Shhhhh. Jeff’s sleeping. That means we can raid his stash of red pills and defrost the roadkill with a bottle of Hornitos. I also brought some Placidyll that I found in my Great Aunt Marian’s fridge.
Actually, though, this is another thread where you can Popov about whatever laptop you think Jeff should buy. Only this time, in order to make your comment, you must hit the PayPal button. Me? I think MacIntosh is teh tits, but that’s only because I’m a lazy bastard. I sweetened the kitty just now with a $10 donation, because I’m also a cheap bastard.
[crickets]
um, well OK. While we’re waiting for the flood of responses. Something to consider on the Mac.
Meanwhile, Dan, don’t give up the day gig. This Pimp thing ain’t lookin’ so hot.
Psst…You left the door unlocked. Where’s the suds?
Am I a pimp to help out a brother in need, JR? I can guarangoddamntee you he’s gonna be pissed about this when he logs back in. But thank you.
I’m also not giving up either of my day jobs. Circle the end of March.
JustHadTo–
Sorry. Snowdrift outside the kitchen sliding doors.
I made cupcakes! chocolate with white frosting.
Thanks, Maggie, but I don’t cotton to miscegenation. It’s just not right.
Anyway, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to watch a movie, drink several beers, and wait for Jeff’s email asking whether I’m out of my mind.
Dan,
No offense, man. I’m just sayin’, being surrounded by like-minded cheap bastards, could be slim pickin’s.
Maggie’s onto something. Maybe a Bake Sale? Jeff won’t mind if you pass the hat if there’s PIE!
None taken, JR.
It’s like this. While I and the other moronbloggers were subbing, while Jeff was taking care of other business, his traffic (inevitably) dropped, because . . . none of us is Jeff. So, his revenues have dropped.
He’s posting on a machine that hardly works anymore.
People say, rightly, that they wish that they’d see more Jeff. I’m one of them.
He won’t whine or beg. I’m not so proud.
If I had more money to donate, I would, but I’m sending my elder son to Germany right now.
And I’m watching something called Shadow of the Vampire.
Malcovitch does a crap German accent, BTW.
Malkovitch? I can’t get it to look right.
Good reconstruction of what directors must have worked like in the age of silent films.
“Meet Count Orloff.”
I guess Wllem Dafoe’s a great actor.
Also . . . breasts.
I wish this post wasn’t here.
Uh oh.
I knew it. It was the breasts, right?
Well . . . I knew I was being an ass, so . . . whale away.
But it’s not as though I was asking them to pay for NYT content, Jeff.
Dan,
Time for a little blog vacation perhaps?
I respect that, coming from you, Major John. Ya think?
Has anyone ever seen Dan Collins and Judd Nelson together? I didn’t think so.
OT, but I’m also going to miss Ana Nicole’s Holiday Greetings. But I guess it’s just not the same coming from a blond embalmed shell. . .
JWebb, Jeff talks to ghosts all the time. Anna Nicole will return.