I know I'm been posting like a maniac...trying to gauge your withdrawal, sweety darlings...(if you don't know Absolutely Fabulous, now's the time to find it).
All I can offer after today is for all of you to beg Webgod Jeff to post in my absence.
He did this last year, and was awesome. He's a hell of a guy (showed up at the Cayuga track last week with little notice to take the snaps for me losing my lunch, and my dignity, on the superbike). He has the codes to my site; this means I trust him with everything, come to think of it. Think of all he could say with me unable to check :0)
We're off Saturday, tomorrow is devoted to figuring out how much 6 kids can eat, what they want to watch, and who is old enough to drink. And then of course, keeping them from falling in the lake with their shoes on.
No network up north. I've been filing columns like crazy - there's only a day of turn around before I head to the Yukon - so it's probably a couple of weeks of radio silence. Which may be welcome. I entertain grand delusions about my career.
In the mean time, however, for the kinder among you, hit the sites in my linked section. They're my favourites (that I'll admit to), and when I get back, there will be new material galore.
But Jeff. You really need to do this for me. Last year was awesome.
Work on him, folks.
Hee.
Yay, party at WGJ's!
ReplyDeleteWhose turn is it to bring the sheep?
DJW
As Joe King Carrasco would say,
ReplyDelete"BAAAHHd Rap on you!"
Hey WG,
ReplyDeleteIf you need any help I have tons of material.
Roz
Hey Jeff, I learned more about the real lorraine when you posted. : )
ReplyDeleteWow, a guest spot would be fun! Guest writers showing up, taking the reigns for a few days. That's a whole new dimension to blogging I hadn't considered, yet my favorite online comics do it all the time.
ReplyDeleteIt is a good idea, Christian. Lemme give it a think over the next few days. Maybe when I'm Yukoning, I'll have some of you send something to WebGod for posting.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I'll regret it. But it might be fun.
I vote Roz does a spot. That keeps the whole writing thing in the family and will probably stop all the burglar alarms from going off. Better yet if it involves food or small farm animals.
ReplyDeleteThe great thing is that by the time Lorraine is back and has time to read everything it'll be too late and the world will have read about all her dirty laundry (which should be piling up on the floor if all is right with the world.)
Roz
Roz
Roz
Gilly too!
ReplyDeleteI vote we turn Lorrainia over to the Twisted Sisters, Like Castro did in Cuba!
Good to see that DJ re-introduced our pet name for Roz and Gill -- and, speaking for myself, I have absolutley no idea who they are yet saw fit to christen them thus a while ago! Nothing personal, ladies...
ReplyDeletePersonally, I would be interested in reading a post or two from the sons of Sommerfeld and Brad, the oft-maligned Poor Old Sod of this venue.
Enquiring minds really want to know... do you see yourself as Patsy or Eddy?
ReplyDeletePerhaps the Twisted Sisters could add their $0.02 worth to this?
Twisted Sisters is more accurate than you will ever know! My husband calls us the Bent sisters, so take your pick. As for the "Sons of Sommerfeld" doing a guest spot, we'll have to wait until they're of age and write their own book. Her oldest, Christopher is already threatening it. It's going to be called "The Real Motherlode". Can't wait. Where's WG Jeff? Is he still cringing over all the sheep comments?
ReplyDeleteRoz
Last I heard, he was doing shots of Fleecy!
ReplyDeleteI'm plotting...
ReplyDeleteDon't be sheepish about it.
ReplyDeleteEwe had better get on with it.
She'll be baaack in a week.
Cutting things fine, Jeff...
ReplyDeleteYes...the clock is ticking louder.
ReplyDeleteplotting or plodding?
ReplyDeleteRoz
p.s. she offered me the codes but I'm chicken - no chicken jokes please.
Roz, I'm probably not going to post anything, so if you have something to say, be my guest. You have my email, I believe, give me a shout, I'll set you up.
ReplyDeleteMy baby drinks zombies...
ReplyDeleteTurning 19 ain't what it used to be. When I was growing up we used to pile 12 of us in the trunk of my parent's Buick Skylark and head to the Drive In where we'd back into the parking spot and sprawl all over our 200 square feet of rented real estate sucking on watermelons that had been injected with some hideous fermented concoction that Roch Demers had scraped from the bottom of his parent's liquor cabinet. We would then sit back and watch a Zombie movie whose stop action animation looked more like Chicken Run (that one's for you, Roz) than anything resembling horror. As the watermelons ran dry, the movie got more funny and we would pile back in the trunk and head home. No such thing as a DD back then.
My oldest daughter turned 19 on Monday and a bunch of her friends walked over to our house, hoisted her on their collective shoulders, and carted her off 2 KM to our local Sharkey's where they proceeded to drink, not watch, zombies. The end result was the same, but the route home was a little less straight and nowhere near as narrow, as the original route.
Her birthday party is going to be at our house on Saturday night. I've told her that alcohol and pools don't mix. She has promised that anyone who drinks will be banned from the back yard. Where did kids learn so much responsibility? Must be from the old man. Really, really old man.
HA!
Fries with that chicken?
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