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Boiling and roasting are two

*awheedla*wheedla**wheedla**wheedla**wheedla**whee dla* *wheedla**wheedla**wheedla**wheedla**wheedla*

I have to admit, potatoes are pretty good.

Oh man, I cracked up when I hit the part about Apple snobbery, listening as I was on my just-hit-the-street 3g iphone. Ow. Anyway, great show. Gave you all the stars in the sky. Looking forward to the next one!

PS Strawberry milk is old hat:

PPS No.

A real truck emerging from the painted tunnel.

It's quicker for me to type it in than it is to access a menu.

Yeah, autocomplete took over from bookmarks for me a while back for frequently visited sites. I use bookmarks mostly for things I won't need for a while, but don't want to have to refind when I do.

make them cooler and

Note to self: Remember to go to new job on Monday, not old one.

Lord Fyre wrote:

However, Uni was no "Scrappy-Doo." (But, what could have been as annoying as Scrappy-Doo was?)

Snarf? Orko? Twiggy?

Godzooky? Little Rosie?

At 21 dollars a gallon, I begin to refer to my car as the last of the great V-8 Interceptors. The once cheery voice in my head is substituted for a raspy narrator who refers to gasoline as "the juice."

When you hit the part where you are driving down the highway and go from a narrow aspect ratio to widescreen, let me know, cause that is going to be frickin awesome.

A truck marked "Acme Pharmaceutical Company"

When I'm out to take down a full grown, healthy thread, I load Wayne Newton in one barrel and Celine Dion in the other. That combination provides the ultimate in thread-stopping power.

Aintcha never took a clock apart? They's all these geegaws an gajets innair, an they fall outin th'floor when yuh opin it. I'm thinkin if'n innywun wuz fool enuf tuh try takin thet tin pot offn Aber's haid, thet's pritty much whut'd happen.

Ain't no hippeh, neether.

was once a familiar

Swamp-loving halflings are

S David Lee Roth and Eddie Van Halen for that matter are such total butt heads that I'd rather just listen to some Montrose.

Can't argue with that. The thing is, I usually factor out the personality of the people who create art, cause if I stopped looking or listening to things made by jerks, well, that might narrow the range to choose from a bit, don't you think?

Also, Sebastian's horses drink white milk because he must just have the basic collection. If he was using the Northern Lights boosters, he would definitely need strawberry milk.

He's kinder lak clockwork thet way.

Trey wrote:

The rest of the world has moved on to strawberry milk.

Orange Julius!

Back when I was a kid, the Orange Julius was about 30 feet from the B. Dalton that was my AD&D hookup. If heaven was based around that configuration, I would not be upset.

Much like the practitioners of alchemy and planetary hours, Sebastian andthe Jade continue to contend over the virtues of their respective completely discredited positions. Translate it into Coptic, guys, carve it into a tablet, and bury it. The rest of the world has moved on to strawberry milk.

BTW, WTF is Van Hagar? Is that Van Halen with Sammy and without Van Halen?

David Lee Roth in action slacks.

I am going to have to weigh in here and say that strawberry milk is really far superior to chocolate or white milk.

And Van Hagar was totally bogus.

A little creative accounting and you can write off a year's supply of baby dipes for a two legged elephant that exists only in your head. That's how I paid for the sails on my fleet of catamarans anyway.

You know, I always wondered what the lines were that Lennon cut from the original draft of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. See, it works:

A little creative accounting and you can write off a year's supply of baby dipes for a two legged elephant that exists only in your head. That's how I paid for the sails on my fleet of catamarans anyway.

DOOMPH! DOOMPH! DOOMPH!

Lucy in the sky with diamonds! Lucy in the sky with diamonds! Lucy in the sky with diamonds!
Ahhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhh

Drippy paint cans were really big in the early 80s. At one point, I think like about a third of Canal Jeans' shirt stock had drippy paint cans on it.

Wayne Newton is Celine Dion

Aw naw, we don't do no wrasslin round lak thims. Thisyers jest good fun pastimes: drinkin, cussin, arguin, an threts uh vilents.

An Aber's about tuh call yuh uh hippeh.

Daing.

You know, I once saw Greg Vaughan smile at a baby at the mall, and it instantly began singing in flawless Mandarin, despite never having heard the language.

Then it burst into flames and exploded.

But we were all being asses in that thread. That was the point.

And some of us haven't yet stopped, hee hee hee. >:-}

Just bumping the thread so Mothman could see it by saying "bump" seemed like it would be so pedestrian. Better to fire off a post so passive aggressive it would light up the sky.

Actually, I was going to listen to it the other night, but all hell's breaking loose here, so I had to TiVo you.

Thanks for the love and offers of orifice sponsorship, bro. Right back atcha.

Oh yeah: bump.

I was going to listen to this right away, but then somebody called me a hooker and I've spent the last couple of days crying. Maybe if nobody calls me a hooker again for another couple of days, I will not be so sad and I will be able to listen to this podcast, which I am sure is very enjoyable for people who have not recently been called hookers, as I was.

ginger bakers

Trey wrote:

an Escher sketch

Sounds like a drunk trying to say Etch-a-Sketch.

It's supposed to. You said Naga-sake, and Gav said Hero-Shema, so I said Escher Sketch. It's like, like, a theme or something.

No, no, no. 3.5 is like wine and 4 is like Coke.

Go on! Get moving, Talking Owl!

Git! Git away from my jug!

Ahm a goin! Ahm a goin! I jes figgered since you wuz jest lettinet set thar, you was thru withet. No need tuh git all ornry.

an Escher sketch

Aw, naw. Mora Gary's horseplay. I sed sumthin, but when et come up, et had by ozzie looth's bald paste at th'end, er sum sech. Never did know an ozzie looth. Then et up'n goes, leavin me talkin lak ah spent too muchuh m'afternoon starin inta m'jug.

Speakin uh wich, all this jibberin's makin me a mite dry. Now war'd ah set thet thin...

Shesha

Whatever. We're all arguing different things as usual.

Yeah? Well, Van Hagar was bogus.

The Jade wrote:

CourtFool wrote:

Trey wrote:

I...

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Dang. That was the only response for which I prepared nothing.

STFU noob!

Backwards that 'boo nufts'. In Latvian that means 'I accept your teachings'. Trey got you, man. He got you and you didn't even know it. His influence courses through your mind, affects all outcomes.

Join us... join the Great Treyglomeration.

Nice use of Babelfish.

Also, since it's backwards, that would mean the opposite.
'Teachings your accept I'.
Not quite the same effect, is it?
Fight the tyrant! Fight the owl!

You all do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the messageboards.

Innybuddy herd uv ozzie looth? Baseball playr, might be.

Daing.

I don't get "poly" myself, but to each their own.

Well, Rone, sometimes when a man and a parrot love each other very, very much...

lol, looks like Heathy is shooting BBs out of his mouth.

Samuel Weiss wrote:

I just want the images to not reflect an agenda. I do not "need" an iconic to be a middle aged, overweight, Jewish dude to be able to identify with the concept. (Another strike against Captain Whitebread. ;) ) I equally do not want some forced attempt to "right the wrongs of the past" or whatever to make the characters so utterly divergent as to wreck any semblance of structure in the setting. If the setting has characters defined as of a particular set of features and skin tone then let the iconics reflect that.

What he said. I am not a big fan of diversity for the sake of diversity.

Just the opposite for me, actually. Nothing deep or profound behind it, but I tend to find variety of this nature somehow pleasing. That said, it's not a controlling factor for purchases, and I don't go on crusades about it, but, yeah, for some reason it makes things more fun for me, personally.

Setting consistency and structure fall further down the scale, probably because absolutely nothing seems consistent or understandable in my real life, so a rigorous attention to crafting a universe where everything fits perfectly will, in all likelihood, be lost on me. :-)

I...

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Dang. That was the only response for which I prepared nothing.

As I said, before everyone got all wrapped up in their sexytalk, I think if all of you would just try to emulate me, at least, as much as you are capable with the admittedly meager amount you have to work with, you really would find yourselves leading much more fulfilling lives. I normally do not press this point, since my vast amounts of modesty restrain me from highlighting what, really, is immediately apparent to people who are less self-absorbed. However, watching you all flail about wildly in an attempt to demonstrate a superiority that, I am sorry, it must be said, simply is not there, well, it is a painful sight for someone as kindhearted and thoughtful as I am.

I am taking time out of my fabulously exciting, rewarding day to try and help you all. I require no reward other than a silent acquiescence that what I say is completely true, and the ability to watch all of your lives blossom as you follow the lead provided by the many lessons I have learned over the years.

My friends, you are welcome.

A scorched, pitted road, cobbled with stone hacked from the good intentions of the damned.

a buttercup

Oh, hey, great! Have to give it a listen tonight. I'm sure it will be even more terrific than the last one you did.

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