Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Monday, July 19, 2010
comment of the week
Our second Comment of the Week winner is Marketeer, for "Actually, Cupy is alive and well and running a coffee shop in Virginia, although he had to change his name slightly." Congrats and thanks for the news on Cupy!
Okay. I was teetering on the verge of having a prize for each week, an actual physical prize I would mail out, but the truth is I am too lazy to mail you people prizes every damn week. It's not as if I am getting paid here, people!
So we will have Comment of the Month, chosen from the Comments of the Week, and Comment of the Month gets a physical prize if the commenter of the month feels like sending me a mailing address.
Oh... Like I'm gonna give a strident vegetarian, femenista with kitty-blogging tendencies my address.
Oh man... You know, I start with the knee-jerk response and then the non-reptilian part of my brain says, "Umm... Dude. There was a second paragraph. Maybe you should read it."
Clearly, we don't trust anyone. The prize should be geo-cached.
8 comments:
I'm thrilled.
I still think there should be a prize.
Maybe there will be a prize. Maybe there will.
Maybe there will be a prize. Maybe there will.
if there are prizes, i'm gonna have to up my game.
Okay. I was teetering on the verge of having a prize for each week, an actual physical prize I would mail out, but the truth is I am too lazy to mail you people prizes every damn week. It's not as if I am getting paid here, people!
So we will have Comment of the Month, chosen from the Comments of the Week, and Comment of the Month gets a physical prize if the commenter of the month feels like sending me a mailing address.
Oh... Like I'm gonna give a strident vegetarian, femenista with kitty-blogging tendencies my address.
Oh man... You know, I start with the knee-jerk response and then the non-reptilian part of my brain says, "Umm... Dude. There was a second paragraph. Maybe you should read it."
Clearly, we don't trust anyone. The prize should be geo-cached.
However, you should realize by now I live across the continent, rarely leave my city limits, and am profoundly lazy. Stalker material I am not, heh.
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