Comments on: Whine Blogging Wednesday #2

By: MizD

MizD — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 00:55:03 +0000

Aaaieee, I hear ya. I have catching up to do like you would not believe. Oh and the erm, cyclone thing. Just ask Chopper. Or not.

BTW, the Iron Chef thingy can wait a bit, you know. We’re in no rush. :-)

By: kitchenmage

kitchenmage — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 21:40:49 +0000

Frakking deadlines! Day/date/product books are such a mixed blessing…some days, it’s more mixed than blessing. I’ve got 4 computers on in my totally hard-surfaced office and it’s giving me a migraine!

(boys, look away) and then there’s “mature lady” hormones…which totally suck! totally! Cycle becomes cyclone, or is that “psycho, leave her alone”? OMG, kill me now!

That and I foolishly agreed to this Iron Chef thingy against a professional chef! WTF was I thinking? WTF was I drinking? I’m thinking we name it Rusty Chef (and I even said that before I read Biggles comment)

By: MizD

MizD — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 01:04:28 +0000

Okay, I’m back. Cactching up!

Michelle, a fine whine that is. And ANNOYING SQUEALING SOUNDS are always whine-worthy. But… Napoleon Dynamite talking toy?? I had no idea those existed. I mean, damn, here Chopper and I spent so much time perfecting the “gaaah, idiot!” phrase, and we could have just had a toy do it for us?

CC: Therapy? Works for me. 5 cents please. :-)

Biggles, me too. Rust is seeeexy.

By: Dr. Biggles

Dr. Biggles — Mon, 18 Sep 2006 20:30:30 +0000

OoOooOo, I love rusty metals. Rusty farm implements, MMMmmm.

Biggles

By: Cookiecrumb

Cookiecrumb — Mon, 18 Sep 2006 00:21:09 +0000

I just spent four days with delusional parents and Cranky is (bless his heart) still enjoying my crazy impersonations of my mom, and I’m TOTALLY playing with fire, because you’re on my blogroll and she just might find this comment here since she snoops and I think you’re performing a therapeutic service and I just completely need a lap to cry in. Oh! Thanks!
xx
There’s your damn whine.

By: Michelle

Michelle — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 19:32:27 +0000

Well…I work with several boys who are 25+ going on 15, only talk about sports, throw paper basketballs at the hoop they made right behind my desk, and took the mechanism from a Napoleon Dynamite talking toy, made it so that it just makes the most ANNOYING SQUEALING SOUND I’ve ever heard, and play it all the time because they think it’s the funniest thing EVER. I’ve enjoyed two lovely days while they were all at a departmental retreat and now they’re back. How’s that for whining? Now, where’s the wine? And hang in there, dear (it’s easier than chin-ups anyway), your new powerbook will make everything easier!

By: mrs D

mrs D — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 08:16:22 +0000

Chin ups? Now I have to do CHIN UPS? :-P

Someone is getting a notebook very soon. Or Else.

BTW, y’all are supposed to leave your whines! Come on, peeps! Get with the program and tell me what’s driving you crazy these days! Quickly, or the shllama gets it!

By: tunaranch

tunaranch — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 06:11:40 +0000

Sounds like someone needs a powerbook :)

By: Rachael

Rachael — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 03:21:12 +0000

CHIN UP!

I’m sure it will all be worth it in the end…

:-)