So, is it safe to retrieve the porn and the seventy cans of Sour Cream and Onion Pringles from my Panic Room yet, do you think? Or do I go conservative and wait for sundown.
I know what Sartre would have done. But then, he didn’t have himself a nicely appointed Panic Room with High Def TV and a mini-fridge stocked with Amstel Lights, either.
So I’m not sure I like the comparison.
Um, Jeff, if something DID happen, you’d have a panic room, 70 cans of Pringles, a High Def TV and no fookin’ electricity!
What’d you do, have actus do your disater planning?
I bet you stocked up the freezer, too, didn’t you?
Amstel Lights? I think you panicked too soon.
“Olmert rejects Peace talks with Syria.” You should be more worried about the 500 nuclear bombs the Zionists have rather then the the Iranians “trying to get” nuclear material. Peace
Shorter Imhotep: JOOOOOSSS!!!
TW: Keep it up, we need the laughs.
Imofullocrap:
Oh ok, so it is Israel that threatened to turn the middle east into glass. Time to change the bong water dude, peace….
What, no Chimay Blue? No Guinness?
Actually, I stocked mine with vaccuum packed bacon, Bob Dylan records, hard liquor, and single women who won’t have to fear death by stoning for engaging in extramarital sex.
Because lets be honest, after Allah’s Fire in the sky (or whatever, peace be upon him); those items won’t be very hard to find.
won’t be very EASY to find. doh.
Let’s all do the history together……..for Imhotep’s sake. We’ll call it peer tutoring. Exhibit A: Isreal has had nukes for 30+ years now but hasn’t used them yet, even though their neighbors kids blow themselves up in their front yard, killing their own kids in the process. To the tune of hundreds per year. Year after fuckin’ year after fuckin’ year.
Exhibit B: Iran ain’t got a nuke yet, but their president has already aired his intentions of finishing the job the Pali kids can’t logistically get around to.
Now who the fuck should we worry about again?????
Total. Fucking. Dumbass.
TW: art
Is dumbassness an art?
My main stock is several cannisters of Cheetohs. You know, the ones that are radioactive orange in color. I figure they’re probably radioactive already and I’ve been eating them for years, so they are a perfect shelter food.
You’re assuming “Imhotep” has any desire to learn.
D U M B A S S E D N E S S
or – you could just call him a smacktard… (one of my favorites)
Posted by bender | permalink
on 08/22 at 11:57 AM
I like the one someone used here:
twatwaffle.
Lock yourself in with the chips, beer, and porn till tomorrow.
Call it research.
Blame the juice.
What would Sartre have done? Have a severe ennui attack? Surrender?
Jeff–are you questioning the timing?
mini-fridge>
You’re not expecting the apocalypse to last too long.
Yeah, what kind of degenerate puts light beer in his emergency supplies?
IPA is the beer for serious problems.
t/w: ‘tis the time of the season for bitter beer.
Seriously, with an IPA or a Russian Imperial Stout, you’ll ensure that you have good beer long after the power’s gone and you need a break from battling the roaving biker gangs a la’ Mad Max.
I’d suggest Dogfish Head 60 Min. IPA.
TW: again
I keep getting this same word again and again…….. Weird.
Sigvald–that’s my beer of choice, when I don’t drink stout, but I’m not too into the UFO; that heffeweizen is just too, too jumpy.
More information needed please, what kind of porn? Riverdancing midget hookers, perhaps?
I’ve been looking out of my window at the Pentagon all morning now, and so far no blinding flash of light (would I see it before I vaporize? Probably not). So anyway, those of you who are far enough away to say “What was THAT???!!!” when it goes—should I reserve any virgins for ya in Paradise?
I suppose it’s possible—but with your bones going incandescent, you might have other things on your mind.
“All-ee all-ee in come free!”
Agree with Grouch. Need help on the research?
tw: Matter. Nuthin’s a-matter.
I’m sure whatever choice you make will be the incorrect one as with most of your life choices, loser.
Did somebody fart?
Deb?
Well, you know the old joke about the last thing that runs through your mind . . . in my case it would be a piece of the Washington Monument.
Is it apocalypse yet?
Do I have time to punch a kid and snort some blow off a transexual’s hooters?
So much to do. So little time.
“I’m sure whatever choice you make will be the incorrect one as with most of your life choices, loser.”
Wow that takes some ball doesn’t it? A hit and run on a blog. Ok, you made your statement, now take that rubber fist out of your ass and run along…..
I don’t think so. If she farted, it would smell like rotten cantelope and devilled eggs.
No, this fart has a strong Patchuoli aroma.
Good guess though.
No Deb, change your Depends Sean.
What have we told you about talking to yourself?
I mean, admittedly nobody else wants to talk to you, but still…
There it is again. You smell that?
It’s like if a turd could vomit, and then you sprayed a little Patchouli on it.
Somebody even more pathetic—a Deb wannabe.
OooooOOoo Jeff you got burned!
I mean, if we were in the 3rd grade that is. You’d be like totally, “Moted, moted your butt is corroded!”
Now? It just has that creepy Deb/Kos vibe.
I think I’m beginning to understand why they call these things “threads,” because I’ve lost this one.
Who are you all talking to/about ?
A Panic room must be nice, 2 bad all those dead free dead Iraqis didn’t have 1.
Warming up “teh crazy” I see.
The real Sartre sang and danced for the Germans. When they left, he dropped the Horst Wessel Lied for the International without skipping a beat or changing key.
? ? ? ?
Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water, someone comes through trolling like a pro. Ugh.
Suicide is painless. Whereas anonymous trolling? Now that takes balls and commitment.
69.112.79.192
Never mind. I am just never going to make sense out of this.
When the thought of Sartre singing and dancing seems reasonable
compared to the other cryptic comments, well, you know,
never mind.
I don’t know about Sartre, but you should definitely stock a few boxes moist towelettes next time around.
Or are these low-sodium Pringles?
Natesnake,
I think you were right, vomit, 5 day old cheese and definitley a hint of patchouoli., Berkely variety I suppose. I guess it is a good time to burn a flag in the classromm right?
neophyte,
Jeff had a crazy, but which I mean insane, individual harrassing him here and acress the blogosphere.
I’m talking taking a case to court level of nuttiness.
Deb Frusch, was here name, dottiness was her game.
Frisch. Deb Frisch.
PIMF
TODD-
Actually, it seems like the Westport, CT variety. Irritating, sure; but lacking the full-bodiedness of the Berkley blends.
Neophyte,
More on the Deb Frish nonsense here
Thanks for that, “O’Brain.” (If I can gin up any level of interest,
I will look into it.)
But “crazy” online doesn’t sound particularly unusual.
IP address is from:
City: Hicksville
StateProv: NY
PostalCode: 11801
Country: US
neo,
“suicide is painless” troll repeated drive-bys are fragmenting the usually cogent and intellectually rigorous discussions of Sartre and Pringles.
tw: Yet another troll.
WESTPORT! That’s what it is! I was leaning toward TODD’s Berkley assumption, but Westport Patchouli hit the nail right on the head.
Excellent noses on the two of you!
T/W I’m into olfactory senses.
Hicksville, that’s where Billy Joel is from WOW!
Spoken like a true Lamont voter. Sing it to me!
Wasn’t Joel from Leavittown ? I think I’ve heard Bill O’Reilly talk about bullying him in the neighborhood where they both grew up.
From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island
Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand
And his daring life of crime
Made him a legend in his time
East and west of the Rio Grande.
But Billy Joel? Born in the Bronx.
Just don’t run out to stock up at Whole Foods. One of my customers just walked in and told me that they just found a couple of bombs near the market down the street (my office is in West L.A.). I don’t hear the helicopters anymore, but apparently they still have the street blocked off.
Neophyte, I think it was Rosie O’Donnell who bullied O’Reilly in Commack.
Sartre would have shot himself an Arab is what he would have done.
Would Los Angeles really miss the West Side? (I know we can do without Whole Foods.)
Probably be no worse than losing Coit Tower.
Hate to say it, but I think I’d have to put my money on O’Donnell.
I’m receiving a vision. I can bearly make it out. Becoming more clear, yes, yes, I see it.
There is person in Hicksville, wearing a bathrobe, music playing in the background… perhaps Indigo Girls?… moving around…. touching themself….. Ohhh, sweet Lord, there’s feces everywhere!…. using the feces to masterbate…. Koolaid mustache…. Winger posters….. an NPR commemorative membership bag…. dirty hamsters in a cage……fading…fading…
I lost it.
I need to take a shower now.
Nor did the far greater number of dead Iraqis killed by Saddam. But the troll pretends to care about dead Iraqis now, as it’s politically convenient. And the most recent poll of Iraqis shows a majority think their country’s on the right track—not that the troll really cares what they think.
Honestly I think Jeff is a National Treasure…
I am not sure that Americans (I mean “overwhelming majority”
thereof) care any more about Iraqis now, post-
Saddam, than they did during Saddam.
Jeff is a Force that Gives us Meaning…
Suicide is painless,
Please test your handle, and report back as is convenient.
TW: Step into the light.
Karl – Whatever you need to tell yourself to get thru the day. I’m here for you buddy.
I think teh crazy found the anonymizers that were used to harass Seixon a while ago.
Maybe Sartre is buried in Hicksville and is tormenting our host from the grave.
Jeff: I’m unclear–is that August 22nd Tehran time? Or GMT or EST? I’m thinking you should stay in the bunker until sometime tomorrow when it isn’t August 22nd anywhere.
Damn, I thought “teh crazy” only came out on Thursdays, now we have to be vigilant all the time???
tw: length of days when you deal with nutbars big and small
Aw h*ll. I’m completely out of crackers and Underwood Deviled Ham. Time for a driveby supermarketing.
And nope, I ain’t coming out until it’s tomorrow *my* time.
Could be this guy: “Don Q” from http://irepeatmyself.blogspot.com/
You know, suicide, you’re so witty that we’ve all been blinded by your obvious brilliance. Your job here is done. Now go. And fuck off.
69.112.79.192
ool-45704f70.dyn.optonline.net [69.112.79.192]
Same tracert for …112, so dynamic IP—dialup or cable modem.
No response to PING.
Last thing in TRACERT that actually works is dstswr1-ge3-16-rh-islpny.cv.net [167.206.35.2]
Google says cv.net is Cablevision Inc., so cable modem it is, and an el cheapo one that doesn’t allow a permanent IP. Whattaya bet “islpny” is Islip, New York?
The rest of it’s boring. Well, so is that if you don’t have the right attitude
Regards,
Ric
Egad! It looks like Prince is trolling here!
First, Pringles? For the apocalypse? For shame…Kettle Chips Sea Salt and Vinegar…now that’s good end times eatin’.
Second, an exercise in comaprative rhetoric:
Yes, one can see the nuclear threat in the first. Not so much in the second. Of course, I’m wearing my Mike Wallace “senile as whaleshit” reading glasses…
“There’s amnesia in a hangnot,
and comfort in the axe,
but the simple way of poison
will make your nerves relax.
With an ugh! and a grunt
and a kick of the heals,
death comes quiet
or it coms with squeals.”
Who wrote it? I dunno. It crept out of memory from somewhere a long time ago…
N. O’Brain… all decent panic rooms come with armadillo-sized bicycle generators. Sure, leprosy may be a bit of a steep trade-off for DVD access, but perfection is an unattainable ideal…
Damn! HiDef and beer? Why leave.
The “author” is Jubal Harshaw, a fictional character in Heinlein’s “Stranger in a Strange Land”.
Posted by Billy Hollis | permalink
on 08/22 at 09:37 PM
Darn you, Billy for stealing my RAH nasal implant!
tw: book. Naw, that’s impossible.