I was talking to an executive from BBC and told him I had a blog that had over 500,000 hits and he said I should put it out there to get more people to watch the show.
But posts like this are what makes me stay submerged.
In the patent world there used to be something called the a submarine patent. A company or inventor could file something at the Patent Office and pursue it in secrecy for years because at the time applications were considered confidential until issuance. So from time to time a competitor would go ahead and infringe (perhaps unknowingly even). Then the patent would issue and surface in the market, destroying the competition. Depending on what was at stake, lots of money could exchange hands. The whole practice went away when patent term got measured from filing date and all applications were published 18 months after filing.
MamaM, nothing you could possibly say would ever upset me anymore, I don't know or care what your "shtick" is. And you DO have a "shtick" here, some may appreciate it, I don't care one way or another.
I'm simply too busy living my life, enjoying myself. What I do find creepy though is your continuous interest in my comings and goings.
I am increasingly finding you boring and tedious, oh well each to their own.
I think I'm easy going. Unless you're a fool, stupid, cheapskate, French Canadian, loud, anal, control freak, liar, violent criminal..well that will do for now.
Too late Allie...I plugged the bung holes with some matching pipe...then I buried the whole thing in my yard. Some neighbors got really curious and came over to ask.
nothing you could possibly say would ever upset me anymore
So good to know. I'll add this declaration, as the cherry on the Sunday, to the list of comments posted and deleted by AllieOop in what appear to be fits of responsive pique, when the famed not caring becomes too effing effervescent and blows the bung.
LOL Another deletion! Read 'em and weep or better yet, bring on the crack favorite, ROFLMAO!
Cats sharing the same house rarely engage in knockdown dragout fights. Sometimes they'll tear around chasing each other for excitement's sake, but mostly they engage instead in stare downs, where one fixes its gaze on the other and stands ground until the other breaks eye contact, issues a low "urr", waves a menacing paw, and turns away.
Since one of the cats in this House of Mirrors has delivered the err and desultory whack before turning away and explaining again for the record how much she really really truly doesn't care, there is no fight, just as she said. Meanwhile the evidence of how much she can't be bothered continues to collect.
One would think a Big Cat like ndspinneli, who watches like a hawk and roars like a lion over at TOP, would recognize the drill.
MamaM, my deleting had nothing o do with you, revealed something personal about MYSELF, I don't want to reveal at his time. Why don't you give it a rest, be happy, go give your husband a kiss and a back rub, have a drink. Enjoy, don't be so fixated with what I do.
Oops! Bothered again it seems as the Deeply Concerned Parental Voice emerges from the fray to command control.
No kisses for Crack, yet a nice big hug to send you on your way!
Still ROFLMAO! Unfortunately, for those so inclined, there's no place to "send" me! How frustrating is that for someone who believes others make them "feel bad"? It's my good fortune that I am yet able to live and comment as I please without someone who knows little to nothing about my personal circumstances deciding what is best for me.
Ohhhh, thanks Titus. M son also used to sing this crazy song, " I was at the bottom of the pool....", and "my ( boys name) doesn't have diarrhea" from some other cartoon. Used to drive me crazy.
Another thing he used to do was, in summer when all the doors and windows were open, he would yell at the top of his lungs, " It's OK Ma, we'll still love you even if you're a lesbian". He was quite the comedian.
NTTWAWW, being a lesbian, I just wasn't one, but some of my neighbors were beginning to look at me sideways. It is Waukesha County after all.
MamaM wrote: It's my good fortune that I am yet able to live and comment as I please without someone who knows little to nothing about my personal circumstances deciding what is best for me.
The problem w/ this internets is we can't sit down, have a drink or 7, and work out this acrimony. I believe if we could, it would all be laughed about @ the end of the evening.
@ Nick Do you honestly believe the prevaricators, manipulators and abusers observed during the course of your career would have changed their character and behavior if they sat down for a drink or 7 with you and a shared a laugh over their antics?
I respect AllieOop's right to comment as she pleases. I also rest in my right to do the same.
I find it amazing that anyone as perceptive, respectful and good hearted as AllieOop would need to be reminded of Rule Number One. Or repeatedly cautioned against phishing among phriends. Or advised as to the lameness of appeals to higher authority.
I don't know which is more ludicrous: a belief that comments publicly made are private "business" or the notion a competent commenter with a long and consistent history here and at TOP would need or profit from her defense.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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I was talking to an executive from BBC and told him I had a blog that had over 500,000 hits and he said I should put it out there to get more people to watch the show.
But posts like this are what makes me stay submerged.
Like a shark.
In the patent world there used to be something called the a submarine patent. A company or inventor could file something at the Patent Office and pursue it in secrecy for years because at the time applications were considered confidential until issuance. So from time to time a competitor would go ahead and infringe (perhaps unknowingly even). Then the patent would issue and surface in the market, destroying the competition. Depending on what was at stake, lots of money could exchange hands. The whole practice went away when patent term got measured from filing date and all applications were published 18 months after filing.
There will be no kissing. Unless its my, oh never mind I'll be good. This is my happy place....
Titus as usual is ahead of the game, as the pair publicly perfect the burb, fart, combo.
Sort of fun and creepy to watch AllieOop trot out the same schtick she worked up here at The Happy Place.
I avoid combos...they leave me empty.
I avoid combos...they leave me empty.
Bung's the word.
MamaM, nothing you could possibly say would ever upset me anymore, I don't know or care what your "shtick" is. And you DO have a "shtick" here, some may appreciate it, I don't care one way or another.
I'm simply too busy living my life, enjoying myself. What I do find creepy though is your continuous interest in my comings and goings.
I am increasingly finding you boring and tedious, oh well each to their own.
I think I'm easy going. Unless you're a fool, stupid, cheapskate, French Canadian, loud, anal, control freak, liar, violent criminal..well that will do for now.
Bung's the word.
Heh. I bought a 3" hole saw to cut some bung holes in a project I started. I love acquiring tools and have a garageful to prove it.
Would you like some TP for your bung hole? Who said that, my son used to run around saying that when he was a pre teen.
Too late Allie...I plugged the bung holes with some matching pipe...then I buried the whole thing in my yard. Some neighbors got really curious and came over to ask.
I took pictures of the whole thing and plan to brag about it on my blog when I'm finished.
nothing you could possibly say would ever upset me anymore
So good to know. I'll add this declaration, as the cherry on the Sunday, to the list of comments posted and deleted by AllieOop in what appear to be fits of responsive pique, when the famed not caring becomes too effing effervescent and blows the bung.
Cat fight!!!
No Nick, no cat fight, LOL. I simply can't be bothered, some good stuff happening.
LOL Another deletion! Read 'em and weep or better yet, bring on the crack favorite, ROFLMAO!
Cats sharing the same house rarely engage in knockdown dragout fights. Sometimes they'll tear around chasing each other for excitement's sake, but mostly they engage instead in stare downs, where one fixes its gaze on the other and stands ground until the other breaks eye contact, issues a low "urr", waves a menacing paw, and turns away.
Since one of the cats in this House of Mirrors has delivered the err and desultory whack before turning away and explaining again for the record how much she really really truly doesn't care, there is no fight, just as she said. Meanwhile the evidence of how much she can't be bothered continues to collect.
One would think a Big Cat like ndspinneli, who watches like a hawk and roars like a lion over at TOP, would recognize the drill.
MamaM, my deleting had nothing o do with you, revealed something personal about MYSELF, I don't want to reveal at his time. Why don't you give it a rest, be happy, go give your husband a kiss and a back rub, have a drink. Enjoy, don't be so fixated with what I do.
It makes me feel bad for you. Live your own life.
And MamaM, I'm gonna give you a nice big hug to send you on your way :)
Oops! Bothered again it seems as the Deeply Concerned Parental Voice emerges from the fray to command control.
No kisses for Crack, yet a nice big hug to send you on your way!
Still ROFLMAO! Unfortunately, for those so inclined, there's no place to "send" me! How frustrating is that for someone who believes others make them "feel bad"? It's my good fortune that I am yet able to live and comment as I please without someone who knows little to nothing about my personal circumstances deciding what is best for me.
Sigh.
Monkey photo's always cause trouble. Just sayn'
The monkey really copping a feel, right?
Yeah it was the old fashioned bra and panties with stockings and the garters.
Bung hole was from Beavis and Butthead Allie.
tits.
Ohhhh, thanks Titus. M son also used to sing this crazy song, " I was at the bottom of the pool....", and "my ( boys name) doesn't have diarrhea" from some other cartoon. Used to drive me crazy.
Another thing he used to do was, in summer when all the doors and windows were open, he would yell at the top of his lungs, " It's OK Ma, we'll still love you even if you're a lesbian". He was quite the comedian.
NTTWAWW, being a lesbian, I just wasn't one, but some of my neighbors were beginning to look at me sideways. It is Waukesha County after all.
MamaM wrote: It's my good fortune that I am yet able to live and comment as I please without someone who knows little to nothing about my personal circumstances deciding what is best for me.
Well said
Exactly Chickenlittle, I guess it's Ok for her to get in my business though, right? And you called ME a hypocrite the othe day?
Unbelievable, but not surprising coming from you. I used to defend you, funny.
Trooper asks for peace and harmony on his blog, I try to respect that, but I'd like you to know he also told me I should ALWAYS defend myself.
The problem w/ this internets is we can't sit down, have a drink or 7, and work out this acrimony. I believe if we could, it would all be laughed about @ the end of the evening.
@Nick: That's what Henry used to say: link
@ Nick Do you honestly believe the prevaricators, manipulators and abusers observed during the course of your career would have changed their character and behavior if they sat down for a drink or 7 with you and a shared a laugh over their antics?
I respect AllieOop's right to comment as she pleases. I also rest in my right to do the same.
I find it amazing that anyone as perceptive, respectful and good hearted as AllieOop would need to be reminded of Rule Number One. Or repeatedly cautioned against phishing among phriends. Or advised as to the lameness of appeals to higher authority.
I don't know which is more ludicrous: a belief that comments publicly made are private "business" or the notion a competent commenter with a long and consistent history here and at TOP would need or profit from her defense.
Did you say something nice to me MamaM?! Sort of, kinda, maybe?
Nice as a hug and twice as sincere!
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