Monday, December 3, 2007
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I'm a forest dweller who finds time for professional sports and community theater.
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About Me
I'm a forest dweller who finds time for professional sports and community theater.
One for me, one for my homies
- Alicublog
- Blue Girl in a Blue State
- Chrome Beach
- Circle Jerk at the Square Dance
- dilettante
- doop HQ
- Empire of the Senseless
- Esprit de l'escalier
- Freelance Genius
- General Disarray
- ifthethunderdontgetya
- James Wolcott
- Mandos
- Marthematics
- Really Small Fish
- Riddled
- Sadly, No!
- Saying yes. . .
- The Comics Curmudgeon
- The Decline and Fall of Rationalism
- The House of Substance
- The Poor Man
- The Republic of Dogs
- Three Bulls!
- Von for Now
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December
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- You Wanna Have A Catch?
- All Day Long I'd Biddy Biddy Bum
- It's All About Family
- The Greatest Gift Of All
- Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer!
- Home For The Holidays
- All Hail The Snaggerdoodle
- A Christmas Letter
- For Want Of A Chili Dog
- ABC
- Game On
- Farther Down The Rabbit Hole
- Jackpot
- The Candy Man
- Scarlet Billows Start To Spread
- Sunday School
- Deal Or No Deal
- Hanukkah Sameach!
- Let It Snow
- I'd Like To Teach The World To Punch
- 'Tis The Season
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13 comments:
You chose to fornicate without protection...
I was tricked. Three times.
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on me
Fool me three times, it's a family!
Jennifer, are you sure you've got that right?
This new commenting business totally stinks. What's the deal?
It does stink. It's teh Google trying to get all of us get Google accounts. Teh Google wants to get in your blogging pants.
Just don't make Snag go to haloscan. Trust me... JUST DON'T. Not even Abraham "Fish" Lincoln can save him there.
I wonder if there is a way around this problem.
Maybe this works?
No? Maybe this.
That is NOT what I wanted.
Meh. Just port everything to wordpress.
I say we go back to bulletin boards.
over dial up.
On the thirteenth day of Christmas, my father said to me, "Just register for a God-damned Google account already, I'm tired of hearing about this!"
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