Jeez. That LensCrafters dude is back with his satin-collared smoking jacket on again and his unbuttoned shirt collar. And he still hasn’t shaved and he just leers and leers and then if you refresh he goes away. Disturbing. oh. Happy birthday Mr. Goldstein! Tomorrow I mean. For my birthday I’m having red velvet cake for sure. It’s my new favorite. But that’s not for awhile.
I’m not seeing it Happy. I’ve got some “Third Jihad” documentary thing. The lenscrafters dude is from Detroit ( I think) so I’ve prollyl endured enough of him during my lifetime.
Happy, have you ever had Italien Creme Cake? OMG, it’s the best. It’s a billion calories a piece (900 or something) but it’s wonderful. Best. Cake. Eva.
Italian Cream Cake… I will look and see if maybe I can pick one up. Pretty sure I’ve never had. I wouldn’t venture to make one myself though. But it definitely looks like a cake I wouldn’t kick out of bed.
All that’s happened is that the pseudo-revolution of the corporate rockers has now spread to the political sphere. It’s the exact same formula: Millions of doting flower children hold hands and singalong with “This Is The Hoping Of The Change Of The Hopeychange…” and then Tom Daschle jets off in the Gulfstream worrying only that the couple hundred extra grand in non-declarable income he tossed in the hold might impact the weight balance.
As for “Republican being the new punk”, only in the sense that McCain-Palin wound up like Sid and Nancy in the Hotel Chelsea.
I do not want to depress you, but here some career paths for writers in Colorado:
1) Move to Aspen. Make Friends with Johnny Depp. Kill yourself at the end of football season. Be shot out of a canon.
2) Hole up in Estes Park. Write a commerically successful fictional story about writer’s block and being tempted to kill your own family–and getting past it. Have a producer/director buy the right then make a movie that is arguably better than the book but changes the story and have that bug the crap out of you for the rest of your life.
There is always meet a rich miner in Leadville. Get married. Burn your money in the cabin stove. Have your husband find a much richer strike. Move to Denver. Survive the sinking of the Titanic. Have a musical written about you and have Debbie Reynolds play you in the movie.
You could do some crude animation of fourth graders in a fictional Colorado town. Get a gig on ComedyCentral. Make friends with Andrew Sullivan. Make a movie that mocks Hollywood and Kim Il Jong with puppets…
I can already tell this story will end like Option 1, nevermind.
It’s still Sunday in my time zone, so this isn’t belated or anything.
Oh, and folks? Jeff has patchouli oil on his Amazon wish list. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a stealth hippie here, trying to pass as an OUTLAWâ„¢.
Happy Birthday.
Jeez. That LensCrafters dude is back with his satin-collared smoking jacket on again and his unbuttoned shirt collar. And he still hasn’t shaved and he just leers and leers and then if you refresh he goes away. Disturbing. oh. Happy birthday Mr. Goldstein! Tomorrow I mean. For my birthday I’m having red velvet cake for sure. It’s my new favorite. But that’s not for awhile.
I’m not seeing it Happy. I’ve got some “Third Jihad” documentary thing. The lenscrafters dude is from Detroit ( I think) so I’ve prollyl endured enough of him during my lifetime.
Happy, have you ever had Italien Creme Cake? OMG, it’s the best. It’s a billion calories a piece (900 or something) but it’s wonderful. Best. Cake. Eva.
Happy Birthday!
/Gotta get it in early before this thread is 300 posts long!
Happy Birthday!
Oh, and Happy b-day Jeff.
Here’s a link to the recipe: Italian Creme Cake . It’s important you use good coconut. That that nasty dried-out stuff.
Well here is another guy who is going to lose some ad revenue too. Although it does help to explain his appetite.
And red velvet cake is good stuff. Especially after a little…well just say no.
Not that…
I’ve only had two glasses of wine.
Just for you on this special day: Creamy Parsnip Soup.
Italian Cream Cake… I will look and see if maybe I can pick one up. Pretty sure I’ve never had. I wouldn’t venture to make one myself though. But it definitely looks like a cake I wouldn’t kick out of bed.
It’s not hard. I’m not much of a baker … I can, but I really have to concentrate, and I turn out a good one.
I know my mil found one at Sams or Costco … but it wasn’t as good. Home made, it’s exceptionally good.
My FIL didn’t like coconut, so my mil could never put that in it. When he passed away, we could finally enjoy the cake in all it’s glory.
Happy Birthday Jeff!
As we say at our church, God grant you many years, many blessed years.
You really miss your fil, don’t you, Carin? ;-P
Try this on your birthday!
That will wake you up better than a double expresso shot.
Well, I always resented that he wouldn’t let us have the Italian creme cake in all it’s glory ;)
He passed away while on vacation. We should all be that lucky.
(he had a long-term heart condition, and exceeded expectations for survival so that’s a good thing.)
That said, he could have let us enjoy a bit of coconut every now and then during his life. It is a bit boring w/o it. Really, no point to it.
Happy Birthday, Jeff.
A day without coconut is like a . . . aw, I might as well kill myself.
You joke, Dan, but once you’ve had Italian Creme Cake in all it’s glory … you won’t be thinking it’s all so funny.
Coconut has lots of fiber.
Tom Hanks didn’t like too much coconut in some film I saw.
Happy Birthday, Jeff, but be forewarned…they do get pesky after awhile.
I’ll knock back a nice draught of Grey Goose in your honor.
Skoal!
HB, JG!!
Jeff’s birthday is important, but don’t forget that tomorrow is Groundhog’s Eve!
Happy Birthday, Jeff.
Mine’s tomorrow, too.
Some Steyn for your B’day:
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Coconut has lots of fiber.
So you can have your cake and….remain regular?
HF, you are right on the Red Velvet Cake. Must be a southern thing.
Happy Birthday Jeff.
happy birthday.
i hope you nearly kill a tenured radical during an impromptu catch wrestling panel at the next MLA.
I’ll bet Jeff can blow out all the candles on his cake just by flaring one nostril while standing in the other room.
Groundhogs got feminine hygiene products?
Happy Birthday, Jeff.
It’s tomorrow! Yay and happy birthday, Jeff.
Hey! Jeff can’t do birthdays!
He’s an outlaw!
Outlaws don’t have birthdays. They don’t do birthdays cakes, either.
Of course, if his wife is a pirate…
I thought that pirate was born on February 29?
Well, I guess it’s eleven o’ clock in Colorado. But it’s tomorrow here.
Outlaws do Cupcakes.
It’s always tomorrow somewhere. It’s like 5:00 that way, I think.
Happy Birthday Mr. Jeff. I miss you lots, but will always be a faithful PW’er and hope you have a great day day.
Mine was 3 days ago, Jeff. Happy Birfday to us!
cjd
so what? You gotta be a chick and celebrate birthday “week” or something?
cjd
that was an attempt (lame? sure) at a joke, was not even trying to be mean.
TSK9,
No worries, I’m drunk anyway. Hopefully you, Jeff, and all the other PW’s are too.
Happy Birthday, Jeff!
I think Mark Steyn called us all punks.
Sweet.
Happy Birthday dude.
Don’t touch Carin’s coconuts.
I miss all the best PW parties…there was cake and wine, people were drunk, Carin had her coconuts out…
And I’m sittin’ here drinking cold coffee at 5 in the morning because I can’t sleep.
Story of my life. Oh well, happy b-day, JG!
You have coffee Cowboy!?
I knew I needed something to put my bourbon in.
Wait…
It’s 5:00am there?
Ah, shit. I’m gonna need a juice box and a nap.
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday,Jeff.
Picture the ghost of JFK on Anna Nicole channelling the ghost of Marilyn Monroe.
Um, that should read
Picture the ghost of JFK on the ghost of Anna Nicole channelling the Ghost of Mariliyn Monroe.
Happy Birthday.
Didn’t you wish you were getting this for your birthday!” A wii for everyone! Awesome.
Happy Birthday Prof
Happy Birthday, boss!
Thanks, all!
Happy Birthday Jeff G.
Many happy returns, and may you have more birthdays ahead of you than you have already put behind…
Happy B-Day! And many more (you’ll make a great curmudgeon, I’d bet)!
Happy Day, Jeff. Mine is Friday, come down to Athens and we will get fucked up and work on my new car.
Happy birthday, Jeff!
Maybe this will be of use to you in light of the recent unpeasantness….
UnPLeasantness… no offense to Dennis.
GMG! You’ve been scarce I think. But then me too kinda. Hi.
I dunno…”unpeasantness” kinda works.
Me no wise.
Me no vote for the Obama.
But me no peasant.
Me unpeasant.
Happy Birthday, Jeff. Maybe you’ll be able to snap someone’s leg today.
I’d volunteer, but I don’t think I’m that good a friend to anyone.
Happy Birthday, Jeff (Today!)
I do not want to depress you, but here some career paths for writers in Colorado:
1) Move to Aspen. Make Friends with Johnny Depp. Kill yourself at the end of football season. Be shot out of a canon.
2) Hole up in Estes Park. Write a commerically successful fictional story about writer’s block and being tempted to kill your own family–and getting past it. Have a producer/director buy the right then make a movie that is arguably better than the book but changes the story and have that bug the crap out of you for the rest of your life.
3) There must be an option 3.
“1) Move to Aspen. Make Friends with Johnny Depp. Kill yourself at the end of football season. Be shot out of a canon. ”
I miss Hunter Thompson too.
Hmm… Colorado. So that would be a Western Canon, then? :-)
Maybe it was a Canon camera. My bad.
There is always meet a rich miner in Leadville. Get married. Burn your money in the cabin stove. Have your husband find a much richer strike. Move to Denver. Survive the sinking of the Titanic. Have a musical written about you and have Debbie Reynolds play you in the movie.
Happy Birthday, Jeff. May the road rise before you…wait, wouldn’t that make it more difficult? The Irish are peculiar.
You could do some crude animation of fourth graders in a fictional Colorado town. Get a gig on ComedyCentral. Make friends with Andrew Sullivan. Make a movie that mocks Hollywood and Kim Il Jong with puppets…
I can already tell this story will end like Option 1, nevermind.
But…Joe.
I’m so ronrey.
And fuck that Hans Brix guy.
Happy Birthday, you magnificent bastard. Enjoy.
“A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill.” Robert Heinlein
Happy Birthday, you sick twisted freak.
It’s still Sunday in my time zone, so this isn’t belated or anything.
Oh, and folks? Jeff has patchouli oil on his Amazon wish list. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a stealth hippie here, trying to pass as an OUTLAWâ„¢.
Mazeltov
Jeff has patchouli oil on his Amazon wish list.
IIRC, he was planning to use that as one element of his disguise for the Democratic Convention.
Indeed.
I went with “smoke a lot of weed” instead, though. Which somehow wound up making me smell like Funyons.
Probably because of all the Funyons I ate. I blame the transitive property.
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