, and then you go ahead and botch two very small words, “a” and “lot”, (“I bet you pull alot out of your ass”) which by the way, are seperate words, and do not join together magically to make the word “alot”. And you used this word twice in a row so you can’t pass it off as “oh I just forgot the space.”
I am only pointing this out because you continue to mke fun of and insult others on this site. And also because I am shocked that during your entire time as a University of Michigan student, as you have claimed to be, nobody pointed out to you that “alot” is not really a word at all, big, medium, or small.
And sorry Mark. All this bickering isn’t the original point of this thread. Let me add that I saw a full rainbow in Ypsi tonight that was one of the best I’ve ever seen.
It’s Heritage Festival … and theree’s a Happy Hour beer party on the back deck of the Freighthouse Friday afternoon … Happy Hour. All proceeds to the Ypsilanti Freighthouse. Music, beer, friends, fun, etc. … ENJOY!
And there will be live music at the Freighthouse Saturday and Sunday. Drop in and join the Freighthouse Homecoming!
OEC is home!
The election is over! We havee a new Sherriff! Yeah! And our eastern county commissioner team remained intact. Yeah! (Here in the city, however, the nasty, hateful, spiteful, negativity is not over on either side. That’ll take a while to die down to a dull roar, me’thinks. I suggest everybody read “Like Water For Chocolate” before anyone takes another bite of anything. The guile was thicker than the rib sauce!) Let’s get positive and be happy! Life goes on, folks …
The circus was fabulous! The elephants, camels and other beasties were amazing in Riverside Park.
Oh, least I forget, OEC is home!
The BEST news … the SHPO (State Historic Preservation Office) has approved our Scope of Work for the Freighthouse. Work will proceed this fall. More good news on the way … it’s a secret for now. Hee hee. (I love suprises.)
I stopped ejaculating blood. That makes 3 days in a row with out insident.
Onto other matters. Does any one know where I could find someone to clean up some chemicals in my back yard. I don’t want to get the government involved. I also don’t want to pay any more than twentyfive dollars.
What I meant in my last comment here was that it’s actually therapeutic NOT to deny the obvious. Sometimes all the words in my head don’t make it to the hands typing. See?
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My second daughter is getting married Saturday night! Celebrate!
I’m still employed!
I just bought a ton of cheap candy from Big!Lots.
Tigers won last night! So did the Lions!
I’m so unfamiliar with the gym, I call it James.
Kwame Kilpatrick is behind bars.
http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080808/NEWS01/808080367
A potentially huge solar discovery was announced at MIT. Here’s the link-
http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/2008/oxygen-0731.html
Obama will lose the election!
I recently discovered the discount cigar box at Smokey’s!
The circus had a little perfectly-trained dog dressed up as an elephant plush toy and it was one of the greatest circus acts I’ve ever seen!
I just joined Facebook and now I feel like the prettiest, sluttiest girl in the prom parking lot!
I can’t believe Mark hasn’t commented on Paris Hilton’s bid for presidency.
Darling, you ran out of ideas yeeears ago…
We’ve almost made it through the Bush years.
There’s a discount cigar box at Smokey’s?! Mmmm…. I’m in my happy place.
In that vein: As an inside joke (don’t ask), my mother once bought me expired Hostess fruit pies from some weird sort of outlet store. Yes, fruit pies expire. I know, it’s crazy.
The green backlash has begun!
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/guest_contributors/article4474202.ece
Oh GREAT! Now John Edwards admits to having an affair.
At least he says the kid is not his. And we can trust him, right?
Maury! Maury! Maury!
i just bought a case of isopropyl alcohol 70% at costco to clean all the phones in pittsburgh.
Yeah here comes Publius again. He’s got real high standards for his public officials as we all know.
The title of this post comes from a friend of ours from the LA days, who now lives in England. She always starts her emails with “tell me something good.” I know you wouldn’t think so, based on my posts here, but I tend to dwell on the negative. I think it’s healthy on occasion to be prompted to think about what’s good.
I just took Freeda for a long walk around Ypsi. We got to see a giant iguana sunning itself in someone’s front yard. Now I’m going to get my bike fixed.
I’ve been vacant for 10 days or so. The last seven, were spent fantasizing about living forever on a delightful island in Lake Huron (no, the much bigger one with all the snakes and rocks).
We got back today. Our daughter’s best friend rushed over and played for a couple hours. The tomato’s had ripened, one neighbor said, “I’m going to the CB, want me to get you a growler” and, a bit later, a half dozen friends were banging on the next door window welcoming us back, saying they missed us, and I remembered rather quickly why this is a very fine home, if slightly warm, dry and serpentless.
AHA! Who’s a utopian malcontent now?!?
I had fun hanging out with my fellow cartoonists, signing copies of a new anthology I’m in (that’s TYPHON, for you funnies fans).
My girlfriend and I had a nice time drinking wine and playing old songs on the uke and cuatro.
Blueberries are cheap at the Farmer’s Market.
It’s not so damn hot this weekend.
Robert, say something productive instead of insulting others. I bet you could think of something. Try your best.
“I bet you could think of something. Try your best.”
Insult?
Naw, ytown, I’m going to stick with the insults. Thanks for the suggestion though.
You should have tried “sit” or “roll over.”
By the way, I don’t call it ‘insulting’ anymore. It’s ‘productive denigration’
Dirtgrain, it wasn’t an isult. It was encouragement.
Robert, I know you will stick to what you do best.
Robert, I like it, ‘productive denigration’. See, I knew you were clever!
It probably seems clever to you, but I just pulled it out of my ass really.
I bet you pull alot out of your ass. You probably put alot there as well!
OEC is back from vacation.
I think you may have me confused with the guys you put in office. What is it about them that appeals to you so strongly? I’m many offensive things but I’m not someone who makes anything up (the meaning of pulling something out of my ass) and I am not someone who dwells and obsesses over the intimate sexual practices of people who’s interests I don’t share. It’s interesting that your mind went there though. I’m not sure what it means from a Freudian standpoint. I probably would not have even heard about such things if it were not for guys like you constantly making reference to them.
More to MY point though, I just think your condescending attitude is a way to avoid looking at yourself and your glaring hypocrisy. You will do anything to dodge the point. The point is that you can’t seem to live by your own claimed expectations of others, or even make the connection that you don’t live by it. I can tell you will endlessly dodge addressing the issue of that very apparent contradiction in you. I get the impression that there is something emotional the absolutely prohibits you from doing it somehow.
Wow, lots of big words!
We’re not dead or completely immobilized in critical condition with tubes sticking out of every hole, knocking on death’s door!!!
We can read and write!
We probably have someone who loves us to some possibly imperfect but necessary and edifying extent!
No one is posing an imminent threat to our lives or limbs!
We have access to food — MMM!!! — and clean water — MM-MMM!!!
I looked through my comments to see if I used any “big words,” and couldn’t find any I’d classify that way. Do you realize there are professors reading this blog? Some of them actually do use what might be considered “big words” and have extensive vocabularies. I didn’t even finish college, and my vocabulary is obviously quite limited, but I’m assuming you got my points though…or at least the bad feeling a cretin like you gets when they read things that make them feel exposed. That seems like the most obvious explanation for the fact that you can’t answer a single question about your contradictions. Impressive come back though.
Brackache, you might have someone that loves you, but come on! After reading my comments, do you really think I do?
What, there are professors reading this blog? Oh boy, i better watch what I say!
Cretin? I’m not a professor, please educate me oh great Roberto!
By the way, I know what it means. Another zinger by Robert! Good work!
Robert You are an angry guy.
Robert can read and write!
ytown, sorry man, I knew I said I’d drink a beer with you in an attempt to draw some sort of peace with you on the site, but…
Making fun of my boy Robert for using “big words”, and then you go ahead and botch two very small words, “a” and “lot”, (“I bet you pull alot out of your ass”) which by the way, are seperate words, and do not join together magically to make the word “alot”. And you used this word twice in a row so you can’t pass it off as “oh I just forgot the space.”
I am only pointing this out because you continue to mke fun of and insult others on this site. And also because I am shocked that during your entire time as a University of Michigan student, as you have claimed to be, nobody pointed out to you that “alot” is not really a word at all, big, medium, or small.
And sorry Mark. All this bickering isn’t the original point of this thread. Let me add that I saw a full rainbow in Ypsi tonight that was one of the best I’ve ever seen.
i’m sorry i misspell words alot.
Ah, OK, something good, eh? Well …
It’s Heritage Festival … and theree’s a Happy Hour beer party on the back deck of the Freighthouse Friday afternoon … Happy Hour. All proceeds to the Ypsilanti Freighthouse. Music, beer, friends, fun, etc. … ENJOY!
And there will be live music at the Freighthouse Saturday and Sunday. Drop in and join the Freighthouse Homecoming!
OEC is home!
The election is over! We havee a new Sherriff! Yeah! And our eastern county commissioner team remained intact. Yeah! (Here in the city, however, the nasty, hateful, spiteful, negativity is not over on either side. That’ll take a while to die down to a dull roar, me’thinks. I suggest everybody read “Like Water For Chocolate” before anyone takes another bite of anything. The guile was thicker than the rib sauce!) Let’s get positive and be happy! Life goes on, folks …
The circus was fabulous! The elephants, camels and other beasties were amazing in Riverside Park.
Oh, least I forget, OEC is home!
The BEST news … the SHPO (State Historic Preservation Office) has approved our Scope of Work for the Freighthouse. Work will proceed this fall. More good news on the way … it’s a secret for now. Hee hee. (I love suprises.)
G’night.
Yes, ytown, I am an angry guy. See how easy that was? It’s not necessary to deny the obvious. It’s actually therapeutic. You should try it one day.
I stopped ejaculating blood. That makes 3 days in a row with out insident.
Onto other matters. Does any one know where I could find someone to clean up some chemicals in my back yard. I don’t want to get the government involved. I also don’t want to pay any more than twentyfive dollars.
What I meant in my last comment here was that it’s actually therapeutic NOT to deny the obvious. Sometimes all the words in my head don’t make it to the hands typing. See?