Both Jordana and Nate make note that this (or rather, what's left of it) is De-Lurking Week, and invite their readers who are too shy to leave comments to come out in the light and say hey.
I've done this before, and it's always fun to find out who's reading this tripe. And, more mystifyingly, who's enjoying it. I especially like to hear from you foreign folks from exotic places such as Portugal, or Arkansas.
SO, if you come by my little corner of the world every so often, and have never gotten up the necessary wind to leave a comment, now's the time! I promise I won't make fun of you or anything. Much.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 09:40 AMI'm the semi-lurker... I've commented once or twice, but then get so far behind in reading that I don't get a chance to comment (deciding that it's too late to comment).
As you can tell, I am once again "caught up!" :)
Posted by: Byron Todd at January 12, 2006 10:20 AMJust remember--it's NEVER too late to comment. I still get comments on posts over on the old Blogspot site, sometimes on stuff that's several years old.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 10:24 AMIsn't that the time-warp episode where they go back in time to 1990s San Francisco to save the Goldfish? And I think perhaps I'm a commenter the management wishes would go ahead and lurk for a while.
Posted by: skinnydan at January 12, 2006 10:39 AMSorry - Mr. Possum, could you enter the comments & add a after the "goldfish"? I got over excited & left my HTML behind.
Posted by: skinnydan at January 12, 2006 10:40 AMYou're doing a VERY bad job if you want to just lurk, Skinnydan, what with all that linky-madness you got going on.
And is there any truth to the rumor Pepperidge Farms will be coming out with Gefiltefish crackers?
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 10:51 AMNot if the goldfish union has anything to say about it. It's a closed shop.
Posted by: skinnydan at January 12, 2006 11:06 AMAnd we know how those things go--it all starts when a school of toughs show up and suggest going for a little swim, and then you wind up flopping around on a dock in Jersey.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 11:09 AMSemi-lurker (read: occasional commentor) sounding off, sir!
Posted by: helluva at January 12, 2006 11:20 AMThank you, Mr. HaitchEeDoubleHockeySticks-uva!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 11:38 AMOccasional commentator here, but regular reader.
Posted by: BillW at January 12, 2006 11:40 AMAlways good to hear from you, Bill.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 12:05 PMIf I comment will you finally show me the love and respect that is overdue? As well as all that backpay you keep promisin'?
Eatin' oatmeal every day is startin' to get old, and those shares of "Cornatee Cabin" stocks you give me in exchange for a paycheck ain't keepin' the dog in kibble, if you catch my drift. And how about givin' me a receipt for that Old Spice aftershave you gave me last month, so I can return it and buy something I need, like Poligrip?
[Or was that one of those "recycled" gifts?]
Okay, I KNOW this isn't Chet the E-Mail Boy for several reasons.
A) This is written in actual sentences.
B) It is somewhat lucid.
C) Chet gets all the love and respect he can handle from Miss Butch, his 100 year old Hmong ladyfriend.
D) As an intern, Chet does not qualify for pay.
E) Related to which, Chet gets a hearty supply of CORN FLAKES every day, WITH MILK, and does not eat oatmeal.
F) Likewise, he does not have a dog. He does have a small mattress full of cedar shavings in the boiler room that he likes to nap on, however.
G) Old Spice!? It is to laugh. Company policy strictly prohibits giving alcohol to employees. Chet knows this very well after the Vitalis Incident.
H) Chet still has all of his natural teeth.
I) Finally, Chet realizes the company policy for addressing me without calling me Mr. Oglesby.
If you think you're trying to help Chet, I assure you this is a most misguided effort, and he WILL be punished for it.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 02:53 PM