Comments on: Your Comments Make Me Love The Internet

By: Summer

Summer — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 00:27:21 +0000

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE!

That is all.

By: Loralee

Loralee — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 17:54:06 +0000

I am always freaking late to the party.

I just wanted to say HUGS. LOVE YOU. And another scrabble word you can use a Q with no U is “QAT”.

Hee.

By: Kerri Anne

Kerri Anne — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 17:54:29 +0000

Point, the first: You are strong and fantastic. Point, the second: If ever you are truly bobbing peacefully in an ocean staring at clouds shaped like frogs in top hats please watch out for sharks. The Discovery Channel. It is making me PARANOID.

(This from a girl who used to swear sharks could swim up from the ocean and into pool drains. Ah, imagination.)

By: Moose

Moose — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 17:27:35 +0000

Conclusion, Part II: I THINK TOO MUCH.

Also, I have too great a faith in the power of to-do lists. And too little faith in people named Lance.

I wonder what would happen if I fed all my to-do lists through the shredder? I might actually die. Have a coronary right there on the floor. Perhaps it’s worth trying. And documenting. On Youtube. Here is a video of my death. ENJOY.

By: JG

JG — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 17:20:36 +0000

This story is not really related to anything you just said, but I just read a cutting comment somewhere that Lance Armstrong’s “fifteen minutes of fame were over a while ago.” I found this hilarious. Mostly because winning the Tour de France seven times takes, oh, I don’t know, about seven years or so. Which is a lot like fifteen minutes, I guess, except longer.

Maybe you had to be there. Or maybe it would be better if this story were relevant to this post in some way. Whatever.

LANCE!

P.S. Quit trying to cheat. I give you an A for effort in trying to incorporate your breakup into your To-Do list somehow, however.

By: Peter Varvel

Peter Varvel — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 16:28:04 +0000

I remember how guilty I felt when I noticed how beautifully the sun was shining on a gorgeous day while my brother was in a coma (he came out of it and is perfectly healthy, today). How dare the world continue to rotate and go about its usual business when I could be losing a brother!
Another time, I had to dance joyfully, or at least, convincingly so, in a paid gig right after having put a beloved pug down and crying my eyes out to the point of dehydration.
And yeah, it just seemed so wrong. But it proved to me that I would also be able to get through finals that month, and one last semester of school.
And frogs in top hats? “Hello, my baby! Hello, my darlin’! Hello, my ragtime gaaaaal!”

By: Jill

Jill — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:19:37 +0000

Lance sounds like a good idea. Everyone needs a little Lance now and then.

By: Camels & Chocolate

Camels & Chocolate — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 06:16:36 +0000

Um, I’ll accompany you to pick up Lance. But only if his full name is Lancelot. Talk about HAWT.

By: Meredith

Meredith — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 04:27:37 +0000

Cheese fixes everything. Let’s start making pillows that say that.

By: Angella

Angella — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 04:11:39 +0000

That would be he “THINKS”. Don’t let my poor grammar reflect on him. He’s *also* HAWT. But eighteen. Just sayin’…