Sunday, August 27, 2006
Like/Don’t Like
So, I really like Tiger and his latest streak of wins. What a hell of a golfer; by the time he’s done it will be shocking if he isn’t recognized as the finest player of all time.
But I really don’t like Jaegermeister. Which, I’m pretty sure means I’m getting old, but doesn’t get its own link.
I also don’t like Nasrallah, leader of Hezbollah. I mean, I’ve never really liked the guy, but the “I wouldn’t have committed an act of war if I would ever have imagined it would lead to, you know, war” argument really pushes me over the edge. Idiot.
I’m not sure that I like what this might mean for oil prices in the near future.
I really like the Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash. Which probably goes without saying. It also probably goes without saying that I dig conservative women. Although, frankly, the libertarian and liberal women are pretty cool, too.
I’m also pretty fond of Mark Lanegan. But I wish he’d put out a new album because I really don’t like waiting.
Patience might be your virtue, but it certainly isn’t mine.
I sure as hell don’t feel particularly fond toward Iran right now.
And American tourists who whine about American tourists just exhibit a special kind of arrogance that leaves them looking far worse that the “ugly Americans” that they skewer with their words.
I like the Broncos. I’ll like them even better if they win today.
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And, David, you know we really dig you, too :D (Even if you didn’t get your flex on for us :D )
Cool turing: six56
Pretty Cool? That’s all I get? What the f*%k, dude? I let you hold my baby, I totally crush on you and shit, and I get a pretty cool? I mean, I’m no Rae or anything, but sheesh!
No, no, no, I’m no Mr. Lady. I aspire to be as cool and gorgeous as you, ma dear.
Dude, shush. Do you think I haven’t seen the bicep pictures? F’ing smoking is what you are. And the blond? Hell. Yes.
Really? You like the blond? I was thinking about going back to natural...but since you like it so much, it stays!
And you’re f’ing hot. I know. I’ve seen the pictures. Besides, offspring that look like yours doesn’t just happen. Is Portland closer to the part of Canada you’re in? They’re having something in March and I’m going…
I don’t think Tiger’s so great. I’ve seen him play and he only hits the ball like three times on a hole. I can play the same hole and hit the ball nine times. That makes me three times the golfer he is, by my reckoning.
Actually, it was his dreamy eyes that really caught my attention.
Now, let’s get back to the women arguing about who’s hotter and who has the biggest crush on me. (Although, to be fair, I know that Mr. Lady’s crush is far more Andy-oriented. Which hurts.)
Obviously the only way to definitively settle the hotness question is through the publication of extensive photographs of the women in question, for an intensive visual review. Ladies, start your posting.
And they’re only spending time with you because they know of my unattainability. They drown their sorrows and settle for second best, because the A-list is off the table. Sad, but understandable. You should show them pity.
Damnit. I’ll never be an “A-list” kind of guy.
You’re an A-lister in my heart.
You’re just saying that to prop up my slightly crushed ego.
Which is awfully darned nice of you.
Well, while Mr. Lady crushes on Andy, I think you are quite assured, David J, on whom I crush.
And there will be no pictures, Robert. You’ll have to just look at what’s already up on my site.
Well, while Mr. Lady crushes on Andy, I think you are quite assured, David J, on whom I crush.
Yeah, it’s true. But don’t worry: I’ll keep your secret.
Heheh.
Hey! Wait a minute! How did this turn into I have a crush on Andy. I assure you it is Andy, not I, with the crush.
Oh, that’s gonna leave a mark.
Oh, he knows it, too. He totally crushes on me. I remind him of his ex from Canada.
It’s true, ask him!
A mark? I think I heard the collapse of an entire personality’s self esteem.
RR, ha! Heh.
I assure you it is Andy, not I, with the crush.
Ladies and gents, I believe we have in front of us a classic case of blogospheric projection.
Mr Lady digs me for my wit, my vim, my vigor, my intelligence, my keen ability to dismantle Christian apologetics with the same. And she… well… she has boobies.
Mmm, boobies.
I’m sorry, what were we talking about?
Oh, and she doesn’t much remind me of my Canuckistan ex because Mr Lady (from what I know) (a) is not an agnostic-turned-Mormon-turned-something-else, (b) is not a brunette, and (c) is totally crushing on me.
Woot woot!
Turing word: parts ... as in boobies!
A mark? I think I heard the collapse of an entire personality’s self esteem.
Dude, if my ego collapsed, the resulting black hole would suck in the whole universe.
Be careful what you wish for!
I always thought of your ego as the unstoppable force.
But, you know, that’s just one interpretation.
It’s sort of a yin/yang thing.
Which is the yin and which is the yang? I’m confused…
You know what, Andy? Thanks to that comment up there, now I think I DO have a crush. Thanks.