I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part...and Moondoggie volunteered. It would have been nice if he could have jumped a shark, or Snake River Canyon, or a canyon full of river sharks, but hey...at least he finally consented to put the motion in "motion picture."
Happy birthday, D.!
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I am SOOOOOO officially fucking JEALOUS!!! Not just that you put this loverly little production together for D., but that your cats actually get up and DO STUFF!!!
My evil, evil feline overlords only get up and move around to do NASTY, EEEEEVILLLL THINGS to my apartment when I'm asleep, the rat bastids.
At any rate, HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY JOYYYYYYY!!!!!! Tah-dah-dah dink-dink, dink-dink!!!!!!
Hope that you have a wunnerful wunnerful birfday, D., and get all of the purdies & prezzies that you could ever desire.
Yeah, I know, *I* suck in that department, ALL of my friends have been slighted this year, 'cause I can't afford the new obscenely-high USPS rates anymore. The prezzies exist, they just can't beam themselves to the proper locations. Where the fuck is my transporter beam by now, dammit?!?!
Anyway, teh kittehs rawk, as usual, D., you rawk, as always, and I am severely jealous of all of y'all!
XOXOXO
ASC
P.S. Thanks for the boot in the butt to remind me to go do teh birfday announcements on teh M.O.B., Scott!
Happy Birthday DSidhe!
Now I have an excuse to pour a drink!
Have a most excellent birthday, D. Sidhe. I wish I had something sharper and wittier to say, but that's YOUR department.
(Oh, and Annti, I've been late getting everybody's presents this year. Yesterday, my niece had a birthday, and I asked her if there was anything I could get here. She said no, I should save my money.She said there was nothing she really needed. Then she said she'd like it if I came to church one week. That ain't never happening. So I guess she's getting nothing this year.)
Heh heh heh Bill, you sure know how to cheer me up... If I still had nieces & nephews --- whilst they claim all the fuck over Facebook to be bibul-bangers, *I'm* the bitch who could embarrass 'em REAL bad if the FB world and their OTHER relatives knew what they are REALLY LIKE and how far that they'll drive for a blunt and a booty-call (as opposed to the fucking bibul quotes on their FB pages!!!) --- it would give me great pleasure to punish their asinine/mercenary behavior, except that they don't give a fuck if I give 'em presents (and generally try to avert me giving prezzies to their KIDS, the fucktards!) or not. Far as they're concerned, I don't exist, all that matters is protecting the felons what spawned 'em.
Sorry, don't wanna bum-out D.'s birfday post, but you DID make me snort & giggle a bit over what Churchy's prezzie is gonna be... But I still feel like a heel over my FRIENDS' birfdays, 'cause y'all are my REAL family.
XOXOXO
Oh, and Smut Clyde: Who needs an excuse? *sigh* (I reeeeeallllyyyyyy miss booze...)
Well, that was cool. I mean all the cat fun is, just like, mad skilz on the vid front. Or something.
Actually, I'm just creeped out that we're all celebrating so many parental units fornicating, although that is probably better than repeated church attendance, if you ask me.
Happy Birthday, D.!
Happy birthday, darlin'.
Abundant birthday felicitations to you D. I agree with Smut.....it's time to open a bottle of wine and celebrate you!
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Halala ngosuku lokuzalwa, D!
Which is Zulu for Happy Birthday, D!
Scott: Clever product placement! I didn't know you'd written a book...
Brian: We don't like to toot our own book around here, as you know, but that Fancy Feast ain't cheap, so the cats have agreed to some tasteful cross-promotional merchandising.
Ah, the aggrieved toleration of the first-got cat. I know it well.
One could receive no nicer birthday sentiment, IMO, than the wish that you come back next incarnation as a cat in a Scott-and-Mary-type household! Talk about contentment. D, dear, happy birthday, and I conjure you the human (alas) equivalent of nonstop Fancy Feast and a plushy backside to snuggle on for this next 365, and beyond.
A tour de force of mise en scene, Scott.
Happy Birthday D. and is anyone else besides heydave getting a weird "all of your parents were at a pre-Xmas (or would that be XXXmas) key-party vibe?" ;}
I myself would have gone the Bill Rebane/Roger Corman route:
Suddenly there was no tail. There was no cat, no monster, no thing called Moondoggie to be filmed. There was nothing in the living room but the puzzled men of courage who suddenly found themselves alone with shadows and darkness. Jumping cat Moondoggie was discovered, alive, well, and of normal size some 8 feet away in the kitchen, eating Tender Vittles.
Preznit, I was thinking more along the line of a swingers'/wife-swapping New Year's Eve, m'self, and then those inseminated wives went forth, out among the populace, across the country, and unwittingly birthed an entire displaced 'family' that would someday reunite here, with no reason nor rhyme. They just all knew that they hadda be here.
(Brian's fucking with my head, don't look at me.)
...oorrrrrr, it's an RCC conspiracy, as the secret word was "latins"...
annti- you are familiar with the term "key-party" (not to be confused with "tea party" although there may have been some teabagging going on:}
Man, a key party? I *wish*. Thanks, y'all. I flipped a coin and decided no midlife crisis this year, either. The coin has spoken! It's kind of opened up my schedule some, so there's that.
Just for the record, Scott, if I thought there was any way in Hell Iala would tolerate it and if you weren't friends, I'd be stealing your cats. Because they are fucking *adorable*. Plus, you can ask my vet, I don't go around making them move on command and stuff.
Meanwhile, thank you for the good wishes, and the cat video, and may I offer Godiva cheesecake?
and may I offer Godiva cheesecake?
Mmmm...! You certainly may.
Happy Birthday DS! How cool to be almost twinsies with you! Heh.
We had a pack of teenagers in here yesterday busy on a school assignment and the Google doodle was Freddie Mercury and they said "Who?" and I knew I was officially Over The Hill.
But not you, D, you are always Teh Kool.And smart with it.Happy Birthday, sister.And as many more as you may wish for. Thanks for all the great snark.Have a homemade chocolate (we have a chocolatier in the neighbourhood - she's triffic)with chili in.
Suezboo
I used to like B-Sidhes a lot, but D. Sidhes have even more quirk! You are the evolutionary Sidhe. Long may you spin.
Happy Birthday!
Happy birthday D! And I'm not just saying that for the cheesecake.
>> Preznit, dear heart, are we not similar ages and shit? Of COURSE I know what a key party is, IN THE FIRST PERSON, ya goob. Although I had THE most-fucking-awful dream today, thanks to being involuntary guinea-pig for a 26-year-old fucktard, likely teabagger (but not OUT about it, y'know... Fatfuck Limbaugh might come after him for OUTING teh teabaggers...) It was a horrible dream, I won't burden you with it, but I'm just damned glad that those giant CGI hamsters from the world's-most-annoying-TV-commercial weren't in it. When I had hamsters, they were VERY fucking mean. Anyway, as always, NEVER get where you are forced by the AMA mafia to go to a "pain management" doctor, 'cause YOU, too, will wind-up as a fucking GUINEA PIG, especially if said "doctor" has already flunked-out of his residency early and went straight into "practice" as a fucking DRUG DEALER. And you have HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE DREAMS that you can't fucking FORGET, because IN THE DREAM, the TV is on PBS, and it's those cute-but-way-too-fucking-spazzy-and-possibly-closeted Leigh & Leslie twins. I know that they mean well, but FUCK, not in the middle of a BAD-DRUG-INDUCED NIGHTMARE!!!!!! I will NEVER join an online dating sight, I can promise you that... {{{{{{{{{SHUDDER MADLY!!!!!!}}}}}}}}}}
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>> (Oh, fuck my first Secret Word was "FORSED," like they'd been viewing THE NIGHTMARE!!!!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!)
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Oh, yeah, THAT came out GREAT, Scott. No more HTML for you.
P.S. Secret word was, I shit you not, I don't have the brain cells to make it up --- FLAQU. FLAG. U. Suuuuubtle. Fucking Google cockbites can suck a fart right outta my ass AND my Bubbe-Boy cat's ass. HIS are fucking LETHAL, even from a distance, too...
FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK THE TYPOS!!! NEITHER ONE OF MY ARMS ARE WORKING CORRECTLY SINCE I WAS INFLICTED WITH THE FUCKING ***SECOND*** KILL-ANNTI DRUG IN TWO WEEKS!!!!!!
It said, "FLAQU. FLAQ. U." and fuck the fucking Google squints who designed this shit, sideways with a chainsaw and a flatbed trailer.
D.! Hppy happy joy joy!@\
I posted a Happy Birthday to D Sidhe, I know I did! Guess it was eaten up by "comments".
Happy Birthday Sidhe, reading you is as good as reading Roy or Doghouse or Glenn Greenwald and his bestest commenter "Morning's Minion". You Guys/Gals keep me from despairing. And make me chortle now and then! Yay.
Added hastily: WO'C and Doghouse & Alicublog has the very best of the BEST commenters. I love all of you.
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