Garrett: “Not to harsh your mellow or anything, brother, but c’mon. Fafblog! That’s like, a different league…
“Tell you what. Let’s go get us a couple cranberry muffins, my treat. Because trust me, it ain’t even possible to stay bummed with a cranberry muffin in your head…”
You will not succeed in dampening the ardor for my accomplishment, Cursed Goldstein. The problem isn’t that your blog’s not original, the problem is that no one’s heard of it.
The names “INDC Journal” and “Falfblog” however, peal stirringly through the halls of power.
(runs and ducks)
Fafblog!
fafblog……feh……even the name is stupid. Don’t even get me started on the Barney-style color scheme.
No justice Jeff, no justice..
But what do you expect when a major media source does a poll about the blogosphere?
The Wizbang poll will be the true measure.
In the meantime, I suggest you keep your distance from Leif, his failure cooties will start to rub off on you sooner or later…plus, I mean come on- how do you put up with that stench? Gah..it’s simply awful….
Jeez, whoever runs that there “Fafblog” (er, excuse me, “Fafblog!”) seems to be allergic to the word “and.”
Thinking the same thing, Sean. This is first I’ve ever heard of Fafblog, and I kept wondering (wonderin) where all the trailing (trailin) d’s and g’s went.
Can we have fafblog DQ’d on the grounds of pure visual tastelessness. My eyes tried to retreat into my sinus cavity when I opened that horrid, Barney-schemed site. How anyone could stay long enough to read the content is beyond me.
But, Jeff! Fafblog! has more (!) exclamation points!
You have to end! every paragraph with an (!) exclamation point!
Because (exclamation points)! =bloggy excitement!!
And bloggy excitement (!) = bloggy nominations!
I think!!
Whee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!
With apologies to Paul Simon…
The first thing I remember, I lied about the time.
It couldn’t’ve been no more than one or two.
And I remember there’s a radio, coming from the room next door,
Al Franken laughed the way some moonbats do.
Well it’s late in the evening, and my campaign’s in deep doo!
The next thing I remember, I am cruising Vietnam,
I’m feeling alright, I’m with my boys and with my troops, yeah.
Down along the river some guys are shootin’ gooks,
And I heard the sound of Genghis Khan-like groups, yeah.
Shootin’ late in the evening, from the swiftie John F sloop, yeah
Now I pretend to play a firm leader, but was misled to Iraq’s war.
But what the hey, I’m another J F K.
From the DNC’s smoky backrooms, in Boston we all seemed to groove,
So I turned my cant up loud, “Baby what’d I say?”
It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away!
First thing I remember when you came into my life,
I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do.
Well I guess I’ve been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor,
But I’ve never loved no one the way that I love you.
And now it’s late in the evening, and Teresa still can’t buy a clue!
Sorry, last comment was meant for the next post.
I seem to be having a deja vu. Jesus, those colors….. I seem to be having a deja vu.
I nominated you!
Thank you. But I would have needed to put up a post begging everyone to go over and nominate me (for the same category, too)—and that’s just not my style.
Besides, had I actually gotten nominated, then I’d have a button up at the top of my site now directing people to vote for me, and I don’t think I could live with the shame of pimping myself like that.