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Two years and rolling!
Thank you from all your faithful Minions!
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- Photos
- Final Poll
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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?
121 comments:
Hey, where'd the picture post go?
I was just wondering the same thing!
You'll see....
::cue Twilight Zone music::
GAH! I wrote a really long (and witty and intelligent) post about abridged versions of classics for children and you LOCKED it!
*mutter*
It was a beautiful picture. Suitable for framing. Or possibly just swindling.
The limerick contests still could use a few more entries.
And the simile contest is a riot.
Get submitting!
ooh! EE wears socks that look like that! sexy
I'm sorry, Sylvia!!
Hey guys- Antony's pic is still up on his blog- and the link is on the sidebar here, if you wanna keep guessing who's in the photo.
Other EE pics are coming...
Sylvia- can you redo any of it???
The Web link to Antony's portrait pic is:
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/2400545863_454fa9d041_o.jpg
Antony's given permission for any of us to use it for whatever purpose (he didn't stipulate we need to credit him, but hey, that's professional courtesy). He's also got free EE wallpaper on his tribute page :o)
Just realized what a lark that could be, Sylvia. Claiming you wrote a truly masterful piece, but that BLOGGER ATE IT. Uh-huh.
LOL bah, Phoenix is on to me. :/
Jeez, I disappear for a couple of hours and miss all the conversation!
I have seen some odd video titles during my law enforcement career days (searching commercial trucks) and let me tell you, those boxes were an education. (And I'd thought living in San Francisco had educated me enough. I was wrong.) Because guys out on the road are, well, still guys.
Okay, guys, Robin's out of the house and I have to go make a beer run. Please don't burn down the blog while we're gone or our moms are gonna kill us.
What I'd actually said (but in a much more exciting manner, obviously. You'd have been hanging on every word) was that a friend of mine kept buying my son "classics" that seemed really heavy and hard work for a young kid reading for pleasure. Things like Kidnapped.
Turned out, the friend had never actually read these books - as a kid he'd been given abridged versions with simplified vocab. He actually read one of the books he'd given my kid and was shocked.
He's since said he can't find the "simple" versions of these books that he remembers. Does anyone else remember these? Or is he just weird?
Where'd the bar go? I need another zombie...
*gets on phone*
Hai! Partay! Come on. Yeah. D3wd, don't ask ?'s, just cum on ovah. Partay! No oldies. Lotsa booze. It's l33t - c'mon ovah.
The simple, edited versions are about all I can find. If you go into a brick and mortar bookstore, the YA and children's sections have different versions, oftentimes. Adult versions, too. Ask the librarian at your library or the clerk at the store which level you are after; they'll be able to help, I'm sure.
It's interesting but Kid's fiction has changed a lot.
Ironic rRehashing of old myths and stories seems to be where it's at au mo, and the older classics don't get much of a mention — apart from Peter Pan, in my experience.
The original Barrie version creaks like the bowels of an old galleon but kids just seem to love it.
Hey, E.E. just published one of my captions under a cartoon.
I feel that, today, I have become a man.
Ul — it's like striking out into the jungle and throttling Ron Ely with a length of vine. A rite of passage not to be missed.
How odd - so these are common? I'll go look myself.
His school has a great library (and previous school had an AWESOME librarian who taught him how to use it) and they buy YA books as they come out. So he's picking stuff up and reading it faster than I can find out about the next-great-book. In fact, he's now buying ME books (Magician's Guild series by Trudi Canavan) - which I think is just awesome.
Hurray Ulysses! Does that mean you now have to get really drunk and throw up?
Shadow Forest by Matt Haig, was fun.
The great thing about this blog-cum-chat lark is that it's little like the 1969 astronaut footage — no sooner do we hear that N.A. has stepped on the moon than he's already left it.
I feel like a synchopath.
Added to my shopping basket - thanks :)
Those socks look way too young to remember N.A.'s live footage.
For anyone seeking entertainment other than composing limericks, check out http://odestoee.blogspot.com/ and then do your own. And then make new avatars so we can all laugh at you.
New socks on old legs.
Thanks Kiersten.
Are haikus to EE edited down to 11 syllables?
I always thought it was five-seven-five. But I'm sure EE will find them all equally ridiculous, regardless of syllables.
Basho really mixes it up.
Makes you wonder — did they have the internet in those days only to subsequently lose it? Basho sounds like an alias.
Whirlochre: Ron Ely? My word, that takes me back to Saturday mornings long before I had to shave. You're dating both of us.
Sylvia: There is a time and a place for everything. In this case, any time, anywhere.
He was my fave Tarzan — so muscular, in a 70s heralding the 80s kind of a way.
From the stunning manner in which he glistened as he swung twixt Cheetah, Jai and pre-animatronics croc, I'm guessing he shaved everything. Either that or my memories of Technocolour are now framed in Nostalgiobloom.
He's the Tarzan of my memories, without question, and every incarnation since then has been compared to those memories unfavorably. I remember little of the actual show but the opening shots where he vine swings and stands on a stone shelf in the middle of a waterfall and yells. Am I remembering that right?
Alas, I must abandoned this fair watering hole for duties of hearth and home. Farewell, all, I go now to seek my rest in the bosom of the fair Penelope. Provided, of course, I can get Telemachus to bugger off for a few hours...
Talk of Ron Ely.
Minions bugger off sharpish.
Curse that oiled-up hunk.
Just catching up. MAD Magazine was a staple of my childhood reading. I also remember enjoying Alfred Hitchcock's Solve them Yourself Mysteries and The Thinking Machine.
Where'd WHAT picture post go?
Not sure about the disappearing pictures but I do remember MAD.
They used to have loads of dog-eared copied squished together on revolving stands labelled AMERICAN COMICS, along with all the Marvel and DC stuff.
MAD was too adult and expensive — so I went for the Marvel.
Love the old B&W Hitchcocks — all of the goosebumps and none of the plucking the hair to see how much you bleed.
The pic of your mug has been replaced by the pic of your cute little ankle.
EE raises catapillars and lets them feed on his face?
Wow!
How cool is that?
Been checking contests. Much more material there than when I first looked, and lots of laughs.
They're not feeding, they're mating.
If he can dreadlock 'em as they hang, the reggae world is his...
I think we're planning on asking you to judge one tomorrow, EE.
So how are you planning to celebrate your blogiversary, EE, apart from the festivities here? Are you erecting a plaque in your office? A virtual bonfire, perhaps? Crashing your Ferrari into a ravine when the reality that you've been doing this for TWO whole years finally hits you?
"They're not feeding, they're mating."
And yet, EE, you maintain a straight face.
Hey Scott, How are ya?
I have a dog that has decided to have seizures. Ever watch a dog in the hopes that it does nothing for awhile?
It's like waiting for enlightenment. Tap... tap... tap...
Oh, I'm sorry!
My celebration comes after five years.
I got two catepillars at Easter and now they are butterflys, flitting around in a recycled (empty) aquarium. I feel kinda creepy sometimes, though, like the guy in Silence of the Lambs and I also wonder if they want to be free. But, it appears as if I have male and female, so if I get a new batch of the 'pilars I think I will let the first set go.
So, are there medicinal qualities or benefits to having catepillars mate on your face? (like leeches?) Or is it just another of your kinky ways?
ME
It's the way they sit looking at you, faithfully believing the universe couldn't possibly be annihilated — and craving munch.
2 yrs = relative pupa, then.
The best is yet to come.
Cool. Glad you're thinking WAY ahead!
I read MAD Magazine as a kid and a teen. Love that stuff. It made me think. The Nuns at school hated it.
I must admit to reading EVERY Doc Savage, EVERY Edgar Rice Burroughs - Tarzan, Barsoom, Mars, cheesy feet, EVERY Tom Swift.
I once asked a teacher (A Sister of Divine Providence, Nun) if I could do a report of Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land. That went over real big.
Oh my yes, MAD, I inhaled them. Every issue. And you know, even then there were film parodies where I had no clue what they were on about.
I'm just not a movie person I guess. :(
The other thing I had which I loved were these books with special pens, you'd use the pen to show the text - so it was logic puzzles (which child shot the aunt of which person with which weapon?) and solo tic-tac-toe and things like that. Magic Pen? I dunno, someone here must remember?
I just wish my dog would quit turning off the modem.
I visited a butterfly farm recently — essentially an ex-aeroplane hangar full of plants that would die outside its walls along with the butterflies.
They're beautiful creatures — until they land on you and you look up close and realise they're like moths in masks.
Are we near 100? It's just that I was about to do a long post and I think that means that the thread is about to be locked.
Set those butterflies free, ME.
Nowhere near 100
Ah! The special pens!
You could be Leonardo Da Vinci using the same physiological swoop you might otherwise employ to Punch Some Other Kid.
Sylvia - write it in your word processor and then past it into the comment box.
Although 2 closer, thanks to me.
Nope, Sylvia - we're at 61, honey.
EE, were you honestly surprised today?
63.
Does this mean Phoenix hovers overhead?
Three possible solutions:
1. get rid of the dog
2. relocate the modem
3. get wifi
MAD magazine. Yes, I loved them. My brother got them (he was 6 years older), and I ate them up. But rarely understood a lot of it. Kind of like... just about everything I read today.
Anyway, sylvia--those special-marker books where it reveals the content... YES! I loved those!
And Mad Libs, of course.
And two others I read about seven billion times: 101 Elephant Jokes (What is gray and stomps out forest fires? Smokey The Elephant. How do you get down from an elephant? You don't; you get down from a goose.) And "One Minute Mysteries," little brain twisters that had a twist to them.
My son, at 6 months, went through a full developmental exam. This was normal for where I was living, really good care in the community and watching out for kids.
Anyway, they tried to play patty-cake with him. I blushed brightly and explained that I'd never played that game with him and he didn't know it. They looked at me like there was something wrong with me, but carried on with the tests, skipping that one.
They handed him a toy to play with and then stood behind him and made noise. I felt really bad because I hated to keep interrupting - but I had to. "You gave him a really neat toy," I said. "He's not going to react to you making noises behind him because he's concentrating."
My mother and my son are the same in that respect, they totally shut out the world. But understandably, the social workers ignored me and kept making noises behind Connor's back. Which Connor kept ignoring to the point that they were starting to open up the books at "difficulty hearing"
But the next noise was a modem - suddenly Connor looked about, saw me, smiled, and then carried on playing. He just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to ignore him for the next hour.
I've never been so embarrassed.
PJD
I like...
Q - What's E.T. short for?
A - 'Cos he's got little legs.
I read MAD alot. My first boyfriend, Ron, (5th grade and he had a swimming pool) loved that mag. He had an entire closet filled with stacks and stacks of 'em. Oh, I tell you now, it was Love with a capital "L" that whole summer. I went to a lot of movies (my brother often took me)so I really enjoyed the movie parodies. My favorite thing about MAD magazines was the "magic picture" on the back page, where you had to match the "> <" (arrows) and create a funny new pic!!!
ME
Shocked.
If the butterflies come back to you, well, it would be very odd.
Oh, Sylvia- what a hoot!
It owuld be good if doctors actually paid attention to parents during these 'exams'.
Never saw it coming. I didn't think the date was a coincidence, but I assumed that had to do with me visiting on your first day. You should, of course have a blog.
Hi paca!
Good, EE. Shocked is good.
Dang, I opened the comments at 61, and posted at 73. Sheesh.
LOL I think that's so awesome - I didn't know about the double-bluff but I can see him assuming you'd launch your blog on his anniversary. Nice and secure that he knows what is happening.
And then to be sprung with this :)
Spy vs. Spy was never funny. Not once in a thousand tries.
I just blog on your all's blogs.
I'm having trouble finishing me edits. I have over 112,000 words, taking them down to (hopefully) 80-85,000- and many of the chapters, as you might expect from me, need editing.
I can't do that and blog on my own blog, but I CAN play with you guys on your blogs.
Yes the delay in comments makes everything you type seem irrelevant.
I type with one hand when robin is around, though. You never know what she's going to write.
Please note that I did not just say that.
In fact, if a few long comments appear while you're typing one yourself, it can seem like you've wandered off.
Evil, EE. Evil.
There's no delay at all - it posts as soon as it's posted - there are just a few threads to follow.
Especially if you don't want too many typos.
Say- for instance - desert vs. dessert.
Yea, isn't this cool of Phnx and Robin and Chris and PJD and whoever else?
Butterflys are Free
Good movie, Goldie's first dramatic role, I think?? Also a wonderful play. Which reminds me: When EE does the dialogue exercise it gets me thinking about playwriting, and how there is no room for excess baggage in that type of writing, eh?
ME
Mmmmmm Hmmmm. The Wanderer.
Smartass.
It will read kind of convoluted to the aliens, though.
That should fuck up their invasion plans.
Yes the delay in comments makes everything you type seem irrelevant.
Not as irrelevant as the two comments I've tried to post that blogger has eaten! Arrgh!
It's been a while, but I had to stop by and say thanks for everything you do. My earlier, aborted comments were *ahem* sexually suggestive, so I'm certain EE had nothing to do with their not showing up, haha!
Cheers!
-kis
So, you're mad at me for bringing up dessert.
EE's getting the keys to this baby, to keep as his present, and a memory, when this is all over.
He can have a big time, wandering around, feeling the love.
Shakespeare padded out Falstaff's speeches to allow the actors to get from one side of the stage to the other.
Make those comments again!
Agree with the lack of mirth in Spy vs Spy, but I did often enjoy the "Lighter Side . . ."
ME
Robin, I hope you don't feel bad. I'm two pages into my second draft. Two. And I don't do a good job keeping up my blog, either.
What I want to know is, where did the round robin story disappear to?
Someone sort out the conjugal storyline, it's scaring me.
Evil Editor said...
Make those comments again!
Nope, offer's expired. You can blame blogger...
*email me later*
-kis
I read MAD as a kid when I found it laying around, and Spy vs Spy was the funniest part to me-then. Me-now doesn't remember any of it, though, so perhaps there is hope.
You should have copied them just in case.
Well, freddie- I think that tells us what EE can do when he needs a new idea on his blog, which is where we normally all meet up, after all.
Maybe we can do an editing class with him. Sort of.
Also - don't kill me, EE.
WO- ah, yes, me thinks that there may be a bit of latitude in who says what, when. But in contemporary theatre it does have to be tight dialogue, n'est pas? PS Also did a few years as a Stage Mgr (not community theatre) and lighting tech.
ME
A first-time commenter on my blog has said she's going over to EE's to see what the fuss is about.
That's the first thing I've said that she's felt worth responding to?
I blame EE for that, as well.
You lucky dawg, EE.
Good grief, this really is difficult to follow in real time!
Whirl- your comments make me laugh!That, and your socks, baby.
ME, you are such a sweetie!
WW- what storyline?
Evil Editor said...
You should have copied them just in case.
No problem, I have an eidetic recall for smut. See you at seven. Bring the caterpillars.
The Contest entry story. It was there, I added a post, then it was gone when I refreshed the Contest page!
WW - It's like a dozen schizoid ventriloquists conversing in sign language in the dark.
I can't follow a thing.
Hey paca-
EE doesn't feel lucky unless he's, um... wandering around.
OK- I'm finished with the wandering, but just remember, you started it.
At least there have been no engagements yet. OH- wait- McK will be here soon.
Hmm, can you follow the link? It's still there for me (but still too scary)
We'll all have to reproduce our excerpts. Who's first?
Ack! What exerpts would these be?
From the missing story.
The link worked!
Ack! Yeah- they're still there- the anteater thong???
Check out the short story post- to gfigure out what this means. It's there for me as well.
I better go get some dinner. I'm due back here at six I think.
Nice to have McK around.
Yeah, she and ril and paca are usually on later - because of their time zones.
See ya later, EE.
One minute warning - I'm shutting down this thread and opening the 4th Round.
Anyone still here?
It's bedtime soon in the UK so I'm sipping wine in hope.
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