With sincere appreciation of the many chuckles I have enjoyed while reading your blog here in my otherwise Dilbert-like cubicle, I toast you and your blog (separate entities that they are, indeed) and congratualate you on your ascension to hitherto undreamed of heights of glory.
Now as to scones, fuggedaboutit! Who the hell do you think you are? Scones!
I don’t want to alarm anyone, but doesn’t the picture make Jeff look a little…well…Jewish? Is that really the kind of people PW should be associated with?
….who’s personally responsible for one of the great moments in live television. How do you say, “Hey kids, I want you to go and get all those pieces of green paper on daddy’s dresser and send them to me at the station” in Spanish?
I’m still proud that I stood by my principles and refused to let them use my picture because they passed over the tastefully done, nude and passed out drunk, shot from the photo shoot!
Um, since you are Person of the Year, I suppose I could go down to Trader Joe’s and get you a bag of three. Let me see….cinnamon, blueberry or chocolate chip?
“in film theory, SLAB refers to the post-structuralist approach to film theory. The name “SLAB” comes from the last names of Ferdinand de Saussure (linguist), Jaques Lacan (psychoanalyst), Louis Althusser (structural Marxist) and Roland Barthes (cultural theorist)” – and they probably all had beards and were pushing 49, too.
Well, I’m thinking of Michael J. Nelson when he says he has one of the largest faces in show business. “Just a big pork roast of a face.â€Â
Even Mike would admit that for all-time slabsideness, nothing beats Joe Don Baker, especially in ‘Mitchell’.
I didn’t realize how good I looked with a full beard, but why did they use a pic of me from 12 years ago?
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Hey, wait a minute!!!
I’m digging this blizzard. That’s all I can say.
Hey, that looks like that Citizen Journalist guy . . . uh . . . Jim something.
I can only imagine what Joy Behar would say.
Coincidence?
I voted for Ned Lamont.
I tried to vote but ended up hitting Buchannan.
Jeff,
How long did it take you to make that cover? Have you taken up art classes? Is that why you’ve been scarce?
It is you.
With sincere appreciation of the many chuckles I have enjoyed while reading your blog here in my otherwise Dilbert-like cubicle, I toast you and your blog (separate entities that they are, indeed) and congratualate you on your ascension to hitherto undreamed of heights of glory.
Now as to scones, fuggedaboutit! Who the hell do you think you are? Scones!
And before any one asks, congratualate is to congratulate gradually.
Austin Mike,
Does that mean that “foniculate” would be defined as “tantric sex”?
Just asking.
God help us, every one.
Is it just me or does he look a little bit like a neanderthal Mark Cuban…
OR
like a young Cuban Soupy Sales.
you know…
“That’s him, Officer! THAT’S THE MAN! Oh, you BEAST!…”
SB: wrote95
Well, I had SOME help…
I gotcher scones right here, pal…
Ya want scones? Here’s how to get them:
I don’t want to alarm anyone, but doesn’t the picture make Jeff look a little…well…Jewish? Is that really the kind of people PW should be associated with?
Oh, now I get the whole Judith Regan Jewish Cabal thing!
TOOL OF THE MULTIMEDIA CABAL OF THE JOOOOOOS!
Robert, not just anybody can summarize the Jews.
Scones?
Irish soda?
Raisin?
Paula Deen’s parmesan scones?
My Scottish mother-in-law’s freelance scones?
Be specific, man!
Would you look at those nipples?
wait, the ghost of John Ritter (burning in hell, according to this portrait) is Man of the Year??
And have hot scones for tea.
That’s buttered scones.
I ordered scones at a restaurant once, but the waittress gave me some dry and tasteless biscuits by mistake. I was in a hurry, so I didn’t complain.
If that’s Jeff, who’s that short-haired, slab-faced fellow impersonating him in the Hot Air videos? Can we have the hairy Jeff back?
I always wondered what a young Castro looked like without a cigar and military cap.
Thank goodness he didn’t have his eyebrows done for his big cover. I hate it when men do that.
Me, I like my scones with clotted cream. Where else do you get that stuff?
Nice beard Jeff.
Why don’t you wear a goatee, like all the other bearded guys?
(yes, that was a dig at all you pussy-faced clones out there, suck it up.) ;P
Hey Lunar, where’ve you been?
You didn’t go get yourself one of those “lifes” I heard about, did you?
BTW, Jeff, I’ll be traveling to the Home of Scones right after Christmas: Scotland.
Hogmanay in Glasgow, then a drunken Scottish wedding, my b-i-l is getting hitched.
If you’re good I’ll see if I can set up a connection for you.
Holy shit, Yusuf Islam is Times man of the year?
Well, hello Lee.
I’ve had mucho crap going on that I had to deal with.
Virtual lives are so much cleaner. Who says they’re not real?!
Still can’t get over Sharkboy saying bloggers were solipsistic…
like a young Cuban Soupy Sales.
….who’s personally responsible for one of the great moments in live television. How do you say, “Hey kids, I want you to go and get all those pieces of green paper on daddy’s dresser and send them to me at the station” in Spanish?
So they DID pick Amahdinnerjacket after all!!
No scones for you!!!
Mmmmmm…. clotted cream.
I don’t believe it’s the real Jeff. No dillo, no sale.
Mmmm is right. I went to an extremely hoity toity tea last weekend and that’s what they served with scones.
I confess it was only my 3rd official tea in my life, but holydairyproducts, that stuff is amazing!
I’m still proud that I stood by my principles and refused to let them use my picture because they passed over the tastefully done, nude and passed out drunk, shot from the photo shoot!
When I was touring the UK, I would only get the continental breakfast to make sure I had maximum room for clotted cream at high tea.
Afterward, I would look like this.
What the hell does “slab-faced” mean? Anyone?
Not sure, but I bet the work to get that fixed ain’t cheap.
Karl, I understand completely. I was trying to not actually ingest any part of the scone so I had more room for the cream.
It’s tricky cuz it’s just not acceptable to lick the scone. I had to do some major strategizing.
Jeff, I have only heard slab used as a reference to bacon.
Not sure, but this could be a major religious slur.
Be vigilant.
Not in public, anyway.
Um, since you are Person of the Year, I suppose I could go down to Trader Joe’s and get you a bag of three. Let me see….cinnamon, blueberry or chocolate chip?
Heehee. Now, there’s an argument for private tea parties.
**sigh** Still can’t use the smiley faces. ;<
The javascript doesn’t work for me, either—I had to do the wink manually.
That doesn’t sound right, but whatever.
Kingarthurflour.com has the stuff. That and the English Double Devon Cream as well…
It seems important to me to manually wink back, Karl, but it doesn’t work even if I copy the source.
So, ;> :}
Thanks!
FYI, the wink is the semi-colon, followed by the right parenthesis.
I’ll check with Mr. Slate.
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OK, he says its this. Which would have been a compliment, up until that messy incident a few years back.
I’m not sure. To me, it conjures up flat cheeks.
Hey! The date on that Time Magazine cover says January 4, 1958. I’m beginning to think this is a parody, or something.
What the hell does “slab-faced†mean? Anyone?
Well, I’m thinking of Michael J. Nelson when he says he has one of the largest faces in show business. “Just a big pork roast of a face.”
It means you look good with the beard. IMHO.
Well, now we know Jeff’s birthday.
Well, I knew a guy in high school whose nickname was “Slab”, because of the shape of his face.
Think Lurch, but uglier.
There is no way Jeff is pushing 49. He doesn’t look a day over 56.
naww, naw that shuld be “thass raht, binshessss!”
So what I’ve learned is, I have a big, pork roast Lurch face, only uglier, and I need to cover it with hair.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
don’t forget the sexy rimless glasses. meeeeow!
Jeff… I thought you fell behind the sofa cushions forever.
You teh Pwner of Blahgs!
Woot.
“in film theory, SLAB refers to the post-structuralist approach to film theory. The name “SLAB” comes from the last names of Ferdinand de Saussure (linguist), Jaques Lacan (psychoanalyst), Louis Althusser (structural Marxist) and Roland Barthes (cultural theorist)” – and they probably all had beards and were pushing 49, too.
How dare you usurp me!
Is that a Hair Club for Men “after” photo of Andrew Sullivan?
Even Mike would admit that for all-time slabsideness, nothing beats Joe Don Baker, especially in ‘Mitchell’.
Heh. Pass me another Schlitz…
Even Mike would admit that for all-time slabsideness, nothing beats Joe Don Baker, especially in ‘Mitchell’.
Did you see him in Final Justice? He was at least 75% meatier. But I see Joe Don as a much flabbier chunk of meat. Fatback, maybe.
So what I’ve learned is, I have a big, pork roast Lurch face, only uglier, and I need to cover it with hair.
Don’t forget the whole “Castro” aspect.
The first rule of Hair Club is that there is no hair….
Even Mike would admit that for all-time slabsideness, nothing beats Joe Don Baker, especially in ‘Mitchell’.
The baby oil scene…. oh, the humanity!