That’s the day before Easter, you know. We’ll be drinking for Jesus.

If I can make it I will; don’t schedule it around me this time because we’ll be in the middle of a move and God only knows whether I’ll be able to club the wife and escape during her momentary unconsciousness.

”...God only knows whether I’ll be able to club the wife and escape during her momentary unconsciousness.”

Are you moving or courting her?

Date’s fine by me. The proximity to the Vernal Equinox should help us all stay upright.

I keep thinking Pint’s Pub.

Yeah, the monster bash for the DNC is a whamdigious idea. Maybe Jeralyn would even show up again, though I suspect she’ll hip-deep in hobknobbin’ with the annointed. Or maybe she could drag some of ‘em along. The biggest issue with a monster bash is if the number of attendees gets big enough, you start thinking about renting a ball room, instead of descending on a watering hole. And I’m sure the Press Club will be thronged. Actually, I’m guessing the hotels are flat-ass booked up too.

Oh, forgot to mention that my mind has this sorta borgified blogger bash banner, which I lack the skills to really pull off well.

Resistance is futile, you will imbibe!

To say nothing of the possibilities brought to mind by Jeri Ryan. (Though Jolene Blaylock is way hotter, but that’s not really relevant, is it?)

You can blame Left Off Colfax for that reference.

More thoughts later. Right now I’ve got to run out with Darling Girl, who is feeling a bit under the weather today.

Well, I went ahead and did it anyway. Q&D

BTW, I’m liking this “of 9” part.

The Jeri Ryan character of ST: Voyager is more correctly called “Two of Thirty-Six”.

I’m a fan of Pint’s Pub but you’d have to check with them as to what their capacity is.  Sometimes you can reserve the upstairs.

Jed, A Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash vet who moved to the Canuckistania would like you to know that her BIRTHDAY is the vernal equinox.  HER BIRTHDAY.

HER BIRTHDAY.

I am so all about drinking for Jesus.  Please say you can all make it.  And please talk my husband into giving me the plane ticket for my birthday.

Jed, A Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash vet who moved to the Canuckistania would ALSO like you to know that she refers to her children on her blog as Borgs.  Yes, Borgs.

22 March is also the Taiwan presidential election.
Drink for whichever side you want to win.

And so apropos, on March 22nd, 1931, William Shatner was born.

I wonder if the Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash vet who moved to the Canuckistania refers to her Borgs by numerical rank.

I like the word “vernal”.

Oh, dear lord, it’s Shatner’s Birthday?  We’re doing it.  PS, Jed, the Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash vet who moved to the Canuckistania DOES INDEED refer to her borgs in numerical order.  This is where I’d say that you’d KNOW that if you ever visited her blog, but, um, well, it’s a stupid mommy blog, and you are forgiven.

We’re drinking to the Shat.

PSS: the Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash vet who moved to the Canuckistania asked her husband.  He said he’d think about it.  Heck, that’s better than a no, isn’t it?

I won’t be able to make it that day.  It’s the start of spring break, so I’ll be on the road to Arizona for my Grandmother’s birthday party.  Y’all have fun.

“We’re drinking to the Shat.”

Successful potty training?  Congratulations.

8-)

Doug, that’s OK.  I am never making out with you anyway, remember? 

And yes, it was...thank you very much. 8-)

Without diving into the conversation about potty training--successful or otherwise--I’m disappointed that Doug won’t be there.

Damn you, Grandma’s Birthday Party!

Well, it isn’t as if I’ve NEVER read a blog by a Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash vet who moved to the Canuckistania, but I’m not likely to remember such details. However, you are correct about the mommy blog thing. I’m not even a daddy.

She could try writing about guns. It’d be like, “A derringer in my nursing bra”, or something.

"Damn you, Grandma’s Birthday Party!”

Well, 95 only comes around once for each grandmother, so it seems like the right thing to do.  Plus, it’s a good excuse to go to Arizona in March or Yellowstone in July.

Is it really wrong if I add that at 95, you could probably show up in April and she wouldn’t notice the difference?  Because if it IS, I totally won’t say it.

Damn you, Grandma’s Birthday Party!

Put that in a graphic.

Does this count?

Off Colfax,
That was wrong.
Hilariously, uproariously funny...but wrong.

You’re welcome.

Unfortunately, I already have plans for the day. It’s possible I can stop by later, but I wouldn’t count on it.

And thanks for reminding me about Questionable Content. I used to follow it diligently, but I’ve been keeping away from webcomics for a year or so. Not for any particular reason; it just happened. Obviously, I’ll have to get back into that one.

D’oh! Just noticed your update. Thanks, Dave.

There is a good chance I’ll finally make it to one of these.

David, you know I’ll always try. As long as my drinking doesn’t upset the hiding of eggs in some way (it may actually make it better, right? Or harder to find them the next day, or, possibly, stupidly easy, as The Kid runs upstairs to look for eggs and says, “there they are! Mom’s totally passed out on top of them all.” Or some such… I must agree, the possibility of a Canuckistanian attending makes it a very special occassion.

I’d vote for downtown… Falling rock perhaps?

I’ll be there.  But probably not the missus.  So be sure to stock up on the drugs and hookers.

Oh, Stephen, that’s why they invited ME.

OK, but if anyone asks, I’l be forced to say, “That’s no lady, that’s my wife.”

Only if I can refer to your as Lyle all night long.

I’d lovett.

You win.

There really wasn’t any place left to take that, was there?

Well, other than to take it out back and give it a proper burial.

Wow.

Cool. I like the Falling Rock.

Uh, you’re going to put moi on the hook for graphics? Mr. professional graphics guy? Yikes. I mean, all I did was use Google image search for a Borg cube and a beer tap, snag the tap with a fuzzy select, and copy’n’paste. Of course, the Final Frontier typeface was a natch.

I’ll do the usual e-mailing of Publicola and Dave Kopel.

I can predict the food ordering—“Please, if it’s not too late, make mine a ... cheeseburger.”

And the post-bash review—“It was an acceptable level of ecstacy.”

Eh, I might get inspired on graphics tomorrow, but really I need to be pre-occupied with finding a job.

Anti-spam phrase: “feel69”

Are you sure it’s at the Falling Rock?  Last time I went there I was a party of one....until I read the correction the next day.  I really am trying to go to these things, I swear.

The last time I was at Falling Rock with this crew, I got kicked out. Sort of.

Anyway, check back on Friday to be sure, but that’s where I would like to do it.

Jed, don’t feel obligated to do anything. I just thought that was a really cute graphic and that you might like to expand upon the theme. It’s entirely up to you.

Good luck with the job hunt. I won’t comment on the turing words--although I suppose I should say that it fits the mood of the Blogger Bash. My blogging software has ESP.

You know what sucks?  That I know the people who run Falling Rock, so I could totally ensure that it can be an under 21 thingy.  Know why that sucks?  Because I totally can’t come.

I’ll be back when I stop crying about it.

That does suck. I’m very disappointed--it’s been too long since we saw you last.

Nah, I don’t feel obligated, just giving you a hard time. I’m actually pre-occupied with looking at PHP MVC frameworks right now—not sure why. I might even go for a bike ride later.

Mr. Lady, too bad you can’t make it. We can call you from the bar though.

Everytime I open this thread, I get Lyle Lovett tunes running in my head.

Darren, I thought you were like a party of at least 7, all by yourself.

If Mr Lady won’t be there, then I’m going to be stuck hitting on Andy all night again.

And I’m so tired of getting turned down.

He’s just waiting for you to pony up a nice ring. Andy knows that you don’t buy the cow when you can get the milk for free--he’s not going to let just anyone milk him.

Er. Yeah. I’m going to stop now.

I’m glad I haven’t eaten in the last few hours.

Yet… I’m strangely aroused.

You guys are not helping the “convince Robert’s wife he should go to the bash” cause.

Well, with Steve hitting on Andy, she’ll be in no danger.

Oh, I don’t know, Jed.  If I’m still all a-throbbin’ like I am now, I might take out an eye or two just by turning a corner.

Okay, I did a tall one and a short one.

If you want Jeri Ryan, you’re on your own.

http://freedomsight.net/?p=2287

Can you all just shut up already with the funnies and the thinking I’m not going to shoot you downs* and stuff?  Because, see, I have the replies to this coming into my email box and you all are killing me. 

I’m going to go drown my sorrows in a box of Timbits now.

*I probably wouldn’t.

Don’t worry, Mr Lady; you can console yourself (well, sort of) with the fact that I won’t be there, and thus I won’t be playing guitar, and thus you wouldn’t have anyone really top-notch to make out with anyway.

Andy plays guitar, too, yes, but he always uses too much tongue when making out.

Er, so I hear.

Hey, now I’m being disparaged.

FWIW, I play guitar too—well, I used to, before that thing with the table saw. But it left my lips intact, I’ll have you know.

I love how Shannon can inspire a Blogger Bash. She inspires me to drink all the time.

With Andy and Stephen otherwise occupied, I may get to hang out with you, Zomby…

Molly, I’ve got a big smile on my face right now. I’m glad you’re still planning on coming.

Jed, I’ll link up the graphics later. Thanks!

And now we realize Molly is a masochist.  The things you learn from Blogger Bashes!

Oh, just kidding, Zombylicious.  Don’t look at me like that.  All sad puppy dog.

Guess I better not wear my tight pants.

I’m there. Thanks for the help (or perhaps the ‘shouldering of the bulk of the task’ at trivia.

So, we’re good to go with Falling Rock then? I’ve always assumed that because they have a restaurant, minors are okay.

Yep. As long as she shows up before 8:30 or so, we’ll be fine--after that they start carding.

I’ll be updating the post tomorrow morning.

Jed: I’ve started working with CodeIgniter (http://codeigniter.com/). It’s open source, maintained by a company (support isn’t going away), lightweight (I’ve used several frameworks in the past that were so top-heavy that simply tasks became excruciating), highly extensible, and remarkably feature-rich. I have been using ExpressionEngine from the same company for a year now and have had great success with it.CodeIgniter seems to strike a good balance between power and simplicity. You may want to check it out.

Thanks, Jerry D, I’ll look at it.

I probably won’t make it. My wife is due that week, so I’ll be all babied up and stuff.

That’s a pretty darned good reason to not come to the party. Not only are you forgiven, but we’ll drink to the health of the little Matt & Beth-ling.

We’re closing on a house on the 20th. Some in-laws arrive on the 25th to help us move. You would THINK this would be the perfect window for me to go and drink, but the wife seems to disagree. It’s not helping that we’re broke. (Don’t ask why we’re buying a house, then.) So...odds are looking poor, gents. Sorry.

I shall be there, with bells on. I look forward to seeing Team Bloggerbash once more and being regaled with appaling stories of my poor typing skills.

See, I started this comment on Thursday of last week and have just managed to get an additional paragraph written.

Probably won’t be impressing anyone with my unusual linguistic prowess. Hell, I’m only good for one thing anyway - guns. And more guns.

Ho hum.

I officially bet Bob a beer that his wife will eventually let him come up for the Bash.

What the hell… Not like Bob hasn’t already bought me beers off stupid bets before. Might as well give him a chance to earn one back.

Shatner’s birthday? How can I not be there? Especially since you’ve kindly chosen a location near the light rail, so I can probably avoid jail.

I may even have to buy shots.

You lose that bet, OC. But I can’t come collect, so you’re in luck there.

Note new, Tramadol-free, domain. God damn all opportunists except me and people I like.

So you think I should change the links? Man, that’s gonna be a tough sell. Love me some Tramadol.

Umm. Just kidding about the Tramadol. Not even sure what that stuff is for--I should go to BobHayes.net and find out…

Combs, if you think a little thing like a light rail is going to save you from post-bash jail, well my dear....you have another thing coming.  The DUI is only ONE of many possible illegal scenarios.

God, I wish I was coming.

Truly, we all wish you were coming.

I will not comment.  I will not comment.  I will not comment.

You know, I just realized I have no way to contact you, and if I can’t contact you to find out where you live, how on earth am I going to pick you up?

The Dork will be there.  Libations will be consumed.

Unfortunately, She Who Must Be Obeyed will not be in attendance.

See ya there.

Pics are up.