Yay! and the twitterverse rejoiced.

Lovely picture.

Always glad to hear from you, Mr. Bogg, whenever you wish to post. I’d have thought Rachel’s special on the Iraq war lies tonight would have got you going… but whatever works for you is fine by us.

Whew, I could feel my heart sinking and the tears start welling up. A TBoggless Internet would be unthinkable and, frankly, unacceptable. WE WON’T ALLOW YOU TO BREAK UP WITH THE INTERNET.

That said, I’ve observed that you are often apologetic when you are unable to post every day and you must stop apologizing. Even if you posted once or twice a week, that would still be awesome. Not counting Thursday nights, of course. (Being TBoggless and Bassetless would be like a knife in the back. Twisting. Not to guilt you or anything…)

Take all the time you need. Take care of yourself. Don’t apologize. We love you, TBogg.

Yay Us !!!

immediately went to the ‘bargaining’ stage when I saw the link on twitter

. . .’ okay, every other thursday night’

I’m with Lesley, do what ya want when you want Tom – will always be glad to see your byline

Jeez, for a second I thought Lesley @ 3 was going to say “I will not be ignored, Dan TBogg!!!” (I was a little bit askeerd)

If Tbogg never twatted or blogged another word I would consider my life enriched by having read his shit. Throw in that he told me about gofugyourself.com and Gringo Bandito and I am indebted beyond my ability to repay. Also.

That photograph of your daughter is extraordinary. You need to embrace the concept of snow. It’s going to disappear in the next 20 years anyway.

Your wit and sardonic but right-on views are also extraordinary. Lao Tzu’s sayings were pithy and scarce but everyone likes them. I’d rather have distilled, pithy but occasional TBlogg than none at all.

And you actually made sure that the L&TC has a good coat (and boots, presumably). I didn’t think you knew what they were…

So, a half gainer Billmon, not a full one.

Nice.

Thanks for sticking around. (I don’t know how you do it anyway. I’m too overwhelmed lately to even comment on blogs.) Just pop up occasionally to remind us how utterly ridiculous Malkin and Coulter and George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville, SC are and we will be eternally grateful. And, the rest of the time, just enjoy your life.

And when and if you finally pull the plug, we’ll understand. We’ll miss you but we’ll understand.

Yes, what all of them said. Plus, even Billmon pops up in a diary at Daily Kos now and then, so he didn’t stay “quit” either. Life without Tbogg would be a sad place indeed.

Holy moly old TBogg, I’m so glad you didn’t close shop. I’ve been reading your blurbs since I lived on Reed St. just around the corner in PB. I’ve always thought of you as at least one example of real intelligence in San Diego. Without you who can I point to? Jason Mraz?

Maybe I’m selfish to think that there will always be another TBogg post, just as there was always another Peanuts or Calvin and Hobbes Strip, but shit man, please keep going!

Hard to believe that someone whose nom de blog, used in conversation, can easily be mistaken for a fast-moving sledding machine would live so far from snow.

I appreciate the incredible output you’ve given us over the years, and know that it will someday end entirely. Until then, I’m grateful for whatever you continue to produce.

Thanks, and thanks for all the pups.

Seriously. Full on gratitude for Jane’s wiles and your willingness to plug onward. I rarely log on and comment, but I ALWAYS read here every single day.

Thank you.

How would we ever know you were alright and doing well if you didn’t shout into the darkness every now and then? Thanks for assuring us there are still sane people out there.

Damn it TBogg I’m fragile right now. Don’t even think of it.

Hmmm, I too thought I might have detected the faint smell of boiling rabbit when I first started reading that comment.
(Just kidding, Lesley)

This is how I imagine it going if Tom ever tries to really leave us.

That is a lovely photo.

You’ve been doing this for quite a while — it doesn’t surprise me that you’re burned out on commenting on the same stupid crap getting done every six months. I would have said “every four years” but it seems to me that the Beltway types can’t seem to retain any memory past three months — so three months to forget how it worked out last time, then three more months to come up with this really great idea…

Anyhoo — as I’ve said before, like many other regulars here, even a basset post on Thursdays and maybe one or two bits of snark the rest of the week would be a sufficiency, especially if the alternative is nothing.

Whew! What Lesley said, and jimbo316,and mungencakes, and xtopher, and danielx, and and … have I missed anybody? What they all said.

Thank you, thank you for deciding to hang in a little longer.
And thank you Boss Jane for talking him into it.

We would miss you soooo much (and of course, it would be all about your wittiness and pithiness and etc, nothin to do with the uplifting sight of your dogz every week).

Once a week, twice a month, whatever suits ya, we will manage!
And yet, somehow, no matter how desperate your real life, you come up with the most amazing photos. Love this one, too…L&T Casey’s little elitist friend has some talent, too.

Not Fade Away?

My best wishes to you and yours wherever the future takes you, and if I get a basset a week and Shakira’s ass every now and then I’ll be happy.
Yet, somehow, I get the feeling you’ll be around a little more than that. So, as the kids say, no worries.

And yes, that is a lovely image. Kudos to the young’en who created it.

Huzzah!

(Yeah, I’ve settled for blogging less rather than retiring, but I started at a slower pace to begin with…)

TBogg – Sarah Palin at CPAC. You can’t pass that up!

With all respect to Charles Hardin Holley, I’m with you on that one.

Thank you for stickin around TBogg. Will for ever consider your writing among the very best on the interwebs.

I don’t want Mommy and Daddy to start looking at me with hatred because it’s all my fault that Daddy is so unhappy because he stayed here just for me. I’m sure all your other little internet friends will feel the same. Like everyone else has said, do what’s good for you, and whatever morsels you give us will be accepted with gratitude.

That picture of the lovely and talented one is stunning.

Now, go spend more time with the missus and the bassetts and just check in with the rest of us as it suits you.

If you need for us to talk to your boss, we’ll be happy to go storming in there and give him/her/them what for. But, I’m glad you decided to stay. It’s a complement to you, that I think of you and your place as I did the place where the smokers congregated outside at work. That was where the real people hung out. Faults, yes, but the most human, funniest, and brightest people withall. Nobody was going to drop by carrying a Franklin Planner or saying the latest careerist buzzwords (e.g. “proactive”) or, if they did, it was like an alien ant entering the wrong nest. Anyway, that’s about as complimentary as I get, and I’m really glad I’ll still be able to find you and your band of regulars.

Thanx, Tom. I don’t know how you do it, personally. I have a “job”, and it is sometimes too taxing to freaking read blogs daily. I can’t imagine having to write them too. Then there’s that whole burnout thing….one just gets tired of the endless bullshit stupidity (and that’s just McMegan). So, thank you for hanging in.

That being said….guys? Don’t forget to show your gratitude! TBogg has a link to his Amazon Wish List, up there above his blogroll. Feed him now and then to renew his spirit and give him ammo. Also, too, music for that sexytime thing with the missus.

Bloody Hell Tbogg, if I can remember my wordpress password long enough to log in can’t you put in the effort to pretend to be happy to keep me as a faithful reader? I began reading your site among the first I ever read on the internet. You are like the weird brother I actually have. Don’t ever change and don’t ever leave.

Do whatever you have to do to live well and know how much pleasure all your weird little internet friends have received from your blog (and [sob] hope to continue to receive. I’m with aimai, remembered my log in name!

Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of snark, of the intertoobz, even the trolls! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of TBogg comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Weird Little Internet Friends!*

First of all, wonderful photo of the L&T Casey. Secondly, dear god in heaven, why would you deprive Charlie Pierce of the whimsical stylings of your writing (not to mention me and the rest of the Tboggers here). You are the only reason I head to Firedoglake anymore. I second the comment that your site was the first I read on the internet back before you migrated to FDL. How will we know when Casey graduates or when one of the bassetts change positions? We are invested damnit! OTOH, I can appreciate the time it takes to come up with your posts, but I sure would miss them. Maybe my monitor won’t since I seem to spray it with whatever is in my mouth at the time I read your posts, but hell, I can always buy a new monitor. You, sir, are hard to replace.

Damn work. Not much of a tech guy, but let me know if I can help lighten the load. I’m a hell of a collater and willing to make/run out for coffee. Of course, I’m going to need relocation expenses to come to San Diego. And a new bathing suit.

Hang in there ya big lug.

Whew, I started to have a heart attack, but I just have palpitations at the mo. And I’m not sure i like bassets.

I was going to say “a taste of honey is worse than none at all.” but in this case it isn’t true. Half a tbogg is better than none.

Dude, if you stop blogging, then the terrorists win (or, at least Malkin) — so you gotta keep doin’ it for ‘Murca™ (that’s what I tell my wife, too, but she usually just rolls over and goes to sleep).

Whatever you decide to do, thank you for doing it, it’s patriotism at its finest. Even if it’s just a predictable series of recycled Shakira/Bassets/Shapiro-snark, it’d be better than the interminable silence we’d have without you.

tl;dr: thanks for not quitting on us just yet.

That is a gorgeous photo. If only winter really was that warm.

I really don’t know what I’d do without you and all the fantastic commenters here…seriously, read Wonkette?! Get reelz, man.

You were my first serious blog love. Oh sure, I got all freaky and expanded to a LOT of other blogs, but I’ve come to my senses and come back to just a few, with you always being my fave. So thanks for sticking around longer, and please, do it at the level that works for you – we’ll be happy with whatever you feel like writing, whenever you feel like writing it. Plus, doggies!

Thank you for sticking around. I’ve been reading you for many years now. Some of your posts have left me choked up with grief with the loss of your bassetts. When you posted a picture of Waikiki I realized I had just been there the week before with my family. I’m not a soccer Mom, but rather a basketball Mom, with a son named Eric who played on the freshman team. My husband passed away last year from cancer. Part of my getting through all of that was the quick and acerbic humor I alway found here and I am grateful.

Thanks for hanging around, T! Take as much time as you need between posts.

In other good news, Elizabeth Warren kicks ass.

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

Seriously Tom, thank you very much. ‘Preciate it.

Did you have to mention Calvin and Hobbes? Noooo, we can’t lose Tbogg too. Infrequent is way better than non-existent. Do as little as you like Mr. Bogg. There’s not much going on now anyway. Who can get excited over Chuck Hagel’s nomination?

I feel relief. Your first sentence scared me.

Great pic, too.

I think what I said was “you’re one of the best writers I’ve ever encountered,” or something to that effect.

My next move would’ve been to set K-Lo to stalking you. I’m glad it never came to that.

Oh sweet mother monitor of the 8th grade girls bathroom yet another “Am I hot or not?” missive from TBogg. Poor put-upon blogger who is tasked with creating witty, smart, caustic and hilarious posts on a daily basis for those of us who couldn’t find humor in a 50s-era ice cream truck is getting weary?

Suck it up, soldier. It aint easy going through life expecting others to provide your entertainment and I’ll be damned if I’ll be left with Cole’s litany of animal-human-love-bonding or the sharp and incisive insight of SteveM or the knowledge and perspective of Booman or the run of circus freaks at RumpRoast.

Stand up and give us our responsibility-free no-input or effort snark and humor. And smile while you do it, ya bastid!

So glad to hear that you’re not leaving us out in the cold Mr. Bogg. I would bet that if you’re not feeling pressured to put out piece after piece, things will start jumping up at you that you absolutely have to snark about. Hope so anyway. Take it easy. That’s a lovely picture by the way. My daughter is named Casey too.

KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD OR YOU’LL BE MATTHEW CRAWLEYED!

I’d settle for just one post like this a week. I’d whine and would want more, but I would settle for this. Gladly.

Don’t go, TBogg! All the plants will die!

Srsy, do whatcha gotta do. A little TBogg goes a long way. You know we’ll be sticking around. That what weird little internet friends are for.

And that gorgeous photo of L&TC? It reminds me of what Thomas Kinkaide Painter of Crap® would have painted if he actually possessed a soul while he was alive. (Now I just assume he is in Hell, spending all of eternity painting loving portraits of Andrew Breitbart on toast.)

I spent yesterday celebrating my 34th year of recovery from my hellish, depraved and sometimes fun drug addiction (and yes, alcohol is a drug!). So I was busy, no, not drinking booze and shooting smack, dammit. So I missed this near-miss of blogmatic catastrophe. But, as has been noted earlier, a little bit is better than none. I don’t think an intermittent TBogg is like a cotton-shot, though. It’s more like a ‘really special episode of…the most brutal snark on the fucking planet!’ Or a surreptitious dose of good LSD. Or waking up in the County oblivious as to why you’re there (until arraignment). Yeah, that’s what it’ll be.

Also, the shot of LT&C in winter wonderland is very nice. I like the winters here in Colorado- it shows up infrequently, but looks damned nice while it’s here for those few days.

I’m horribly, selfishly, cheered that you aren’t exiting the snarkosphere, T~~ we need more than 140-character doses of your unparalleled wit. Thanks for soldiering on, and for your kindness to us at Rumproast. It’s well remembered.

BTW, if your strain of flu was anything like mine, you may be feeling Bassetesque droopiness for a while to come. But with AIPAC just around the corner, shall you be content to remain on your davenport, by Heaven? Does Charlie Pierce have to do all the heavy lifting? Tag team, Tbogg! I know it isn’t fair, but for some reason, awful people are evidently tireless. (requisite Yeats quote here)

“I will not be ignored, Dan TBogg!!!”

I feel a mixture of shame and pride in being able to identify the source of that quote, which I won’t give away right here because I’m curious to see if anyone else recognized it. You know, kinda how they hung around the famous Parker House Hotel restaurant to see if any of the diners had caught on that they’d replaced their coffee with Taster’s Choice (or was it Folger’s Crystals?). Anyhoo…

Also, I have been seeing WAY TOO MANY instances of the phrase “winter wonderland” being used unironically. I have a friend who used it that way once and of course I taunted her mercilessly for having done so. Then at New Year’s I was telling my lapsed co-bloggers about it, and Beth says “you’re awful.” In my own defense I point out that she, herself, would never use the term “winter wonderland” unironically. She replies that she might, if she was talking to a child. I say, yeah, well, I’m not a child, and Connie said it to me. “Well I would KNOW better than to say it in front of YOU,” she says. “Maybe poor Connie just doesn’t know you as well as I do.” Not willing to surrender, I say, “Connie’s known me for 35 years, she knows what I’m like. And you’d never use “winter wonderland” in front of Lyta, either.” “I might,” she says, “it just depends on what kind of mood Lyta is in.” “Ok, let’s ask her, then,” I say. Beth says she really doesn’t see anything wrong with the phrase, though when she hears it it makes her think of that song. I say, “that’s what makes it so cheesy.”

When Lyta comes the next day, I ask her what she would do if Beth used the term “winter wonderland” unironically. She says, “Oh, yeah, I’d call you out on that.”

No point to any of this, really, except that if you’ve read it you’ll never be able to see or hear someone using the phrase sincerely again without thinking about it.

Cue John Lennon…

Hang in there & have fun.

Suck it up Boggs, you don’t want to leave the Tubes to Jonah Goldberg and Ben Shapiro, do you?

Yeah, I decided to join the chorus.What they all said already.
Like that close-by asteroid, disaster averted us.(huh?)
I’m glad you’re here. Keep being here.However briefly.

Winsome…wiles…Yikes!

I’m just glad to hear there’ll still be the frosting to save for after the meat & potatoes, and the Charlie Pierce cake. We can deal with the smaller portions.

C’mon Tom, you still want to be around posting about the 2016 Hillary vs. Christie presidential race. And the world could not do without your take on the Coulter/Kristol/Malkin implosion when Hillary takes it. I frankly don’t know how you do it and I’m surprised Slate or somebody hasn’t picked you up . Anyhow,I’ll take less Tbogg as long as it’s not no Tbogg.

“…awful people are evidently tireless. (requisite Yeats quote here)”

they are that way because they have small brains and don’t use them much. Yeats would have said it better.

It’s a free country. But I, for one, am glad you’re staying.

Tbogg once a month is still better than no Tbogg at all.

Whatever you do is fine with me, but I don’t know how I can go on without the Bassets. You’re the first blog I read, then Charles Pierce. Just so you know you will be missed by many.

Tom- yes, it’s hard to not think about the whole pulling a Billmon thing. When I gave it up a few years ago, I missed it but soon found that commenting/writing diaries at The Great Orange Satan was fun too. Glad you’re going to stick around for a bit, kudos to the lovely and talented Jane (who never returns my emails anymore).

We’ll have to go visit the Midway next time I get to San Diego… I hear you can still buy BBQ in that town :)

Jo

Damn, he’s learned about the power of intermittent reinforcement. Keep pressing that link, fellow rats, because some of the time there will be a reward.

Nut up, fella. Now dance, monkey.

xoxoxoxo.

Haymoos Krispy! Don’t DO that to me!

I almost had a heart attack.

Just to punish you for that totally unnecessary fright, I’m going to BOYCOTT you for at least a week. Let’s see how you feel about scaring your readers half to death when it hits you in the pocketbook, boyo!

Well, as long as you’re not dead.

I still use the links on your old front page. You are the internet. Things change. Nothing lasts forever, but you have stamped your targets forever. Well done.

That Law & Order episode, is that the one where they find the body and immediately discover about five people with motive who came in from three states to loiter at the scene of the crime at the same time? Actually, I think that describes the weekly plot of about half a dozen cop shows.

Anyway, glad we dodged a bullet. You are the wind beneath my leathery wings.

MOAR BASETZ

Yeah. You’ll never go away cause your fingers won’t shut up.

Yeah, that started off like a “Dear John” letter and I got that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach…so I’m glad we can still look forward to some tbogg genius, if only in smaller doses.

I understand the burnout or the time cramps, but I hope an intermittant schedule of posts will let you stay here. We are selfish brats, but we do love you. And them dawgs.

Time for the annual delurk, reserved for momentous occasions such as the above-pictured L&TC migrating east and her S&M* father pondering a cybersabbatical.

I would bet the regs are the tip of the iceberg and that there are a whole bunch of us devoted lurkers underwater. It may be cold down here, but weapons-grade snark and Bassets make it all worthwhile. If, however, a break or a lighter posting schedule is what you need, take it. We can wistfully browse the archive and keep the burglars away between your appearances.

*snarky & magnificent

I love L&T”s stance here, with those solid legs and back. She hasn’t lost her soccer form! While she is in awe, it would seem, of the snow, the city. Stay with her, Mrs. T, the boys, your brother, your friends, your work, yourself. We’re here, eager for you ( “for” as to and from, both), when you have energy and time. Grateful for whatever excess you can expend our way.

I was going to do a full-scale Louis Tully “That’s OK..”, but nah, too much effort. You do what you have to do, and as long as you don’t forget to put up a rotating Shakira .gif every Friday, I can manage. Nice shot, by the way. One thing I enjoy about living here in the Seasonal East is that we have real winter wonderlands quite often. It’s all Christmassy and stuff! I like to get out and have a good, wholesome snowball fight and make snow angels and a big old snowman, and then go inside and have a piping-hot mug of wholesome Hot Chocolate with marshmallows on top and watch Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney (“Lily, Lily, legs, Lily,..”) cavorting around in the snow and then put on a show where we re-enact Pink Flamingos (I play Babs!).
So, have fun! And Jenn, too.

A little TBogg goes a long way.

Nuh-UH! It barely covers half a piece of toast!

You must be thinking of Marmite.

Oh wait…I’m supposed to be boycotting this joint. Pretend you never saw me.

Next post: It was Lil’ Ben Shapiro!! Who could have guessed?

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/20/daily-news-chuck-hagel-friends-of-hamas-dan-friedman_n_2723951.html

Hey Mr. Bogg sir – just wanted to chime in with all these other folks and thank you for hanging in there a bit longer (and thanks to Ms. Hamsher for talking you into it, or out of it as the case may be). I’d be delighted to have even intermittent doses of TBogg and basset friends (not enough bassets in my life).

I always leave Chez Bogg with a smile, no matter how bad things are going – which is often pretty bad lately. Its the tonic to which I always return (my browser cache knows that the single letter T usually means I’m coming here). You’ve even infected my writing – also, too is appearing in my official correspondences almost without my noticing it, dang it! You and Charles Pierce are both treasures and I’d be extremely grateful for any utterances you wish to make (or pictures you want to post) no matter how short and sweet and irregular.

And of course, if you do retire from this funhouse you’ve already made the world a much better (and snarkier :-) place. So thanks for that…

Ditto what Wonderdog wrote today. Glad I’m not the only one showin’ up so late to this news. Thank you, TBogg, there’s nobody else like you anywhere on the Toobz. I am remiss for so rarely commenting or participating over here, but it’s like a great (legal) drug to come here to read your hilarious posts. So, anything you can do is all good for me.

BTW, snow is NOT like really, really cold water.

Snow is fluffy. And light. ( – And cold. – ) And you can jump off cliffs with sticks strapped to your feet into it. ( – And cold. – ) And make snowmen out of it. ( – And cold. – ) And dogs love it.* ( – And cold. – )

So, NOT like really, really cold water. At all.

*Maybe not your dogs.

Getting shown up all the time must take its toll. Toodaloo.

Bless your heart. Thought you’d have the last word?

There’s a bag of salted dicks by the door. Don’t forget to consume generously from it on your way out.

yeah, “snow”

We’ve heard of it here in the Middle of Nowhere Kansas.

Just another long time reader who wishes you well and always hopes for a few dribs more.

Doubtless, this is all Obama’s fault.