All the cool kids are writing these diaries so I thought I would too.
- BooMan stole my pony. It’s a long story, not surprisingly, involving drinking and gun running on the Mexican border to finance a Swedish crime syndicate. Let’s just say I loved that pony.
- CabinGirl requires me to give her mojo every time she comments in one of my diaries. Otherwise, she’s threatened to turn over incriminating photos of me from the last Yearly Carnacki meetup (no the pony was not involved. It wasn’t a romantic love with the pony).
- Chills and Thrills was a great feature even if it did draw only an average of two comments, one of them the tip jar, despite Boo frontpaging it.
- Back in the day, the GrannyHelen-Carnacki feud tore it up and made the site the destination in blogtopia (yes skippy coined that yadda yadda yadda).
- I was kicked out of the froggybottom cafe for excessive alcohol abuse — and I hadn’t even been drinking.
- Two words — no, make it three — West Virginia Blue.
- All the good Booman Tribune gossip is posted over on other blogs that hate the site.
- I can never remember if West Virginia falls in the East Thread or the South Thread.
- Steven D’s feet smell.
- I’m one of the few people in the world who owes BooMan money, instead of the other way around.
Yearly Carnacki will be in Washington, D.C. this year if I get around to organizing it.
Who ratted my feet out?
Nobody, man. That’s the problem.
Kinda like this bit from an old Saturday Night Live sketch called The Loud Family:
Papa Loud (yelling): What seems to be the problem, officer?
Cop: Can you people please keep it down in here?
Papa Loud: Why, who complained?
Cop: Nobody, I was just driving by!
Need help? I was just thinking that it wasa almost that time of year again…I’ve been battling the urge to drive down to Haper’s Ferry for a hike ever since the weather improved.
We haven’t done D.C. yet. What about either the zoo or the Smithsonian or a walking tour?
Ooh, I haven’t been to the zoo in ages….
damn.
i should post a “why i don’t read skippy as much as i used to” diary.
And here I thought you’d run off with the Overstock.com lady.
but I don’t read Booman any less either.
Thanks, Carnacki. Good going.
You were kicked out of the froggybottom cafe for excessive alcohol abuse. I must have been to drunk to notice.
That wasn’t very nice.
Any comment from the pony?
Nay.
You’ll never get your pony back this way.
Now this is the kind of serious journalism I’ve come to expect from people here. We’ve got human interest stories-boy steals pony, crime stories-Swedish mafia, celebrity feuds-GrannyHelen/Carnacki, geography-concerning W.Virginia and of course just for fun, stories of smelly feet so I guess I’ll be canceling my GBCW diary…besides didn’t someone mention drinks all around…which might make for some more good photojournalism blackmail I mean fun group photos…but no passing out I mean sleeping on hotel floors ok, inanimate objects don’t make for dynamic pictures.
They’re clean, efficient, safe, and they sell bootleg CDs of ABBA and Ace of Base.
And they’re tall and blonde and sell beer, right?
Or is that somebody else?
(I don’t have a TV; it’s hard to keep these things straight.)
Now that’s an organization I want to be a part of….
Damn you Manee. Like I needed another time waster.
[This little fella lives about 10 miles down the road from us, and all he does is get cuter and cuter.]
what breed is he?
Yes, I felt I should have posted “cute overload” in the subject line.
Mum appears to be a shetland pony. Dad was probably a POA (pony of the Americas, i.e. a miniturized Appaloosa). He’s about two and half months old and just above knee high on me.
Check out this Thursday’s Dog Blog for another (and even cuter) view.