What a brilliant deadpan delivery and it has such a ring of truth!
I'll go back and pause on those notes, the first of which are very similar to Brown's huge, maniacal handwriting.
BTW, Nickie, I take it you'll have gathered by now that nasty surprise you got at my place the other night was accidental. I'd only intended to save it as a draft to see what he was saying when I had time to watch - oops!
hello Mr. Goomba thanks for your very polite and nice replay to "my note"... I almost fell in love with you reading it... so, I was already crying over this impossible love (killed before birth by your badly conservative orientation!)... BUT! there's a "but", mr. Goomba. Yes, cause I felt hurted by your unexpected CENSURE... you censored my note Mr. Goomba (nice name, by the way... that's why I keep repeating it) am I right? Tsk tsk... mr, Goomba... I like satire, but a honest, brave satire accepts divergences! I'm no more in love with you, sorry... despite your very nice Groucho-like face! Ok.. it's better like this.. it would be only an unhappy, impossible love.
oh mmygoood Mr. Goomba... I didn't notice your own advice...: "I'll probably cringe at the stupidity of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to babble it"
SO: surely you couldn't censure my babbling... I'm really sorry for mistrusting you... but, in this case... why I can't find it anymore? ohh.. what a political/amorous/existential dilemma, mr. Goomba!
You probably failed to read the sign on the front door. No Shoes - No Sense - No service.
Political, amorous, AND existential dilemma? In my day-to-day life, I battle the same societal unfairness, romantic entanglements and universal conundrums as most people. I feel helpless in the face of injustice, and I often question personal decisions as small as my daily order of coffee. But in the tiny speck of my existence embodied within this magnetic blip of a blog, I am Oz. The all-powerful Oz. The all-powerful Oz with a Delete button.
Just silliness and caprice. No guilt. No apologies.
Opie, just ignore RH. What do you expect from a guy whose spellchecker tells him "Halt! Who goes there? What's the password?" every time he types his name?
You know, it's no wonder we don't get more lefties in here. I mean, they can barely operate the knobs on their etch-a-skethes to scratch out, "I r hung-ree" and then ...
The New England Spelling Bee Champion 12 Years Running lurks in the cyber-weeds. Place is dangerous.
DC did indeed use the word as a play on his Texan heritage. I saw that right away.
Michiamori, on the other hand, may have been referring to the entire Goomba News Network's CENSURE of her prior words.
Or maybe not. The poor gal seemed flustered. One moment she is head over heels in love. The next moment she changes her mind. Whatever condition her heart is in, it is clear that she was somehow "hurted" by the process.
Nickie, it is a treat to sit back and watch the effect that you have on women.
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There obviously has to be elements of truth for this to be funny, and it is damn funny.
I love the shot of his supposed notes! Pause to read them.
That's funny, He and I have the same symptoms. Only mine started last November, around the first or second Tuesday.
Sorry, I have to get back to my solitaire game.
Amazing video!! I though it was real at first. So funny!!
Great satire. I will have to go back and look at the notes.
What a brilliant deadpan delivery and it has such a ring of truth!
I'll go back and pause on those notes, the first of which are very similar to Brown's huge, maniacal handwriting.
BTW, Nickie, I take it you'll have gathered by now that nasty surprise you got at my place the other night was accidental. I'd only intended to save it as a draft to see what he was saying when I had time to watch - oops!
Capt. Schmoe:"Sorry, I have to get back to my solitaire game." LOL!!!
hello Mr. Goomba
thanks for your very polite and nice replay to "my note"... I almost fell in love with you reading it... so, I was already crying over this impossible love (killed before birth by your badly conservative orientation!)... BUT! there's a "but", mr. Goomba.
Yes, cause I felt hurted by your unexpected CENSURE... you censored my note Mr. Goomba (nice name, by the way... that's why I keep repeating it) am I right?
Tsk tsk... mr, Goomba... I like satire, but a honest, brave satire accepts divergences!
I'm no more in love with you, sorry... despite your very nice Groucho-like face! Ok.. it's better like this.. it would be only an unhappy, impossible love.
oh mmygoood Mr. Goomba... I didn't notice your own advice...:
"I'll probably cringe at the stupidity of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to babble it"
SO: surely you couldn't censure my babbling...
I'm really sorry for mistrusting you...
but, in this case... why I can't find it anymore?
ohh.. what a political/amorous/existential dilemma, mr. Goomba!
That answers most of my questions ...
lmboooooooooooo ah yes thats the ticket!
Dear Michiamomari,
You probably failed to read the sign on the front door. No Shoes - No Sense - No service.
Political, amorous, AND existential dilemma? In my day-to-day life, I battle the same societal unfairness, romantic entanglements and universal conundrums as most people. I feel helpless in the face of injustice, and I often question personal decisions as small as my daily order of coffee. But in the tiny speck of my existence embodied within this magnetic blip of a blog, I am Oz. The all-powerful Oz. The all-powerful Oz with a Delete button.
Just silliness and caprice. No guilt. No apologies.
Schmoe, take a couple of aspirin, take a nap, and then awake rested and battle until November 2010.
Tricia, whattaya mean. It's not true??
Ope, I also enjoyed the fictional spokeshole!
Spiderman, no need to apologize. I've seen worse things at sea.
Woody, sometimes I worry about your questions.
Woman, I'm glad you're back to blogging. Welcome back to the fray.
The satire was great! I didn't understand most of the comments though lol.
Censure, censor, what's the difference?
Rhod, everything passes spell check so it has to be OK, right?
Opie, just ignore RH. What do you expect from a guy whose spellchecker tells him "Halt! Who goes there? What's the password?" every time he types his name?
Oh, man. What happened? I was trying to bold the "H" in Rhod's name, and I seem to have invented another mineral.
DC, it's your pace. Relax. Slow down and smell the Radon.
Opie and DC:
Be seated.
DC spelled "lariat" (Spanish) as "lariot" (Wrong-ish), a word I learned in 1950 from the box of my Authorized Hopalong Cassidy outfit.
I'm considering the photo of me in said gear, on the running board of our '36 Plymouth, as my avatar.
Michiomari, on the other hand, thinks "censure" is the same as "censor". I was waiting for "disenfranchised" to pop up, too.
Someone has to keep the wheels of grammar greased. I accept the icky burden.
That is all.
And RH is the abbrev for Brilliantum. It is very heavy.
Geez, my bad. Actually, I found out it's spelled "laureate". It means a really good poet.
You know, it's no wonder we don't get more lefties in here. I mean, they can barely operate the knobs on their etch-a-skethes to scratch out, "I r hung-ree" and then ...
The New England Spelling Bee Champion 12 Years Running lurks in the cyber-weeds. Place is dangerous.
Sheesh, DC. And I thought you were employing a wildly clever play on words. Bringing "laureate" together with cowboy gear.
Silly me.
DC did indeed use the word as a play on his Texan heritage. I saw that right away.
Michiamori, on the other hand, may have been referring to the entire Goomba News Network's CENSURE of her prior words.
Or maybe not. The poor gal seemed flustered. One moment she is head over heels in love. The next moment she changes her mind. Whatever condition her heart is in, it is clear that she was somehow "hurted" by the process.
Nickie, it is a treat to sit back and watch the effect that you have on women.
Women. Gotta love 'em.
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