Photo by Adam Lisagor. T-shirt by Scott Jackson. Concept by John Moltz. Gruber’s haircut by Supercuts.
Cheers! And fiiiirst!
Ho, ho, ho.
All I need to say to make myself clear.
And may I say it is my pleasure?
Supercuts doesn’t cut it in the sphere of cuts. I prefer Great Clips, if I can’t get my hands on a http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYz7HHbaums
Is there a term, ‘visual emetic’?
Oh, the horror!
Would someone send a cleaning crew? I just lost my breakfast…
More proof that John Moltz is John Gruber.
9. I um… have to go click some links now.
Ten, if I type fast enough.
Reminds me of those word association games…
Stanley is to Daring as Yankee is to Fire?
Hmmmm, not seeing it yet, perhaps the drinks they are having would help.
Yes, yes! More drinks!
My Pants™, they are almost as thirsty as I.
Always thought soggy pants were the result of prostate problems.
Is anyone else busy practising “gestures” in anticipation of Lion and track pad?
Been arrested twice on the bus.
Nah. I’ve got nothing.
Which is which?
Nxxx… You need more talented pants.
Mama, don’t let yer boys grow up to be…
Just whut are these fellas, anyway?
Well give Gruber credit. He didn’t sue the guy for copyright infringement.
And we all know that Gruber isn’t Moltz. You really want to know who Moltz is? I’ll tell you who Moltz is?
Moltz’s birth was foretold by a swallow and heralded by a glorious double rainbow and the appearance of a new star.
Who else had that dubious honor?
Come on, people. If John won’t entertain me with witty columns, then I rely on the witty commenters. Let the wittiness commence.
Typical bloody woman. Fed up with nagging the man in her life, comes on CARS and nags us.
Witty enough for you Sue?
Sorry, I’m at my wit’s end.
My supplier can’t afford to pay the customs charges anymore, so I’ll have to look for a domentic source. I heard there’s still cornpone available in Appalachia.
Nagging at home doesn’t work. Bathtub tap is still dripping.
Nagging here seems to be a bit more effective.
Maybe Moltz could hire Rebekah Brooks. She’s looking for work, and our friends who hang out here from across the pond might appreciate a British point of view.
And if anyone is concerned about the integrity issue by hiring Ms. Brooks, please remember where you’re reading this.
How about some old wit from Mr. Groucho Marx…
» I never forget a face, but in your case I’ll be glad to make an exception.
» I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
» I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.
» I didn’t like the play, but then I saw it under adverse conditions – the curtain was up.
You just can’t wit like that anymore… and in some states it’s highly frowned upon anymore!
My Pants™ inform me that using ‘wit’ as a verb is incorrect. I shall be ignoring my Pants™ now.
You’ve also got Dot Parker, we suffer Shakespeare’s jokes.
Thou dost protest too much, methinks.
No, … wait a minute… that’s not it…
Oh, yeah, right!
No, that’s not right either! What was it again?
That rocks. I use it a lot.
I knew you could it. Thanks for playing this column’s installment of ‘Let’s Entertain Sue’.
No, that’s not it, either…
Who’s your friend?
Never seen him before.
Or you, either.
[Knuckle-bump to Ace.]
Of course Moltz/Gruber or Gruber/Moltz will be installing Lion, but will it be the download or the memory stick route? We must know in case it causes disintegration of their combined personality.
Actually, I have it on good authority, that he/they have constructed a 64 switch binary array, and plan on hand entering the entire source code one digital word at a time.
The pikers. If they were real nerds they’d enter the object code.
Excellent use of ‘pikers’, Benny.
And I remember machine 1001001 so very well.
‘Pikers’ is one of those words I wish we used here in the States as well. Too many quite useful, and descriptive words just never made it across the pond.
Um…. Perhaps not.
What about ‘geezerbird’?
Which Nxxx doubtless heard many times as he cycled round various Welsh hamlets . . . in his lycra . . . with the wind whistling through his shaven havens.
Cycling round Wales? I’m not Geraint, too many bloody hills. Used to be knackered by York Hill, one of the lanes that climbs parallel to Wrotham Hill.
The sweats breaking out just thinking of it.
Hills don’t bother me. I just make sure to only ride down them and not up.
Nxxx in lycra is a mental image I didn’t really need.
Always used to ride in Team Volvo kit.
Even Volvo drivers avoided me.
p,s. Who’s Mariano?
Wasn’t he the quarterback for the Dolphins?
That can’t be right: it’s surely a ‘straight’, in seeming contrast to Steve’s comment over on the ÜberPost
Since we were (are?) (depends on which post we’re actually in at the moment) talking about baseball, Mariano is Mariano Rivera, the Yankees’ current closer. Also widely regarded as the best relief pitcher ever.
I was talking about deep-sea topography.
What is this ‘baseball’ of which you speak?
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