Okay, so I have a goodly number of dates coming up with boys/men who aren’t the boy/man I’m married to. And suddenly the former Marine is bristling and marking his territory.
Now, I love the guy, but I’m wondering if perhaps I shouldn’t have given him my blog address. Not because I don’t love him and all… but because, MAN do boys get all territorial. I mean, I’m talking about something that happened 20 years ago (see IkIk’s comments — AKA my secret blog entry pages — for details), planning a morning movie with a future superstar I cast in a film (yes, he’s wonderful — he’s like one of the few actors on the planet who GETS that the coolest date you can ever take to your film’s world premiere is the casting director who put you in that movie), eagerly hopping up and down about my future date with IkIk and his MAP (hellooooo, Keith… just because I met YOU online does not mean that I’m going to marry EVERY boy I meet online EVER), and simply enjoying my job which involves finding actors of BOTH GENDERS very attractive and castable. And how is that threatening?
Ah, well… I guess I’ll get it right back in my face when he books the gig on a series in which he must kiss some vapid see-you-next-Tuesday on camera and I get to not only hear about it but watch it on infinite reruns. Lucky, lucky me.
Jodi, are you happy now? See! We DO have the issues! 😉
Oh! BTW, I believe the comments are broken… like the first morning.
I keep getting emails from folks telling me they’re trying to comment. So, well… I’ve tried (again) to adjust the settings and I hope I’m making it easier for y’all to comment (but not making it so that I’m spammed relentlessly through fake comments and trackbacks). *sigh* Yo, Texas Sarah, I am soooooo ready to hire you as my assistant. For reals. Maybe you could fix the comment thing. Or at least field the ones that come through to about ten different email addresses. OH! BTW, I recently deleted EIGHT different email addresses I used to have. That’s deep.
PS — Biggest piss-in-my-pants laugh I’ve had today (other than during My Name Is Earl, which was simply brilliant tonight) came from reading the recent exchange between Def Jam Becca MC, PAM, Urp, Erik, and me at KiKi’s/IkIk’s blog. I swear, I’d love to get through a whole post without talking about my NBF(F) Erik, but I just can’t. Damn. Coco hooked me up but good. Again.
Yes, this post is light on the links (and has no photo). That happens when you have a job-job to finish before sunrise. God bless the survival job! No matter how Hollywood you get. 😉
PPS — I think I’m going to start doing what EriK does (dammit! I mentioned him again!! I must be soooo in love!!!!!!) and reply to comments IN the comments. Not only will that make my comment count rise, but it’ll make my replies more public and perhaps more (egad) interesting.
Aw, hell… what do I know? Maybe comments will be broken for me too and that’ll just suck beyond all. But at least I’ll know the comments are broken earlier. Maybe.
PPPS — Am I the only one on the planet who believes having a MySpace account is completely unnecessary? Or am I missing something?
PPPPS — OMG, I tried so hard to make a comment to the post below about KiKi’s foot. I reset the settings and nothing worked. Dammit!!!!!!!!!! So, here’s what I said, since I really tried to comment in comments and now no one can comment in comments, it seems.
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Okay, here’s my first shot at posting replies within my own comments. Wish me luck!
Nini — so so so so glad the book finally arrived. Do you really think it’s sexier than the book you received layst year? Oooooh, I’m just so happy! Miss you. Love you. Please move to elay soon.
Ed, I would never tattoo my foot, but I am a big fan of writing on myself with a Sharpie, so be ready to see photos of that nature after KiKi and I meet in person and write on each other.
Since I’m big ol’ gluten free, there’s very little of the Outback foods I can have, but they did take care of me, somehow. It was yummy.
KiKi, I had to crop. I HAD to. I simply had to assume that some of my readers wouldn’t clink to your blog in order to see your comments about your own Brit-Spears-grocery-store-feet experience, and, well, I had to cover, just to be sure.
And, yes, we have a very specific-earlier-than-your-PAM-shows-up meeting time. Yay! We shall have a time. No doubt!
This was my first time commenting on my own comments. I hope it works.
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Ha ha, punkassbon. It didn’t work.
Back to the post.
Anyway…
Please pretend this post was interesting.
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I loved this post…there was absolutely no pretending necessary. Now, I understand that I am featured heavily in this post, so maybe that’s one of the reasons why I loved it so much, but I still loved it.
I also love that your hubby is being territorial about our date. Tell him not to worry because Kiki is both gay AND married. (I told you we have lots to talk about when we finally meet IRL!)
I also ALSO love that you backwardized PAM’s name and turned it into MAP after she started calling me Ikik in response to your Kiki. When she started calling me Ikik, I seriously was like “you’re crazy.” But back to the MAP thing, I think it’s really funny to think of a momass punk.
We should seriously start using that phrase IRL. I mean, the word “momass” alone is pretty brilliant. I can’t wait to call someone a “momass.”
Okay, I didn’t have any trouble posting a comment so you must have done something to make it work. And somehow I missed the “comment” portion of this post. I think that you posted the “comment” section while I was actually posting this comment, so I missed your remark (I’m tired of using the word “comment”) about how you had to crop my foot before you used the photo. I have never been compared to Britney Spears before and as an avid reader of US Magazine and Pink is the New Blog, I love the comparison. (Honestly, ever since I was 15 the only celebrity I’ve ever been compared to has been Jeff Goldblum, and even though he’s great and all, I am super tired of being compared to him, so being compared to Ms. Brit Spears made my night.
You’re not pregnant again are you, Erik?
Ed, do you sleep?
Broken? Did this one work?
Yes ma’am, I sleep more than you do;)
Hey if you’re dating guys other than those you are married to, how about putting me on that list eh?;)
Chipper, I changed the settings to allow ALL sorts of comments–even the spammers–since I’d received emails telling me that the regular settings of the past week weren’t working.
I figure, ’til I’m spammed, ’tis better to let mo’ comment than to let NO comment.
We’ll see.
I blame The Leemer.
OH, PS–the post on which no one seems to be able to comment is the one about all of the 90210 trivia. I’ve been taken to task on something I totally forgot (that Brandon worked at another restaurant prior to getting hired at the Peach Pit) and the person who caught me on that couldn’t post that truth, since comments seem to be off on that particular post.
But I never turned ’em off, so I’m not sure why that happened.
OMG, sleep is the new blog.
Okay, looks like comments are way working on this post at the very least.
No, I’m not dating men who aren’t my husband. I’m only going on DATES with men who aren’t my husband. I’m all about the one-day-stand. 😉
What?
G’nite!
Dangit. Well, it’s better than nothing.
A couple of things…
1). Other bloggers I know have disabled the word verification thing designed to block spammers, and they haven’t been spammed in a long time. I don’t think Spynotebook has this (at least I haven’t seen it on yours), so I don’t think that opening things up a little bit are going to get your comments flooded.
2). We haven’t resolved our dispute over the first question in my 90210 quiz, so I threw that question out and re-phrased the question so it more closely resembled what I truly meant to ask, which was – Which character was the first to meet Dylan IN AN ACTUAL EPISODE, and what happened to him or her? What happened prior to the timeline of the show doesn’t count. Plus, you’ll get extra, extra, extra credit if you describe the circumstances of said meeting.
3).
4). That new Comcast commercials with the turtles is one of the STUPIDEST things I’ve ever seen!
Kelly doesn’t have a myspace account yet and she’s quite a newbie to livejournal too.
Kelly doesn’t have a myspace account yet and she’s quite a newbie to livejournal too.
Yes, I AM pregnant again, Ed. Scooped on Bon’s blog!
Hal! Yes, I did not get back to you on that revised 90210 challenge question. Had to work. Sorry ’bout that (not sorry I had to work, sorry I didn’t get back to you).
Okay, so, Dylan didn’t show up until the first (non-pilot) episode, at which time he was standing up for the lovely Scott (who would end up dead in the next season, after playing with his dad’s gun during his own birthday party) which really impressed Brandon (who would end up leaving to write for the Boston Chronicle or some other fictional paper).
Neither of those two guys MET Dylan, as he stood up for the kid, but Brandon went up to him later (between classes) to tell him that was a way “dope” move and they went surfing together.
But I’m going to guess that you want the answer to be Scott.
So, that’s what I’ll say, even though both Brandon and Scott were there during the confrontation and Dylan only talked to the bullies. After that, Brandon said, “Your friend’s pretty cool.” And Scott said, “I’ve never seen him before in my whole life.”
Bless 90210. I wish it were on TV allllll the time.
And IkIk, I’m glad you’re not pregnant, because if you were I wouldn’t be allowed to let you have booze on our date. 😉
Oh, I’m so glad that comments work on this post! One post with comments allowed is better than no posts with comments allowed, right? Yippee!
Oh, wait. You said you ARE pregnant! Uh-oh. I see a photo of you driving with a baby riding on your lap in your future!
Hal, what commercial are you talking about?
1). I bow to you. I will never be able to stump you on 90210 trivia, but yes, Scott was the answer I was looking for. I forgot that Brandon was there too, but I think Dylan actually spoke to Scott first before standing up to the bullies. At any rate, you win.
Why, you probably know the name of Dylan’s dealer (the second time he fell off the wagon after Kevin and Suzanne ripped him off). You probably also know what this dealer’s nickname for the heroin he was selling him was. I know I don’t. You probably also know the name of Jackie’s dealer, as well as David’s dealer.
2) This “turtles” commercial just started running, but two married turtles are sitting in their office space slowly downloading something, and commenting on how much they prefer the speed of their old dialup opposed to new Comcast high speed internet. If you haven’t seen it, you have’t missed much.
Since “Back from San D. Time for 90210!” is uncommentable(it could be a word) I’ll say it here:
Bon did a “3”!
Yes, yes you did. After the 3 & before the 4 you clearly say “Well done Hal”, which counts. And now as you frantically try to refute this…I would like to present into evidence people’s exhibit B: the “Hot Linked 3”. Yes your Honor, this “3” when clicked, clearly brings you somewhere else on the internet, making it absolutely something rather than nothing. In fact, the mere act of rolling over said “3” SHOWS you where you are going to proceed in the status bar of all modern Browsers, Mac or otherwise.
The prosecution rests.
Sincerely,
Juris Doctor Lipp
p.s. being beaten at 90210 trivia is a good thing Hal