I'm Completely [Insert Emotion]
I don't usually get mixed up in these things, but did you [see or hear] what [person or persons] [wrote, said, telegraphed, ceremonial danced or spraypainted] about [person, place or thing] at [name of blog, web site, newspaper, magazine, periodical, empty wall, SUV, chat room, fast food establishment, government building, coffee house, radio or television talk show, annual parade or local pub]?
I really don't want to take sides, but I have to say that I though it was [overdue, an obvious breach of contract, uncalled for, just what the doctor ordered, probably Bush's fault, out of line, a breath of fresh air, extremely insensitive, a smart move on (his or her) part, beyond the pale, just like what happened to me that one time in Wisconsin, a plea for sanity, one of the weirdest f**king things I have ever (seen or heard) in my life, or just downright embarrassing].
Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em.
I expect it won't be long before we see [indifference, giddiness, really bad "Riverdancing", more trite excuses, a rare moment of candor, inconsolable blubbering, another boring fifteen-minute lecture about how pilates is really great for your "glutes", righteous indignation, the "hard sell", psychotic rage, coquettish flirtation, buyer's remorse, a big carb hangover, more backpedaling, an on-air confession, a ham-handed attempt at an apology, or a sudden burst of energy] from [whoever - I don't know, I'm lost].
I think I speak for most of us when I say that I [knew this day would come, dread the inevitable carnage, wonder what Dr. Phil would say, have been waiting all my life for something like this, don't really give a sh*t, can't understand how something like this could happen after all we've learned, feel like a kid in a candy store, lie awake nights wondering how we can prevent this from ever occurring again, hope they sell tickets because I want a front-row seat, don't know how people can deny that this is taking place in their own neighborhoods, don't know why it took so long, or can't wait till it's over so we can all get back to] [whatever the hell we were (or at least should have been) doing before this all started].
This will be my last comment on the subject.














I believe in the discipline of silence, and could talk for hours about it.
G.B. Shaw
Posted by: Jeff H | April 25, 2005 at 09:12 PM
Hello darkness my old friend....
Posted by: Guy S. | April 25, 2005 at 10:44 PM
Shee, is this a test? You know I'm no good at multiple choice.
On second thought, it pretty much covers everything, so I don't have to read any more blogs for the rest of the day. Thanks!
Posted by: robin | April 26, 2005 at 07:20 AM
Dude, that took a lot of self-control to not post the IM that went along with that conversation. Really. Not that I know what the hell you're talking about, or who for that matter, since it fits a few scenarios of late.
Posted by: tee bee | April 26, 2005 at 09:38 AM
Dude, Treacher totally disagrees with you.
Posted by: Beck | April 26, 2005 at 11:08 AM
Whoa - looks like this is a hot topic, although he definitely addressed the issue before I did.
But I think he was a little too specific, might embarrass you-know-who.
Posted by: John from WuzzaDem | April 26, 2005 at 11:18 AM
Wait... who were we talking about?
Posted by: tee bee | April 26, 2005 at 05:19 PM
tee bee - didn't you read the post??
Posted by: John from WuzzaDem | April 26, 2005 at 05:28 PM
Okay, now I [am really pissed, am bored to tears, really understand]. It’s all about [you, Charro, Oliver Willis] being [a big jerknose, a little jokey, a fratboy on model plane glue]. Thanks for [nothing, putting my phone number up in the men’s room, the memories].
Posted by: tee bee | April 26, 2005 at 07:06 PM