Who: You
When: Wednesday, April 26, 2006 (we're planning this way ahead so you can reschedule finals, get off work, and buy plane tickets to be here)
Where: The Fobcave (if that means nothing to you, email me for directions), in the backyard (weather permitting)
What: A celebration of TOLKIEN BOY'S PENDING GRADUATION and EDITORGIRL'S BIRTHDAY and A CHANCE TO MEET TH., LADY STEED, AND THE BIG O (this is not confirmation of their tentative plan, by the way, but an expression of faith). Lots of yummy food. We'll provide burgers, dogs, and all the other main stuff; if you want to bring something, you're welcome to bring snacks, dessert, or drinks. I'm still waiting to hear back from the Roots, Erykah Badu, the Fugees, and Michel Gondry, but hopefully we'll be filming the forthcoming Master Fob's Blog Party.
Why: Because we like you.
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We're going to celebrate TB's pending graduation, but not my birthday? *pouts* (I love this whole asterisks embracing verb thing.)
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If you can't get Michael Gondry (he is French after all, isn't he?), maybe Just 2 Guys are still available.
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Oh---
And I'm offended that I'm not on the poster.
Checking Freelancer's schedule...
Th.--You are the black guy in the back.
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Ah, yes. I see me now.
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If you don't stop me before I post, I'm gonna use that poster if it's okay with you. Which I'm going to assume it is if you don't stop me before I post.
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Too late.
sigh . . . just tell me you'll all take a moment and gaze longingly to the east.
(i mean, toward London. obviously.)
I'd say I feel the love but I'm feeling distinctly subaltern to editorgirl's all caps.
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There's this story about a man and his son and their donkey. The man set his son on the donkey and they headed out. Some people walking by said Oh! what a lazy son! So the son got off the donkey and the father got on. Some people walking by said Oh! what a cruel father! So he pulled his son up with him. Oh! what a horrid pair! the unfortunate donkey! So they stopped to brainstorm.
When the lightbulb went off, they tied the donkey's legs to a pole and carried it between them into town. Oh, how the people laughed! What fools! The raucous crowd gathered round as they crossed a narrow bridge. The jostling and pushing caused the donkey to fly over the side of the bridge and into the river where, its feet tied together, the donkey drowned.
I love all my friends equally. Don't blame me if they drown.
I talked to a hateful woman about a lightbulb today.
Th. just reminded me.
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I hate reminding others of hateful people.
A blog party? Sounds cool.
Sorry, I should have stated that better. Th.'s story reminded me of the conversation.
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Walrus--show your amphibious nature and hop the pond.
Th.- I thought about it...and still am. I'm torn. *hums Natalie Umbruglia song*
Are you lying naked on the floor?
I'll be sure to find adequate clothing if I do come, don't worry. :)
I'll be there. I love blogparties. :D
I, too, expect to be there. I am very excited, actually. There are still so many people who I haven't met who I hope to meet!
Can a blogger who has never met any of these other bloggers but reads most of their blogs come? And if this hypothetical blogger was allowed to attend, could she hypothetically bring her fiance?
Kirsa, please do come and please do bring your fiance. Part of the idea of the blog party is to meet people in real life that we only know online. Email me for the address.
I hate my life. I'm leaving that very morning for New Mexico.
I'm so sad that I learned of and missed your blog party on this very day. [sigh] Fun always happens without me.
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