I've been a member of OS for two and a half years now, and despite having the best of intentions to fit in and fly right, I have, on at least one and possibly even on two occasions, made remarks which deviated from the accepted norms of fulsome praise and formulaic, "This is such a moving post, rated" commentary. Worse, I can't help but notice that, from time to time, somehow, I find myself involved in disputes of a sometimes acrimonious nature. It shames me deeply to admit these things, and I feel the need to say there is no place here for the type of incivility which I have on occasion taken part in. I humbly beg forgiveness for my uncouth behavior and promise that in the future I'll try to be a worthwhile member of our blogging platform/mutual admiration society, and, further, I hereby extend a heartfelt, shame-faced apology to anyone who may ever have been distressed by any of my actions or words during my time in Open Salon.
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I think there is a lot to be learned from this particular OS character. A gushing erudite fountain of praise, love and devotion. It takes a certain nature to spew such sweetness and a certain festering cesspool of a soul and mind to fall for the devotion.
More couth
no shame or apologize
just
jest
bow
curtsy
swing
hangout with Ritha shibr's ilk.
o say`
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"sex in Galilee" on Open Salon.
If out of 'Ban' deodorant and/or\
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'Right Guard' YA's just use Pine-Sol.
You add a constructive critique. Yes.
You underarms no smell. Kerry L.'s?
apology?
I could not comment this morning.
Please ask?
Kerry L.?
Why not?
no kiss eh`
bah editor`
smell his `
armpits?
sorry?
stinky.
I Love, Ya' man.
-R-
But, if we are self-policing this place. I say my blog on how to act on my blog is acceptable.
Now can you put the gun pictures back up?
They really move me....
I have lots to say, but would end up writing a post of my own here in the comments. You are the finest writer and probably the finest human being I've ever encountered in my life. Bless you for bringing this sort of insight, and, dare I say it, nobility, to everything you turn your hand to.
rated with hugs
;D
i adore you nannananananana...and not in the OS kinna way
RATED! RATED! RATED!
LIKE ME ON FACEBOOK OR DIE!!!!!!!!
Ooops, I mean, thank you all for your kind words. I saw a raccoon get squarshed by a SUV today and had an epiphany about the need for some serious self-examination. Namaste.
But wait. Is this April fools rascal trickery? Do I need to come over there and smack someone? Are you being held hostage? Just use your duress word for the day...we'll be right there!
What are we going to do when our most articulate and ventricular champion against trollery is acting like it's all Little House on the Prairie up in here?
*wanders off, muttering:
"Bullshit...going all soft on us...admitting to faults....hearts and shit...cmdndgmumble mumble..*
EVERYBODY!!!
almost believable, elegantly written (which is much better than believable, at least in my book)
no one really likes formulaic praise now, do they?
Hell just froze over, ja!!!????
some critters just need killin'.
though using an suv is not the ninja way
It was probably rabid. You did your community a service.
BTW, how long have you been driving a soccer-mom vehicle?
Ooops, I mean, I feel it's best to embrace my feminine side. I've always mourned my lack of an uvula.
:-) LOL he he he You honestly cannot bother me anymore.
"You honestly cannot bother me anymore."
That's what the raccoon said.
rated~
but my mom made me take it back to the pet store.
on the racoon, I agree with the dude from the trailer court,
it was probably sick or demented, like... well, I'll just shut up now!
Besides nobody can offend me except fernsie.
And you can get a uvula at any soccer match for $3.00
namaste backatcha. pffffft.
Grif, remember back when our only worries were invading Canada and making fun of Dr. Amy? I realize now I've strayed from the ethos of those halcyon times and that it's best to make amends. On some level, I knew there had to be a reckoning, and it seemed best that I turn over a new leaf before I alienate everyone. ~sniffle, hONk~
I don't care anymore.
Trig,
Could you please grown up? And if not grow up, why do you have to ask your brother to fight with me?
If you want to let's do it on your blog this time, ok then?
and Art James following me over.
I hope the S..... poem will not offend him.
I honor your feelings Nana, and want to write something just for you.
or some such shite.
Isn't the uvula next to the fallopian tubes?
But I hear that coonskin caps are back in vogue...
Anyway, I figure that now that your slate is clean, you can start all over again tomorrow. Fresh flames, dazzling razzing and incivility of a high odor, er, order. TOMORROW NIGHT IS SATURDAY NIGHT!
'Til this evening, I feared I'd ne'er again feel the disturbing warmth of a strange dog humping my leg, or bask in the glow of a post which all my friends acknowledge should win an Editor's Pick if not a Pulitzer Prize.
It depends on where your mouth is at the time...
You are an example of the finest of gentlemen here, nana!
Uhm...yeah....right.....exactly...
I knew that raccoon was a foul revenant when it didn't rate my post. There's some kind of Pet Sematary shit going on here, there's no denying it.
Disco, did the Toxic Avenger know how to assuage a fallopian tube?
Oh, and thanks for the box of uvula-scented Scentsy air fresheners. That was so SWEET of you!! R
extra ratings for the misspelling of preferrable and the use of 'festery.'
~walks off in a grammarian snit~
(and no, not preferable, not unless you're fond of the smell of diarrhea)
Rim shot! That killed me..
There'll be peace when you are done"
Kansas
HEY, EVERYBODY, I FOUND OUT WHO LARRY IS!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNz0kdGLX-E
hi, marjie!!
FunFetti: There is only one point to having kids and that is to live vicariously through them. Unfortunately, I only have four and right now the pickings are slim at best. I am insanely jealous of the Duggers.
Great post, thank you.
Bleue, I ran over a backhoe one night while driving home from a Pee Wee Herman costume party. Didn't run over it so much as into it, the boom part with the scoop to be exact, it was extended across the street to keep people from driving into the giant hole on the other side. My Granada looked like an accordion the next morning when I woke up next it on the sidewalk across from my house. Wound up selling it for scrap, which is ironic 'cause I still owed a years worth of payments.
@aim: I never pander to "like" with my comments. I go straight for "reverential awe."
A backhoe? Hmmm, were you wearing a Pee Wee Herman costume? Do you have photos? I like photos and I bet you would get liked on facebook with those photos (not the bustier, best to be demure).
Maybe you just like the "making-up" part? I've heard of people like that before.
;~)
Bob saw a small herd of deer and told Joe to stay in the exact spot he was and to be quiet!
After a few minutes, Bob heard a loud scream. He ran back and asked Joe what had happened.
Joe said "There was this snake and he slithered across my feet, but I never screamed.
Then there was this bear that came up to me and snarled, but I never screamed."
"So then what did make you scream," Bob asked, exasperated. "Well," Joe continued, "two squirrels crawled up my pants and I overheard them say, "Should we take them home or eat ’em now?""
sorry...i ran out of raccoon jokes.
R
Der Fuhrer Fett: Why are you not on prime time. Why does that Super Nanny Brit twit get a show ("Emily, that is not assEPTable behaviour") where you know those brats are going to go right back to their disrespectful ways after she trots out the front door, when you promise real change. You decisively put to rest the silly notion of time-outs as punishment. Iron fist and abject fear are what works best in child rearing. You are equal parts Dr. Seuss, Dr. Spock and Pol Pot. You must get the word out! Children everywhere should be trembling but grateful parents will worship you like a rock star.
Rolling, Larry's not toxic at all. He's a little sarcastic sometimes but, as witnessed by this post, I like sarcasm. Sarcasm can set us free.
Al; bless ya, guvnor, let me get my shinebox...
Rick; ewwww!
Junk; then it wasn't a waste of time.
Marjie, Disco, I'll stay out of the way and let y'all carry on your Mr. Rogers meets Saw child-rearing discussion.
Salud!
Your vodka ration has been satisfactorily doubled, in light of your growing self-awareness, Comrade. As you continue on your journey of re-education and class conscious awareness of the errors of your prior class position and the thought-crimes inherent to this state, your vodka ration will gradually increase.
In time, Comrade, you will be permitted, perhaps, 3 bottles of Stolichnya each day. May it fortify you for the coming struggles ahead!
Workers of the World, Unite!
Disco, it seems to me that the financial meltdown of '08 may be the death knell of American capitalism. Now, if we had learned something from that meltdown and taken it seriously enough to implement real changes in our system, I'd be more optimistic, but we didn't and we and haven't. Capitalism, after wringing every bit of loot it could from our country, has left us sitting here in the rusting, gutted wreckage and has moved on to bigger and better things. The moneyed classes here don't want a healthy, educated, dynamic work force; they want serfs. I say the prospective serfs may as well start lining capitalist running dog motherfuckers up against a wall and machine gunning them down.
I didn't know You were on FACEBOOK, so I'll go like You RIGHT now, but, sniffle, sniffle, I, already, died.
Love Ya' Brother.
Peace, out!
*gleefully claps hands and sits cross-legged on the story-time rug* oh yes please mr fett!
But...story time? Tales? hee hee hee! Mr. Fett, I'm a student of history (prehistory too, which is the same thing but without writing), and can recite an account of it, if you like, from the beginnings of agriculture and the first cities to what's happening right this second. In detail. I'm very well-acquainted with what happened under communist regimes, and I wasn't suggesting we should follow in Stalin's or anyone else's footsteps. All I was saying is that we need to start machine gunning down some motherfuckers. Sheesh!
when the urge to start a new identity here comes over you take a walk or somethin'.
lorianne, you have great taste in music!
Emma, Lorianne; it's sad is what it is, and kinda nauseating.
I got another weird page load on this post today. It was from a computer in the Department of National Defense in Ottawa. I guess that's the Canadian equivalent of our DoD. They're apparently still using Windows XP there, which I guess isn't that surprising given the soshalistikul nature of Canada's government.
I also miss the days of Roses, where we would get naked at mid afternoon and roll around in the horse dung.
Don't ask me why we called it Days of Roses. It just seem like the thing to do.
Ahh, the good ole days.
**Wanders off into the thorn bushes for tea**
I'm off for a drive in the country now. The hills are on fire and I'm gonna try and get some pitchers.