Sorry, Been busy.
They look so vicious.
Busy with the aftermath of the other day’s basset tamale adventure?
Unimpressed Wembley is unimpressed…
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dogz….
by Elvis and the DeadBrietbarts.
It’s Basset Cassidy and the Sundance Kid!
Explosive Basset Diarrhea (EBD) is never pretty.
Thanks for bringing that up. I was wondering about it since seeing the tweet:
TBogg @tbogg …….. 27Nov
Dogs just got into some black bean & jalapeno tamales. Forecast for tonight: unpleasant.
Those bone necklaces? Them’s human bones.
I presume that’s related to Irritable Basset Syndrome (IBS)
Chiaroscuro-city. Watch out Caravaggio.
From black bean & jalapeno tamales to Chiaroscuro & Caravaggio via Bassets? I think I’ve just stepped on and through a worm-hole.
Surely you’ve seen the lastest F’Yeah tumblr?
Isn’t IBS what happens when the people don’t deliver: food, walks, snacks, comfortable bedding, treats, scitches, biscuits, attention or ice cream quickly enough?
In many ways “tweeting” and “explosive diarrhea” could be considered interchangeable terms.
They’re obviously in Attack Mode. Scary dudes, yo…
Wembley’s got the Dark Lord look down to a fine art.
“Always two there are. No more. No less.”
I actually like Twitter, though I know what you mean. I have a separate list in my Twitter account for people I would like to follow, but don’t, because they are what I call “hypertweeters”. If I DID follow them, they would swamp the other folks I follow.
Otherwise, IMO it’s a great way to get quick notices of interesting articles, news alerts, well crafted snark (lucid snippets no longer than 140 characters), etc.
On the other hand, the Book of Faces kinda gives me the creeps, although I think that’s probably just me (though there are some disconcerting ways the management there runs things). If I ever sign up there, it won’t be under my real name (Dr. Meep Meep09, III – Nobel Laureate/Peace Prize in Medicine), but a pseudonym – probably Professor Fiscal Cliffington, Esq., assuming it isn’t already taken.
Oh I didn’t mean it was a bad thing :) Just an equally uncontrollable and even involuntary process that sometimes causes a big and embarrassing mess that requires cleanup.
My first Tweet, way back, was that I didn’t see what the fuss was about, Tolstoy wrote entire novels with 140 characters and that was more than 100 years ago.
Nobody responded, or noticed, and since then I’ve seen the same joke by others, sort of, including our esteemed host here. So I just sort of went meh.
My experience with Facebook was like yours, the people who insisted that I join it then filled every inch of every day with urgent postings about what books they were sharing with someone else, what they had for lunch, and so on. It was like having the most talkative person you know, the one you can tolerate but only in ten-minute stretches so you start conversations with “Listen I’ve got to run to a meeting in like two seconds, but how are things?” surgically implanted right in your brain. For me anyway. I learned how to turn off those people’s feeds, but meh. Again, meh. I was an early adopter of Internet stuff, now I’m a late ignorer.
The epitome of ennui….
Romney has virtually disappeared from politics following his election loss. He’s spent the past three weeks largely in seclusion at his family’s Southern California home. He has made no public appearances, drawing media attention only after being photographed at Disneyland in addition to stops at the movies and the gym with his wife, Ann.
Soooooooooooo…. haz teh Boyz met the new folks on the beach yet?
I can’t see the Mittbot going out to the beach, unless he actually has exclusive ownership of such real estate, so he can keep out the Unworthy Ones; in fact, keep them out of sight and camera range.
I think he’ll somehow defeat local zoning laws and get his car elevator built at an accelerated pace. Then he’ll lay in a large stockpile of Postum, caffeine-free Sprite, and fixin’s for bean casserole and carrot-enriched Jello. Then he’ll move a bunch of cars into his automobile garage-elevator facility, and while riding up and down in the elevator, get all shouty and Mormon-cursy, like “Frick you all, losers! I got a car elevator!”
When TBogg and the other neighbors call the SD cops, they’ll surround the place, and things will get tense. Ann and Josh will show up in an upstairs window, all spooky-like, and a jumpy police rookie will fire off a tear gas canister into the window. That will REALLY get Mittens all ticked off.
It will then get weird. It turns out that, under the boxes of Jello in their giant pantry, there were kidnapped and zombified union workers who used to be employed by all the companies that had been bought, stripped, and destroyed over the years – ‘Bainified’, if you will. These zombies will be reanimated, each placed into a car, and when each car is taken to the top of the elevator, the zombies will stomp on the accelerator and launch off the deck toward the surrounding SD police, while Mittens cackles madly, “Frick you all, public sector ‘Takers’! You shoot bullets, I shoot cars! Hahahahaha!”
Or something like that.
In case you swing by here…
A snippet of your comment intrigued me:
Tolstoy wrote entire novels with 140 characters…
Ever since reading that, I’ve been sampling the intertoobz hither-and-yon for more on this author, whose name I know well enough, but whom I have actually never read.
Being the severely humanities-impaired creature that I am, I would welcome an elaboration on the quoted snippet. Did you have one or more specific works in mind? Outside of a (to me) barely readable literary critic – I assume that’s what he is – and a comment or two that basically said yeah, he wrote some short works, if by ‘short’ you mean ‘compared to War and Peace‘, I was unsuccessful in turning up any work of his that was declared to be ‘extremely short’ in length. [Then again, my search has not been what I would call exhaustive.]
they’re waiting for you to leave so they can resume their conspiracy. you can see it in their eyes.