Keep in mind that I was appearing amid much personal turmoil — my son has taken a step backward in the potty training process and is dropping turdlets along the carpet like Hansel and Gretal might breadcrumbs — and go easy on me. Neo-Neocon, on the other hand, is superb, as always.
The topics: “Rockstars for whatever,” and the “Incredibly shrinking content” — the latter for which I should have received a complementary iPhone, were there any justice in the world. Which, given that a certain ex-“decision scientist” still walks freely among us, clearly there is not.
Austin Bay hosts. Ed Driscoll produces. And Jeff tries desperately to recall the word “anthology.”
I feel your pain. A couple of times my youngest daughter painted the headboard in her room with the “brown crayon”. I was afraid she’d grow up to be a performance artist, but that phase has seemed to pass.
Won’t have time to listen until this evening, but was wondering if you discussed the disparity in the media coverage between Gore’s concerts and Hannity’s charity concerts he is holding now? If you didn’t, it might warrant a post, in between your pooper-scooper runs.
No, we didn’t discuss that. I’m unfamiliar with the disparity — which is, I suppose, part of the point, eh?
Jeff
Don’t sweat the potty training. Really.
When I was first dating my husband, his son, Edward, was 3 1/2 yrs old and mom was so frustrated by the powerstruggle between her and Edward she sent him to my husband to potty train over the summer.
My [now] husband was at wit’s end with trying to figure out why a bright, very articulate child was piddling and dropping surprises around the house like a retarded puppy.
I helped with a plan that had Edard trained in 2 weeks.
Positive reinforcement with both immediate and delayed gratification. I went and got a posterboard, drew a grid 7 boxes wide x 4 tall. We took him to the store to pick out a sheet of stickers that he liked. Then we told him at the end of the day, before bed, if he had had no accidents he got to put a sticker in a square. One row of stickers filled got him a trip to the toy store to pick out a toy. Also, there was a special jar of M&M’s and every time he did his business in the toilet, he got 5 M&M’s.
There was no admonishments, yelling or reaction on our part at all if he “missed”. He just didnt get any sticker that night (he went to bed disappointed and had to think about it before falling asleep)
In essense, we “gave up” his success as a big deal for US, and let it be a bid deal for HIM.
Every child likes finger-painting. Nurture his creative side.
Lemmee see, the most optimistic scenario Bay can imagine is ‘Iraqi Center Holds’?
Sounds like Bush Democracy at work. Or is Mushareff Democracy more appropos? Wait a minute. Same smell.
Does that have anything whatever to do with the show, Semanticleo?
And yes, that was rhetorical.
Just thought some content was appropos
Well, there’s your problem. Because frankly, you are to thinking what John Denver was to heavy metal: one cannot even conceive of the other outside the context of the wreckage left in its wake.
TW: whore solely
Now there’s your “appropos,” Sem.
“whore solely” is the title of unmitigated Gore’s next book.
You’d prefer what, fringe domination?
Oh, yeah. Of course you would. Silly me.
tw: even mistakes
This thing’s got chi.
“Well, there’s your problem. Because frankly, you are to thinking what John Denver was to heavy metal: one cannot even conceive of the other outside the context of the wreckage left in its wake.”
Therein lies your problem. You think cipherspeech to be cover for
“nothin to say today, so I’ll dazzle the miscreants with verbose minutiae spoken in BabelFish”. Your admirers feign to understand
the gibberish, then comment according to their understanding. Not that you can’t turn a phrase, you just don’t know when to stop.
Did somebody say “Maggot brain”?
– the Parliament-Funkadelic of clocks
Which might get down a little more if it were animated…
Ah, there’s the ego: your inability to piece together the analogy means I must necessarily be trying to “dazzle” with “gibberish.”
But of course, John Denver is a folk/country singer, whose relationship to “heavy metal” is tied to his death in a plane crash. Similarly, your claims to thinking end up leaving behind a similar pile of wreckage.
So you see, maybe it’s not that my readers are “feigning” anything; instead, maybe you aren’t nearly so clever as you imagine yourself.
Just tossing it out there. As a possibility.
life ain’t nothin but a funny funny riddle
Talk about your pot calling the toaster black.
Sung during the seventh-inning stretch at Orioles games. For a reason I could never quite understand, but one that was so rigth anyway, regardless.
“But of course, John Denver is a folk/country singer, whose relationship to “heavy metal†is tied to his death in a plane crash. Similarly, your claims to thinking end up leaving behind a similar pile of wreckage.”
Yes, yes that was clear. I am talking about the preponderance of JG posts.
Cleo
everything thread you haunt has to be all about you?
TW: 1864 democrat…well that certainly explains Cleo
BTW;
Your leadership on this issue has infected Collins with the same Viral Screed Syndrome.
“everything thread you haunt has to be all about you?”
Yeah, that’s why I post with a pseudonym. Fame and riches is
what I crave…………..dang, I may be more conservative than I thought.
Thank you Semanticleo – you have recast my Saturday morning into like the lost chapter of The Purpose Driven Life. And I haven’t even made toast yet.
Apropos of purpose-drivenness, here is a nice concise look at the altruisticality of this reCaptcha thingy.
Oh. So by pointing out a comment I made in a (non-gibberish) post — in response to your provocation — what you were really talking about was the gibberish you find in the preponderance of my posts. Is now your argument.
Well then. It’s all so clear now.
And with clarity comes problem solving. To wit: you don’t have to read any of what I write if you don’t like it.
Or you could, but that’s kind of like frequenting the same bad restaurant over and over just so you can keep complaining about the food.
At some point, one begins to wonder why you just don’t go and try to find something more to your liking. Like, say, porridge.
Or maybe I’m just trying to dazzle again with gibberish — none of which, I note, you even attempted to point out.
Because I’m sure I can help walk you through it, if need be. But then, that might mean you’d have to give up the assertion that it was gibberish in the first place, which seems to be the reed you hang onto while you try to navigate through the muddy lake waters that cover this place like some strange conservative primordial stew…
Cleo
The cocktail party bore who has to dominate and turn every conversation to his/her own peeves, mispreceptions and imagined superiority isn’t out for “riches”…
Working successfully is too honest an endeavor for attention whores.
One can always tell when semi-antics gets defensive. It’s knows turns up.
tw: “writes bitter”. Not surprising.
“At some point, one begins to wonder why you just don’t go and try to find something more to your liking. Like, say, porridge.”
I browse blogs of all stripes, but rarely comment on those who share
my opinions. In your case, I keep hoping there is a post worth commenting on. Hope springs eternal.
When Miss Cleo comes a-slummin’, I just feel so honored!
And when it doesn’t happen, that’s when you comment.
O-o-o-o-kay.
Miss Cleo … groan. That is all.
What work for my son took a little imagination on my part and sounds crazy but it worked like a charm. I pitched a tent in the living room, put his potty chair inside with stack of picture books. He loved having to go into the tent. He was so excited about the concept I think he was sneak eating prunes just to go in and poo. We would make smores as another reward. Once the tent went up it took less than a week. Now he is sixteen and cannot keep him out of the bathroom. Hmmm maybe I should pitch the tent again and let him live in it until he goes off to college.
Semanticleo, I call you out as a bit fat feigner. You may hold that JG post are ciphers in general, but you gave that bit of mockery as an actual example.
You quoted it, and said “theirin lies your problem”.
Semanticleo, you feigner.
“And when it doesn’t happen, that’s when you comment.”
As per usual, late to supper and early to bed, this McGeeHeeHee.
The comment was about the link to Austin Bay. Try to catch up.
mmmmmm…. toast
“Semanticleo, you feigner.”
I think it’s spelled, ‘foreigner’,
c’mon baby – you can do more than dance.
Semanticleo, you are cold as ice.
You are wrong about Jeff, some of us, myself included, really enjoy Jeff’s sense of humor, especially the Colorado/Denver jokes….ultra-light and very down to earth.
I think it’s spelled “fuckhead”.
Could be that it’s spelled “frisch.” Sure smells frischy to me.
Darleen, good suggestion. I have another:Elmo underpants.
This is the same Semanticleo whose magisterial pronouncements on WWII indicated she had never heard of Lend-Lease, right?
About which you had… what to say again?
By the way, the environment just called, Miss Cleo — you’ve been wasting oxygen and it wants it back.
…he said, commenting. Again.
Still waiting for examples of my obfuscatory gibberish, Semi. Or have you tap-danced back from that assertion like you do so many others, especially once you’re cornered like an arrogant, self-satisfied rodent who’s just realized that the cat he thinks he’s been toying with is trained in cat-Krav Maga and Jeet Kune Do, and has a cat doctorate in “arrogant, self-satisfied rat whoop-ass“?
Here’s what we do with rats.
Cleo projects with:
“Therein lies your problem. You think cipherspeech to be cover for
“nothin to say today, so I’ll dazzle the miscreants with verbose minutiae spoken in BabelFishâ€ÂÂ. “
I think that post, just wrote itself,
Clarice;
Time to start hammering the war-drums for the book bonfire.
Maguire awaits your meaty elbows, and beckons because he has
kept the jar with his balls far too long for his own comfort.
Compare and contrast:
Oh, the irony.
Wherever I sat – on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok -۠I would be sitting under the same glass ball jar, stewing in my own sour air.
Jeff:
At least the tyke isn’t twins. My sister’s got two girls on the verge of three years old, and they tag-team their messes. My sister knows that if they’re ever laughing hysterically in the next room, it’s because one of them has peed on the floor and they’re splashing around in it, or they peed in the potty and they’re pouring it over their hapless baby sister’s head, or they’re having a Play-Doodoo party with their new “clay” (or they’ve caught a wolf spider and are playing with it).
My brother had to potty train a boy with Asperger’s; they have a hard time with change and get perfectly hysterical when faced with it. My mom and other sibs wondered what they were doing to torture the poor kid, but now that he’s diagnosed, we know.
Me, I just have two cats who puke on the rug and a neighbor’s cat that comes in through the cat flap and pees in my beanbag chair unless I keep it locked in the back room. Your kid will grow out of your misery; my cats never will.
Cheers!
My sister’s got two girls on the verge of three years old, and they tag-team their messes.
AHA!! My twin grandsons turn 5 in a couple of months… the hysteria of training those two little firetrucks is just starting to fade into amusing anecdotes…
TW: cheek discord… by golly, Jeff…stop that!
“Oh, the irony.”
I’m sure the war in Irak started with the best of intentions.
Oh, the non sequitur… -ony.
Jeff, this “Miss Cleo” random comment generator thingie needs some serious reprogramming.
I’m sure the war in Irak started with the best of intentions.
I’m sure your parents fucked with the best of intentions.
porcupine babies!!!!!
I still don’t get it. Are the people who drop in an spout abuse trying to convince us of anything? Because all it does is convince me I’m right in considering them to be morons — rude, self-centered, pig-ignorant morons.
Or are they just stroking themselves?
Oh, Semantic. Nobody cares. Put a sock in it.
“Comment by Semanticleo on 7/14 @ 8:49 am #
Just thought some content was appropos”
Well, no, it wouldn’t be.
That’s becasue you’re a dick.
omment by Semanticleo on 7/14 @ 1:54 pm #
“Oh, the irony.â€Â
I’m sure the war in Irak started with the best of intentions.
Dude! you’ve gone from being a half-wit to being a parody of yourself. Unless, of course, that was what you were shooting for.
Jeff. No kid has ever gone off to college needing a diaper.Eventually he’ll get bored of torturing you and your wife and just go on the pot. Where he will immediately use the time to think of new ways to worry you. At least until he hits puberty.
tw.themes,Relation Something cleo has a had time grasping.
‘hard’ dammit
My kids (both girls went quietly into the good night(potty chair) by the age of 2. Only amusing anecdote I have to share is one (you had to be there) where my oldest thought she was ready for the “Big Girls” potty….Folded herself in half,needed to be rescued!
I don’t have kids, but I have two sisters who are much younger than I am (nine and fifteen years younger).
Obviously, your youngun has no older siblings. But, as an older sister, what I did to help the parental units out was to *shame* my sisters into going the right way.
My sisters talked in and understood complete sentences not long after their first birthdays and I suspect that young Goldstein does also. If you can find a way to do what I did, you’ll be the victor and not have to clean the carpet/rugs up ever again, unless you acquire some other sort of animal. (Also, I’ve heard from the sister who is nine years younger and who has two boys and two girls, that girls are easier to train than boys are. Think about it: all girls have to do is sit down.)
I think that all of us who are familiar with potty training woes have given you enough ideas. Go forth an conquer! And us know about the upcoming battles…there will be tougher ones. :-) I’m envious.
TW: accidents conquered
Yes!
And let us know
Jeff, this to shall pass.
Rusty writes: “No kid has ever gone off to college needing a diaper.”
But if one did, it was Semanticleo.
jeff, have you tried whacking him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper?
oh, wait…that’s for little bitches shitting all over the place.
MISS CLEO! BAD PUPPY! ~WHACK~
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