It has come to this. We are facing a 50 vote deficit with ten days left in the battle for the blogoshere. It is time to pull out the video that most captures the moment (as supplied by Mespo). You are not the first to face an overwhelming army with many assuming certain defeat.
Do you want the orcs to win? Do you want Frodo Baggins stuffed and used as a plaything for Uruk-hai children? Who among us will return to the safety of our virtual homes rather than hold the line?
We need 50 bloggers to step forward and join us at the Black Gate of the ABA competition.
FFLEO,
Once again you are just an absolute wealth of musical knowledge and humor. That was awesome!
AY,
At least I’m not a Texan. smack smack kiss kiss
Where have you been hiding, buddy?
BIS wrote:
Elaine,
“Yes they do as a mater of fact. You should see what happens when my clothing choices are either orange or green. It’s a helluva mess.”
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Elaine M.,
BIL is anything but Irish. Not everyone is Blessed to be Irish by birth. The rest suffer as they must become Irish once a year. However, so never quite understand the Mysteries of being Blessed to be Irish. For some reason by family was asked to leave Ireland for religiosity some century’s ago.
So Buddha could be Irish at best one day a year and English the rest of the time. And you know how welled learned the English really are. Hell just look at the Queen. Not saying that Buddha goes in drag but you never know. The dowdy lot they are, kinda out of sorts when they are out of their torts or is that Spotted Dick. Now that is something I could never eat, even if I did like that priggish fools fool.
God Save the Queen or you may just find a Queen there or here:
# J Lounge,
# The Metro,
# Our Fantasy,
# Ralph’s,
# Sidestreet Saloon,
# The T-Room,
# Trade Bar & Cafe,
Jill, after some thought this is what I think happened:
There are a number of professions that rely in major part on reputation and one is wise to tread lightly when casting aspersions on the integrity of your fellows. The legal profession comes to mind.
Jill, I got called away and didn’t finish this until after supper, sorry, but some of the info has already been posted by our other sharp eyed bloggers. I’d hate to have (all of) you folks as a legal team across the table from me.
The original TLS posting essentially takes an unfortunate (movie related) title and uses it to state that a nationally known and respected scholar, lawyer and media commentator has called one of his brethren in law a nazi and solicited vote-rigging. That’s a serious indictment. That’s heavy.
This was not placed on his own legal blog but a forum for students. This is not a blog in the conventional sense but a bulletin board. I ran across the email and posted it here. Thereafter, Mr. Randazza has to post it on his site so he updated it and did so. The time stamp is 3:39pm today.
Unless updating a posting changes the time stamp and makes it disappear from all previous days postings I don’t know that that particular posting was supposed to go up on an actual legal blog.
I think it was a stealth posting aimed at a particular audience that wouldn’t look too closely.
Elaine,
Yes they do as a mater of fact. You should see what happens when my clothing choices are either orange or green. It’s a helluva mess.
“I like to think I’ve done my share of grabbing and hoisting .. but usually of my own petard.”
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Note to self and others, leotard aint petard…
BIL–
Do your English genes keep trying to suppress your Irish genes?
Elaine,
He’s as much of a mutt as I am. Irish, Scottish, Blackfoot and a dash of English. That means I like to drink (x2), can’t handle it and will sell myself small pox infected blankets every chance I get.
mespo,
In re “petards”
Alas my brother, we have all been there.
BIL–
I knew you were kidding. I have a tart tongue myself–and must temper my responses when I comment at the Turley blawg.
My husband is just half Italian. The other half is a mixture of English, Swedish, and American Indian. Fortunately, he inherited the pasta/pizza/eggplant lasagna/Italian wedding soup making gene from his papa.
Nal, a Pal of this le-gal locale, a real pascal he, and a swell guy, that Nal.
Thanks for the HTML in quick order.
Elaine,
Bingo.
If it’s any consolation, I make fun of the Irish too. And Buddhists, the English, Germans, tofu, hairless dogs, homosexuals, heterosexuals, lemurs, you name it – I’ll mock it. I’ve even made fun of librarians in my day and I LOVE librarians.
I look at comedy this way: If you can’t laugh at yourself, you can’t laugh at others with sincerity and an open heart. Humor without being able to laugh at yourself is usually just spite and misplaced anger and/or loathing of some sort. Comedy is a rough game and everyone is game. If any group is excluded from the merriment? Well that’s just another form of discrimination.
I’ll make fun of ANYONE. About just about anything too. I’m an equal opportunity offender. My motto is “F’ em if they can’t take a joke.” Humorless people suck. They usually end up either as terrorists, politicians or studio executives.
However, there are some topics I will not joke about even though I agree with Carlin that any topic can be funny in the proper context. His example was rape. He said, “If you don’t think rape can be funny? Picture Porky Pig raping Elmer Fudd. It’s all context people!” That being said, there are some things that I personally think are too sad to make fun of – ethnicity isn’t one of them though. I’d be glad to talk about the things I won’t make fun of, but really, that’s a depressing conversation. Very.
I’m sure your hubby is a good guy and his pasta-line heritage has nothing to do with that assessment. There are good Italians (Cicero) and bad Italians (the Borgia clan) as you pointed out. If I could make a joke at either of theirs expense? I’ll do it. But you hubby? I’m sure he’s a good guy because he had the good sense to marry a person of your quality of character, wit and intelligence. If you took the joke personally for him, please don’t. I was making fun on one person and that was Marco. Most humble apologies if you took it otherwise, but I’m still likely to characterize Marco as a crotch grabber who wears too much cologne and gold chains with his Puma track suit since he’s threatened kitties and called our beloved salon some silly things.
And he knows what he can do if he can’t take a joke.
Buddha:
“He has that natty Cicero avatar and a keen wit that does not rely upon the grab and hoist.”
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I like to think I’ve done my share of grabbing and hoisting .. but usually of my own petard.
BIL–
But how do I explain the Joey Buttfucco’s of he world?
The same way I’d explain the Dick Cheneys, George W. Bushes, Bernie Madoffs, Ken Lays, John Yoos, etc., of the world. No ethnic group or race has a monopoly on knuckle-draggers or demonic evildoers.
I’m not going to correct the typo. It’s funnier that way. 😀
Elaine,
That’s why I didn’t want to encourage the stereotype. I mean, look at our own beloved mespo. He is a highly advanced creature of Italian descent. Walks upright. Has thumbs. Speaks in whole sentences. He has that natty Cicero avatar and a keen wit that does not rely upon the grab and hoist.
But how do YOU explain the Joey Buttfucco’s of he world? 😉
BIL–
Marco ain’t no Joisy boy. I believe he hails from my neck of the woods.
You SHOULD be ashamed of yourself for implying certain things about fellows whose last names end with vowels. Lots of men of Italian heritage don’t fit those stereotypes–like my husband…who is definitely a biped!
Nal! I’m must say such language coming from a kitten is really really shocking. No. That’s not it. Funny. That’s the word I was looking for. OR was it accurate? My memory hasn’t been the same since me and Pop Corn had a seat next to Elaine.
If he had that rod that shoved up his ass removed, the chaffing would go away.