Oct 21, 2005

Oh What A Night!

So I was at the









show last weekend, sitting next to a







and at the break dude gets down on his little knees and starts



So I'm all "what are you doing?"

and he's all "I'm



한국어:







"

so then I'm all "why are you so into





and he goes "I don't know why, but it gives me









Oct 13, 2005

WELL, DO YOU?

DO YOU THINK I'M THIS?



















CAUSE I THINK YOU'RE THIS!

Bloggers in a Dangerous Time

Q: If Leo was on American Idol, what would they call his fans?



A: Leo-Tards!

Welcome back to the LDFH. As STAIND would say, "It's been a while". Today I'm going to throw down some fresh blog lingo, or blingo as it's called. All the kids are kicking it, so I thought I should get you up to speed (or should I say hi-speed DSL! Wheeeee!)

Item #1.


Bloggerati: n. The bloggerati is a group of super-elite blog-snobs (or blobs)who dominate the blogging landscape. Some members of the Bloggerati are:

Me
Antonio Esfandiari
Tyler Hayden

Item #2.


Yule Blog: 1. A blog celebrating Christmas. Often enjoyed with Egg-Blog. 2. A blog celebrating Yul Brynner.

Examples include:

The Christmas Blog
BaldHeadShine.com
Yul Brynner: Hollywood's Russian Pharaoh

Item #3.


Geeblography: The notion that the world exists only as a series of interconnected blogs, with no substance outside of said blogs. An incorrect view. OR IS IT???????

Item #4.


Blogunka-dunk: A large, round blog favored by hardcore bloggers. Often appearing in blog videos.

Item #5.


Blogonese: A blog topping for all your pasta needs. A typical recipe would look like this:

Ingredients
- 4 boiled tomatoes
- 1 pinch of salt
- 3/4 of a pound of ground lamb
- A blog

1. Cut up the tomatoes and the blog.
2. Mix them in a pan with the salt and the lamb.
3. Heat the pan.
4. Let sit 8-10 minutes to cool.
5. Serve and enjoy!


LOL Admin.

Oct 4, 2005

The Reunion



Dear Mr. Butterfly,

I was so happy to hear the news of your new baby daughter. May she bring you all the joy in the world. My heartfelt congratulations to yourself and Janine for reaching this exciting stage in both your lives. Isn't it amazing that you have started a family? While you do not share my objectivity on the matter, I would hope you can take the time to step back and marvel at your own accomplishments from time to time, as they truly are magnificent.

I am doing quite well for myself, all things considered. The dish-washing business is still rolling along, though my bad back went out at the end of the summer, and I have been forced to wash all the dishes in the bathtub with me each night as I soak it. My work hasn’t suffered, though the bleach is doing a number on my skin. Dr. Morris says my back should straighten itself over the next three weeks or so, and it will be nice to get back to normal. Business has actually been surprisingly good for the late fall, up 10% from this time last year. I was forced to let Dennis (the delivery driver) go in early September, which was harder than I thought, though has turned out to be a real blessing in disguise. He was late for deliveries and pick-ups, and was breaking our best wineglasses like it was going out of style. The new guy, French is his name, has been a god-send. Punctual as all get-out, and extremely conscientious with his packing. Sometimes the hard decisions are the right ones, I guess.

Are you getting excited for the big reunion coming up? I sure am. It will be so great to see all the old boys from the mill again. Will you be bringing the whole Butterfly brood? I haven't seen Janine since just before she went into the hospital for the second time. I remember how worried we all were for her, and for you too. Such a difficult thing to go through with someone you love so dearly, but again thank goodness for small miracles. She almost didn’t go through with the procedure and now, three operations later, she has no stomach and is as fit as a fiddle! Who ever could have imagined. Frank Jessup even told me she was running marathons now, and while I understand that Frank is a liar, the fact that he would think to lie about such a thing is a real compliment in itself.

And I guess your little one will be almost a year old by the time the reunion rolls around. Would she be walking by then? Perhaps speaking language even? You must forgive me if I am out of touch with these matters, as I have only met a handful of children in my life. In any case, I am sure that with the intelligent genes of both yourself and Janine your daughter will be speaking at the youngest age possible. I have also heard some doctors say that the most important things we say aren’t said with words at all, so perhaps we should not place too much emphasis on such matters.

I was thinking the other day about the last time I saw you - no less than eight years ago last month - and it never fails to bring a smile to my face. As I recall it must have been one of the sunniest days that fall, if not that whole year, though of course the mind has a tendency to paint memories the colors the heart wants to see. The leaves in the grove next to the mill had changed a million shades of orange and the smell of fresh cut lumber drifted through on a brisk fall breeze.

George and I were sitting at the picnic tables around back, and you came ambling around the corner wearing that wooden hat you had made. You sat down next to George and said (I remember this like it was yesterday):

“Hello George, how’s Tina?”

…and George said, “Well just great thank you”. “That’s great” you said “and how about little Jasper? He get over that flu yet?”. “Well yes he did in fact, thank you for asking” said George, noticeably quite flattered that you had cared to inquire.

The next twenty minutes are a blur, as you inquired about my folks, by name, and then one-by-one inquired on the well being of every family member of every employee at the mill, all 190 of us (even grumpy old Jenkins in shipping), as a crowd gathered around us, there on the shaded grove. It was nothing short of awe-inspiring Mr. Butterfly. Such a clear and rich understanding of the lives of those around you, truly remarkable. It was the first time we all realized how much different you are from us, how special you really are. You left us just a couple weeks after that, and we all understood it when you did.

And look at me rambling again! I do apologize Mr. Butterfly. I get so caught up, though I know you must have heard that story from enough angles to make yourself an octagon. I just hope you haven’t forgot how much it meant to us all, and how proud we were for you. That was the day I knew you were bound for great things Mr. Butterfly, and you certainly haven’t disappointed in that department.

I will look forward to seeing you at the reunion next year. Give my best to Janine and the little one, and God bless you and your growing family.

Sincerely, your friend,
Trevor Bee.