MEA CULPA

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It has been over a year since I had back-to-back weekdays without a post. The condensed summer session began on Tuesday and it's taking me a few days to adjust to the schedule, i.

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16 thoughts on “MEA CULPA”

  • Landru says:

    Your politeness is a model for all, sir. From a functional perspective, I find that "Fuck you, I'm not your monkey" works pretty well too. Just sayin'.

  • SandStoneSun says:

    Much thanks to you and all teachers this graduation season.
    As someone who saw every My Three Sons episode at least 5 times and every Beverly Hillbillies at least 10 times and (skipping Lucy and Leave it to Beaver, etc.) every Gilligan's Island probably at least 20 times, I'm not immune to the allure of reruns. I'm not even immune to the allure of Rerun.
    Here is Six Years Ago In G&T(5/18/2006) which gave me a huge "Awwwwww" as I see that Ed's comment is the longest of four.

  • anotherbozo says:

    this disappointment, AND a split infinitive? Is there no end to his insults?

    but Elle, alas, is right.

  • Mo says:

    oh sweet jesus…this means my back's to the wall, I have to go read Mike's latest at Rortybomb.

    cyclical-structuralist divide redux

    I maybe understand the title, so we're off to a good start [pours another vat of coffee, not wanting to lose concentration and get dragged into the brush and eaten].

  • c u n d gulag says:

    Seriously, you've always been terrific.
    You deserve a break from NPF, so take one already.
    And don't feel guilty.

    So?
    What?
    Break done?
    NO!
    OK, then – NPS tomorrow?
    Right?

    And I was kidding about the break part – get back to work – slacker!
    :-)

  • Neal Deesit says:

    You hear it everywhere, so why not here: "Is the date of this historic non-posting going to be on the test?"

  • Hazy Davy says:

    When I was younger, I wanted to be a cockroach shower. So Marsha and I got our guns, and went to the bike shop.

    "Do you have any kiwi chapstick?" I asked the dolphin.

    And he said "Screw you, tree-hugger." I'd never been so happy in all my life.

    We flew the buffalo until all of the ceilings were obsolete. "That'll show 'em," the engineer squealed. "Yep, that'll …" and then he vomited a purple paste all over the sky.

    The moral of this story is: don't count your sickles before lapel crimes.

  • c u n d gulag says:

    Hazy Dazy,
    When, at the Woodstock Festival in 1969, the stage announcement was made by legendary radio disc jockey Wavy Gravy, telling people:
    "To get back to the warning that I received. You may take it with however many grains of salt that you wish. That the brown acid that is circulating around us isn't too good. It is suggested that you stay away from that. Of course it's your own trip. So be my guest, but please be advised that there is a warning on that one, ok?" you obviously DIDN'T listen!

    Lovely, and hysterical thought, though…
    Er… uhm… got any left?
    "Sharing, is caring!"

  • Hazy Davy says:

    Sometimes, the best way to hold on to your sanity is to act a little crazy.

    (I almost cut my hair, c u n d gulag, but I'm busy growing a ZZ Top beard, as a protest. Alas, I wasn't on Yasgur's farm. My parents were busy being the man. And I was quite young at the time.)

  • c u n d gulag says:

    I was 11, and we had just moved the previous month from NYC to upstate NY – but to the wrong side of the river.
    I still remember the TV coverage of the NY State Thruway being backed-up with cars, and the other traffic messes because of that, so there went any chance of hitchin'-a-ride across the river.

    I outgrew my long hair about 2 decades ago – got too tall for it, I guess, so it left me a long, long, time ago… :'-(

    My 13 year-old cousin ran away from home, and made it to Woodstock – unfortunately, she took a bus to Woodstock, Vermont.
    I can imagine one of the locals, when she asked him how to get to the concert, saying, "Ya can't get theah frohm heaah…"

    She's a MENSA member, a brilliant poet, and still doesn't want to talk about that.

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