The end is nigh for me. I can’t take it anymore. The navel gazing. The infighting. The diaries on ratings abuse. The focus on things I don’t want to talk about. The flame war with Armando. The refugee crisis…
Ya know, all the usual stuff.
So I say to you BooTribbers: pay more attention to the shit I want to pay attention to or I’m outta here. For serious.
Basically, my point is you need to… pay more attention to me. Even when I don’t post anything you can still talk about me and the things I think are worthwhile ya know, it’s just plain rude not to… like the price of tea in China & Oui’s latest lyrical posting & if Anamolous will give me another 4 or not.
And finally, stop being so serious people… whatever happened to the art of the snark in these parts??
Boo hoo, so long Boo, you lost a precious poster who was wronged repeatedly without anyone even knowing it. Adios, au revoir, have a good life.
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Okay, you got me… maybe not for serious… it is Saturday and since I don’t garden I figured I’d spend some time spreading snark on the site. 😉
So what would your GBCBT look like? And how’s the weather in your neck of the woods?
Don’t let the door hit you spider.
ps – it’s 29 C in T.O. (or about 90 F for my Yankee peeps)
don’t let the door hit you…mooshed spider is a pain in the ass to clean up off the walls…
🙂
Made me laugh, Spidey. With your name it’s a good thing you don’t garden. We’d have to spray you…with a biodegradable, environmentally-safe, organic substance, of course.
Actually, I never kill spiders unless they’re brown recluses, and they’re staring at me. I figure that makes them psychotic brown recluses because, I mean, excuse me. . .recluses.
In my house, there are spiders that seem to really like living in bathrooms. Way up in the corners. You think they like steam? Maybe I should supply terry cloth towels and cool bottled water?
I probably shouldn’t say this, Kansas, but I once stepped out of a nice, warm shower, wrapped my towel around my shoulders, and had a brown recluse run all the way down my body to my toes and make its escape to a crack in the wall. I’ve never felt a spider run so fast.
I’ve never felt a spider run so fast.
Shudder! Maybe I’d better take a closer look at those guys in the corner? I don’t ever want to feel a recluse run!
No doubt — recluses — priceless Kansas!
the spiders seem to have taken over my entire house this spring… everytime I turn around there is a new web on something. Hmmm… they must be reading my posts and recognize a compatriot… cool, at least someone is paying attention to me! 😉
at least someone is paying attention to me!
Okay, now that’s just pathetic. lol. They’re probably talking about you, too.
Silly Kansas, spiders can’t talk… even I know that!
Heehee… yeah, I’m just on a role today eh! 😉
… must force self to go outside and do something worthwhile with my day…
lol! You’re going outside? I thought you were a house spider. OMG, is that YOU in my shower? Well, if it is, you’re sorrier about it than I am, cause you’ve got the view.
BTW. . .are you actually a plant or a spider? And by “plant,” I do not mean of the GOP variety.
I couldn’t be a morning glory unfortunately… not my style 😉
Actually, it’s a tribute to my dad and my favorite hockey team.
My dad was a goalie on the Maple Leafs farm team back in the day and his nickname was spider. And then my (and his obviously!) fav team are the Leafs… hence… spiderleaf.
Which reminds me… Bring Back Hockey dammit. 😉
That’s very cool that your name is connected to your dad. A goalie, wow. He must have been a tough dude on the ice. Hope you get your hockey back.
Yeah, he had his serious failings as a father and wasn’t around after I hit 13 at all, but I also recognize that he had at least the sense to recognize he was totally fucked up as an individual… he got kicked off the farm team for being an alcoholic and that was pretty much the beginning of the end of any type of dream of a career he had.
They’re probably talking about you, too.
Too funny – thanks for the laugh!
Hey! I’ve done everything in my power to make ya feel good this week! (well, there was that one comment, at least)!
Mention me in a diary, and I too will have to leave. Or perhaps that’s the strategy. I do feel a conspiracy under foot, you know.
At least your diaries get recommended – no one even notices mine! (Oh wait, I guess “write a diary” is merely on my list of to-dos)
Thanks for lightening things up – much appreciated! (And, as I’ve demonstrated in the past – I will always have your back with a 4 – in spite of your momentary lapse into the dreaded world of narcissism – which is sooooo unlike you ;-).
She shoots – she scores. Ten points for the “stream of consciousness” team!
Good day!
I have been hatching the plan to drive you off the site for the last week by posting whiny comments and snarky diaries… I knew it would finally come to fruition by mentioning you in the diary… ah, if only everything was so easy… 😉
Is it still considered narcissism if it’s all true? (yeah, I’ve been on a bender with that for the last week or so… not that it’s that very different from the normal state of affairs for me though…
And for Krishna’s sake A write one of those diaries… I promise I’ll recommend immediately!
🙂
Sorry – I couldn’t keep up with your whining – I was too busy hosting my own pity parties and working my way off the site on my very own accord. Feh – who needs you to get me kicked off?
Hey! Maybe if we start super-trolling each other we’ll garner some well deserved attention. Because “bad attention” seems to be the road to the spotlight and immortality!
how a category saying harmless, but still might need a visit or two with a shrink. I did a snark last night on Dkos and got a 2 for it. Lots of touchy people these days.
Yeah, people can be touchy (and feely) sometimes. I do snark quite a bit on BooT so it’s a bit safer. And I’ve gotten a few two’s for snark on dkos in the past, but most people didn’t seem to mind.
Although, there have been some serious goodbye’s recently, catnip being one, so it might be a bit early for the snark… but then again, I love the smell of napalm in the morning…
I’m new to the neighborhood. I just moved in down the street. I was wondering, I haven’t unpacked all my stuff, and, um, could I borrow a cup of high explosives?
I’m making a double batch of high octane snarkarole and I’m just missing that one ingredient.
Spiderleaf, that was a great title! I thought, great, I’ve only been hear a few days, and already somebody has had it up to here, and is leaving.
I’m with you though, all this sugar is making me hypoglycemic. Sometimes I need a couple rounds of snark to balance things out.
So, in that spirit….did you leave you brain on the nightstand this morning? If you want to go, just go. No need to tell everyone. What, did you take some sensitivity course, which leads you to think we care? What a wuss!
Ahhhhhh, life in the balance
Napalm?
Thanks for the comic relief.
I used to run that sound wav file when my PC came on each time. 🙂
but then I’d have to argue with you. I am the anti-drug. = )
HUMID. Very Humid. Oh, and pretty hot, not blistering hot, mind you, just pretty hot. Laying around in the kiddie pool kind of hot and humid.
Walking around topless in th airconditioning, hot and humid.
Ooop. Hubby home with groceries, must go help bring them in!
Boo hoo yourself! Why don’t you try again and learn how to write a real GBCW diary like pyrrho on the first day? I can see both you are still around handing out mojo likes it’s yours to give. If you think you’re any better than the rest of the pond scum around here, then allow me the first to push you off the lily pad. It’s frogs like you that have kept me up all week; you and your snark-addicted brigade. I say Boo to You.
On another note, the weather here in Eegeeland is fantastic! I’m sitting out on the porch with my laptop and a huge glass of Sun Tea, which was made in three seconds out in the heat.
(psssst, who took the handcuffs off the bood abides and gave him access to his photoshop?)
Oh man Man E, you sure know how to cut a girl down to size toute suite… just for that I’ll give you my last 4 before slinking off into the night of lurking… 😉
Mmmm… porch on a warm summer day… don’t mind if I do.
damn that bood, I know he warned me and all but I just had to click anyway. I am permanently scarred now.
I’m off to pour turpentine into my eyes.
The spider bites! <snark>
n/t