Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Two years and rolling!
Thank you from all your faithful Minions!
Miss a Photo or Slideshow or Comment Thread? Party Recap Below:
- Archives
- Links To Personal Tributes From The Minions To EE
- Photos
- Final Poll
- Slideshows
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(34)
-
▼
April
(34)
-
▼
Apr 24
(12)
- The Bar - 12th Round
- The Bar - 11th Round
- The Bar - 10th Round
- The Bar - 9th Round (Thursday)
- The Bar - 8th Round (Thursday)
- The Bar - 7th Round (Thursday)
- The Bar - 6th Round (Thursday)
- The Bar - 5th Round (Thursday)
- The Bar - 4th Round (Thursday)
- The Bar - 3rd Round (Thursday)
- The Bar - 2nd Round (Thursday)
- The Bar - 1st Round (Thursday)
-
▼
Apr 24
(12)
-
▼
April
(34)
Congratulations EE - Messages From Your Minions
Portrait by Antony B
EE Partying Down With Minionites Chris And Robin
Picture by paparazzo Antony B
EE has to repopulate the earth 'single-handedly.' No humans are left. Which does he choose?
114 comments:
*shuffles in, grumbling*
Bonhomie is definitely better than smelling like bear.
It's rather sad to be booted into the last room of the night and the first one of the morning. I think I have a drinking problem.
Crazed 12' Kodiak monsters stalking the flesh of heroic wilderness explorers — yes, this is neither apt not conducive to continued e-minion chumminess.--
Actually, that isn't a bad description, but I smell pretty. Vanilla and...sandlewood.
Excellent.
I've just been out for a walk amongst cattle and probably smell of Eau De Methane.
Well, maybe y'all are drunk enough now to participate in the new contests. They're now posted and ready for entering!
I've had a cursory scan, Phoenix, and I'll happen by later.
Sticking with The Bar till my lunch has frazzled to a crisp...
Phoenix, as soon as these hot rollers come out of my titian tresses, I have to actually put clothes on and go to work.
Unfortunately, at my job getting on the net for anything other than work is grounds for discipline or dismissal. Not even during breaks. So, it will be this evening before I can play.
WO, why are you walking amongst cows?
Lunch! I'm fumbling for my coffee right now :o)
Your last thread is over in the Archives now (links in the sidebar) in case you need to reference something in it.
Poor Julie :o( We'll miss you till then. I'm lucky enough to work from home and so far Blogger hasn't been yanked from our list of approved sites.
The swirl of their breath in the morning's chill glow speaks to me as if I was blessed.
Alternatively — I live near a farm and my inbox is heaving with shite.
Robin will be at work and Blogger-less today, and I have meetings and, well, work, to do at work, too, but I'll be monitoring how full the rooms are, problems, etc. So everyone who can stick around and paw-ty.
I'm guessing there will be a steady trickle of partygoers over the next few hours, rising to an unparalelled cacophony of debauchery later.
But I've been wrong about this sort of thing before.
I miss cows. Especially this time of year. There is nothing pretty than a new calf, unless it's a new foal.
There will be debauchery and I will miss out on it?!
Oh, wait, I'm shy and bashful and fragile. Nevermind.
Phoenix, it's nice to be able to work from home. I did with the magazine and loved it.
Calves and foals — and the more athletic lambsies — are fine, but I'm doing the rounds of baby foxes at the moment.
They abound as Obama/Clinton chat.
Bumped into one the other day lost in foliage sublime. I'm guessing she was only young because in addition to not hearing the clump of my boots, when she rounded the bush and beheld my unfoxular form, she hung oe'r leaf fall for a second, neither paralysed nor aflee and I experienced that odd thing of looking into anothers' eyes for longer than might otherwise have been the case.
Foxes!
Smells oven chips aflame...
Yeah, my workplace are internet nazis, so while I COULD get on-line to check by here during working hours, they expect us mere mortals to be able to vanquish temptation...on pang of being fired. Heh.
I like you guys, but I like owning a house more. So, work.
But I'll be back by this evening to catch up with some others I remember from the Days of Salad and Glory. I forgot how much you guys crack me up!
Oh, foxes, now that would be an experience. I'm already envious.
You're cooking oven chips for breakfast? I'll pass.
I heart my employer. They only block certain websites, and sometimes that can change. Once, my own blog was blocked temporarily, but it was a glitch.
We're deadline oriented, so as long as the work gets done and the paper makes it to the presses on time, we can spend our down time as we like. We just can't drink (boo hoo).
I just have a half day today, so I'll be checking back soon! *pours whiskey into coffee*
*hick!*
Oh, Ril just sent his tribute link over. His is a MUST read. Friggin' hilarious. It's over in the sidebar under "Ril".
Lunch. And not burned.
If I had a chaise longue I'd pretend to be Nero and wolf them down as grapes.
Hiya Gutterball.
Hiya Chumplet.
I love foxes, just not too near. I have free-ranging chickens and ducks and the trade-off to have more foxes around, not so dear to me. We have coyotes enough to keep me nervous about my little chicks and ducklings - even my dogs and cats. I've had packless young male coyotes on my porch during the day. And we have a herd of wild pigs that lives in the creek bottom.
Hey Gutterball and Chumplet.
And with that I must adieu.
Might be late tonight. Oldest son's wife is having a baby today. Middle son's wife had a baby girl three months ago and we have another little girl on the way. Yay!
Oh, Phoenix, that sounds grand.
A whirring plastic Disney nightmare awaits thee.
Other than that — good news.
Phoenix — sounds like you have a great menagerie.
You guys should envy me my commute. I see wild game all over the place on my commute. I actualy have to take a shortcut through a nearly unpopulated stretch of road through Canada driving each way, so it's moose, fox, bear, deer, deer in headlights, moose in headlights, skunk, porcupine, fisher cats, weasels, partridge, wild turkey and oh yes, more deer.
A couple of years ago my carpool buddy and I saw twin moose calves and their mamma. The little guys were still all wobbly, just a few hours old at most.
Forgive the weird pluralizations. I'm in the habit living up here. People don't pluralize group nouns. it's "How many board foot do you want?" and the like.
More contests?
I see a cow almost every morning. In the mirror. Bah-dum-ching!
Singular or plural, wildlife is wonderful. Sights like that Written, are almost worth a commute to work. Almost.
Back in a bit. Hungry goats and fowl and lizards and dogs and cats await.
Hi Chumplet! Get to work on those contests, Precie!
What a great bar. Disappear to the loo for a second and the entire Canadian gene pool whips your seat.
Still here, Precie, WW, Phoenix?
I'll be in and out. I'm at work, and because they recently unblocked blogger I can stop by ALL DAY. But I can't lurk every minute, alas.
Funny, while I was afk, I noticed a swallow flitting about. This is a bit disconcerting as the swallows all moved on last week so I'm not sure what he's doing here.
I thought I'd come back here and get some hair of the dog and ask if anyone knows anything about swallows and it turns out everyone is talking about their local wildlife already!
Even in my small town, the local wildlife is NOT in the woods, Sylvia! If my hair weren't already white, it would turn it based on some of the tales I've been told.
Swallows are a rarity round my way but at certain times of the year, starlings hog the skies like invaders from another world. The horizon darkens, and little old ladies topping up their bird boxes with dried crusts of bread scuttle indoors.
And then in the excitement, I forgot to ask my question -
Having gone south for the winter, why don't the swallows just stay there?
Just read the closed contests, my favorite snicker fest is kirsten's:
"Reading Evil Editor is like a really awesome evening in, but without the wet spot."
probably has something to do with food supply, is my guess
*sits down and waits for scary stories from writtenwyrd*
WW — are we talking Saruman, or metaphorical white?
Truly white hair is a rarity - unless you holidayed as a child in Bleach-On-Sea.
I'm flitting around. Trying to catch up on last night's carnage. Did everyone see that Miss Snark made a brief appearance?
My hair is white, not grey. Still a bit of pepper, but I started blanching at 28 and it went silver white.
Thanks to the earth's revolutions, they probably end up back where they started as far as their Universal Co-ordinate Detectors are concerned. So they flap off again.
Elephant seal anatomy is a different kettle of fish.
Elephant seal anatomy, last I looked, IS a kettle of fish! (I saw that eye roll, now stop it!)
I'm currently sporting a rubber swimming cap to stem the follicle exodus.
Can you do that thing where you look as if you're averting your gaze from a speeding bullet aimed directly between your eyes?
I can go cross-eyed, but I can't do that.
It's a genetically inherited trait for getting you noticed in a crwod - or hired as a human-goat hybrid on satellite TV Sci-fi spoofs.
I know it's difficult for you guys on that front. It's difficult to ignore when you see the ravages of age in the mirror. I can at least avoid looking at my fat posterior in the mirror.
Well, all the gardens around here means that the swallow should be fine, if it's a food thing. Then he can nip back again in the fall.
Best I can do is cross one eye, WO. Are you saying there are actual people who can look 2 directions at once? Ouch.
In California and other temperate spots, a lot of migratory mooch birds are camping out permanently in the local parks. Finger sized bird poop is polluting the parks and making a disgusting mess that will not go away. And a health hazard.
They are not dumb. They know that people feed them and their young are pretty safe.
I can move one eye without the other but definitely not both. It's making me all teary just thinking about it.
I've been meaning to build a bat box since 1993.
It's a simple feat of DIY construction and I've learned the basic calls, but I still can't seem to get started.
There's nothing like a an aerobatically expert bat fluttering in front of the full moon to set your heart alight.
Nothing, because I have yet to house a single one.
If they all stayed it'd be outright war between them and the sparrows, I think. I've only seen the one. Not that I usually watch.
Just read the limericks on writing. I sure am glad I'm not the one that has to pick a winner!
I used to have a friend with a glass eye and an elastic optic nerve who could play bat and ball with one while juggling the other.
It's politicians moving their eyes independently of one another you have to be wary of.
Mooch birds?
I hear bats here at night - at least I think they are bats. They are higher than me on the second floor balcony and they make a creee sort of sound?
It's only this minute occurred to me to wonder if they are actually bats. I never see them.
Might be a Mock Bat Posse — they're like small lizards with delusions of sonar.
LOL yeah, probably, knowing my luck.
Bleah,now I'll end up having to sit outside at night to see if I can spot one. You are interfering with my EE time!
Hey — Sylvia, WW, no idea if you're still around but this has been a fun deployment of joie de vivre hormones.
(leaves half-drunk beer on bar with straw for wandering weredingo experimentation...)
WO you are impossible to follow at times, but it's interesting trying to do so.
I'm in and out.
Mooch birds, deer, bear and whatever abound. That's why I do not feed wildlife except the ones in the yard (and I livein town). Some folks out by the lake have been feeding fox and I ran one over because it ran literally in front of the wheels because it had zero fear of cars. Bleh.
I'm bouncing in and out too while pretending to get stuff done.
The big mooching issue here is feral cats. This is a popular holiday resort and the tourists go AW, look at the pretty kitty and put food out.
One person actually bought food and brought it over asking if we could continue to leave food out for the poor cats. ARGH!
It's not just the tourists though - there's a new colony over by the trashcans/rubbish bins and I keep seeing little plates put out with food, pretty sure that's residents.
About once a year the population gets so high that it's crazy and a van comes through and traps them and kills them. Even my son understands that not feeding the cats gives them a longer lifespan than encouraging them to breed.
Try telling that to the people feeding them, though.
Morning, room.
Crap, I just walked in and everyone's gone? Well, they won't miss it if I help myself to this, then, will they?
Ril--Don't eat that!
They knew I was showing up now.
Hi EE!
Oh sure, NOW you guys show up, after all the hard work is done.
*grumble*
You guys have been here all night?
The only wild animals I see every day are my children.
Morning, EE et al.
Last thing I remember is playing I'll show you mine if you show me yours with Kiersten. I woke up crumpled against the bar.
...speak of the devil
Jeez, I leave you guys alone for hours and hours and hours and you go and get drunk and start whoring around. I'm off work tonight and can stay up late and you all will be catching up on your z's too. *pouts*
Well, that's what happens when you play games with the only person in the room not drinking. I also took your wallet.
It's tasty. What's in it?
I just popped in to track down a nightcap before heading up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire.
Oddly enough, everyone not on the west coast missed out on some really interesting and helpful conversations. Actually, Kirsten's contributions were sometimes a little bit *too* interesting.
"Honey, where's Bedfordshire?"
"Why?"
"Ril just said he was climbing the wooden hill to Bedfordshire. Did he mean wooded? It's Ril, so I'm not sure if it's a typo or not."
*long suffering sigh* "Sylvia, he means he's going to bed."
"Oh."
I assume this "blog" won't be disappearing after today. Maybe there could be a weekly chat for minions who enjoy each others' company.
Um...I think it's the, uh, residue from sylvia and kirsten's "show me" festivities. We won't know for sure until the lab results come back.
And, people, I thought my purse would be safe behind the bar. I found a variety of unmentionables stuffed in it. Y'all owe me a new purse...and wallet...and I don't even want to know what was done with my lipstick!
I have a bad habit of clicking publish again if it's taking forever, and then I end up with a duplicate.
Ah, I must clarify. Kirsten=dirty. Kiersten=nice stay-at-home mommy.
Kirsten's more entertaining.
My, ril's a he? I for some reason always assumed he's a she.
another benefit of this chatting.
Apparently I need to go read barroom 6.
EE has discovered the secret to effective cloning. He just has trouble corralling the, uh, practice versions.
The chatting was great last night. It was fun being able to get advice from people who have been doing this a long time.
I mean, a REALLY long time. Some of you guys are OLD.
The sexually ambiguous (apparently) ril said...
The wooden hill is the staircase; Bedfordshire is, ah, where the bed is. Actually.
To be honest, I can't afford to get this little done on a weekly basis.
Nice "tribute piece," ril. Like everyone, you're putting too much effort into this. I'm humbled. Temporarily.
Er, I think the wife and the child calling him Daddy means I'm right but I'm not willing to stick my neck out.
Except to glare at Kiersten. Lots.
Hey, it was fun. Glad you liked it.
Yeah, most of them are pretty old.
Hey, I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do.
You're secretly very proud of that poetry.
Speaking of old, seriously, EE, how old are you?
Yeah, they were all advising me to wake up earlier in the morning to get writing done. I have a toddler--do you think I EVER sleep past sunrise?
Old people, honestly.
You're only as old as you feel. So that would make me 10.
Young people deserve toddlers! Humph.
You know, I only recently redid all my filing in a fit of work avoidance. I had no idea it was going to mean that I would know exactly where to go and find my most embarrassing scribblings whilst drinking too much port.
I need to get a combination lock for that drawer or something.
Once they move from infant to toddler they become the husband's responsibility.
In that case, I'm forty.
And Sylvia, only if you give me the combination.
Well, I just stopped in to say "Hi" but I have to call it a night. Have fun. I'll stop by later when it's nighttime where you are.
G'night, ril. What time zone do you live in?
Yeah, but the twelve hours he's gone a day would make for fairly neglected children.
Japan. EST + 13.
That sounds like an interesting documentary, kiersten: Feral at Home, the new latchkey children
The best thing about the summer I spent in Japan was that I could call the UK and California at the same time without pissing anyone off :)
Ouch, 12 hours? Long commute or inhumane hours?
My son came out feral. There's nothing I can do.
I remember having to arrange a conference call between France, East Coast, California and Japan once. Nobody was happy except the boss man, who got to take the call at a reasonable time.
Long commute, longish hours. He's a city prosecutor. If you come to our town and pee on the sidewalk, he'll take you down!
I'm gone 13 hours with commute due to 11 hour work days. I hope that the bulk of the time isn't commute for hubs, kiersten.
Oh, he doesn't like pee-verts?
Hey guys. You know the drill. Over to the Round 2 thread, please, for faster refresh and less scrolling for all!
Post a Comment