SGF Blogger's Meeting
We came. We met. We drank. We adjourned.
There were some bloggers there for the first time and how much more fun it was than to have Andy's podcast consist of he, me, and Zack ... who was MIA.
Snarling Marmot
Granny Geek and Gentle Ben
Minuta
Vapor
Rhetorica
Mike Brothers from the N & L was there, he will undoubtedly base all sorts of future stories on what was said ... either that or fodder for his upcoming blog ...
And lastly, that Gawd-like-unknown, masked blogger, the FOI hisself (Figment Of my Imagination), the CHATTER-man was there. And in fine form too, I might add, declining to admit and then racing home to delete the story of the nekkid man, found tied to a midevil torture rack, with hot candle wax dripped all over his body and whipped cream placed at strategic locations .... very deceased. His dominatrix, wearing a Zorro costume was taken to the Brooklyn Central Precinct Station as "a person of interest".
CHATTERIST did get in the low blow of the night when he noted that the template on this blog was previously copied from the musings of Vincent David Jericho's blog, now looks more or less original.
The Snarling Marmont was way-kewl as I had imagined her to be, particularly since I had tried to get a date with her mother when we were in high school. It wasn't so much the humiliation of being dumped as I recall, it the the abject rejection of the words, "keep away from me you skuzzy geek, or I will call Miss J to come sit on you until you stop breathing."
And the worst sin ... there were no less than 5 cameras at the table and I am the only one who got a picture ... and it's on film so probably won't turn out.
There were some bloggers there for the first time and how much more fun it was than to have Andy's podcast consist of he, me, and Zack ... who was MIA.
Snarling Marmot
Granny Geek and Gentle Ben
Minuta
Vapor
Rhetorica
Mike Brothers from the N & L was there, he will undoubtedly base all sorts of future stories on what was said ... either that or fodder for his upcoming blog ...
And lastly, that Gawd-like-unknown, masked blogger, the FOI hisself (Figment Of my Imagination), the CHATTER-man was there. And in fine form too, I might add, declining to admit and then racing home to delete the story of the nekkid man, found tied to a midevil torture rack, with hot candle wax dripped all over his body and whipped cream placed at strategic locations .... very deceased. His dominatrix, wearing a Zorro costume was taken to the Brooklyn Central Precinct Station as "a person of interest".
CHATTERIST did get in the low blow of the night when he noted that the template on this blog was previously copied from the musings of Vincent David Jericho's blog, now looks more or less original.
The Snarling Marmont was way-kewl as I had imagined her to be, particularly since I had tried to get a date with her mother when we were in high school. It wasn't so much the humiliation of being dumped as I recall, it the the abject rejection of the words, "keep away from me you skuzzy geek, or I will call Miss J to come sit on you until you stop breathing."
And the worst sin ... there were no less than 5 cameras at the table and I am the only one who got a picture ... and it's on film so probably won't turn out.
posted by John Stone at 4:06 AM
4 Comments:
Very good point ... perhaps the CHATTER-guy appears only to our eye and like a vampire cannot be seen in a mirror or on film. Some would say the world should be thankful. Or perhaps there *were* other photos taken and he used supernatural powers to erase the digital image, like a PhotoShop processor in the ether. Either way, this is downright strange. I will get the film back tomorrow .. now I worry about what I may see on that frame.
Be very worried, Stoner.
You know, the Chatter guy hasn't shown up on video yet either. Could make for an interesting Street Talk debut. Better check the lighting. Maybe an animated puppet?
Maybe an animated puppet?
What??? You guys trying to copy Aunt Norma and Rusty??? I always found it interesting that Raines did a hour a day with his fingers up a sock's butt.
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