Thursday, May 11, 2006

accentuate the positive

it tickles me seven different shades of pink that when a blog post is bereft of comments, the kids over at blogger have programmed it to read:

"no comments yet."

that 'yet' is just so reassuring. its just like a mother's smile or a lover's embrace.

after all they could have gone the other way and programmed it to read:

"nobody gives a fuck what you have to say, you untalented, self-absorbed hack."

but instead they chose the glass half-full option.

snaps for blogger.

snaps indeed.

8 Comments:

la nadine said...

for fuck's.

i am forced to make the first (only?) comment on a post about having no comments just so people don't stop by, read the post, and snicker to themselves about the jagged little irony of it all.

this is a new low you have forced me down to people, even for me.

May 11, 2006  
TOBYtoby said...

This space intentionally left blank.

May 11, 2006  
la nadine said...

tobytoby have i mentioned how much you are my hero for using the phrase 'de rigeur' in your profile?

well, i have now.

May 11, 2006  
TOBYtoby said...

Well, cheers.

Were you really bitten by a seal?

May 11, 2006  
la nadine said...

indeed i was, tobytoby. the story is somewhere in my archives. i'd link to it for your convenience, but its lazy-arse thursday. hence the dismal excuse for a post. and the lack of hairbrushing.

May 11, 2006  
TOBYtoby said...

Ah, I had to leave the house yesterday so hair nicely brushed. I am lying, of course, my hair is always scruffy.

Will search for seal story...

May 12, 2006  
la nadine said...

well, consdiering that lazy-arse thursday has since given way to go get 'em friday, here you go tobytoby:

the story of la nadine and the hungry, hungry seal.

May 12, 2006  
TOBYtoby said...

I am glad you posted the link because I couldn't find it. And also my lazy-ass Thursday may have bled into my go-get-em Friday a little.

I have this tiny tiny scar on my finger from being forced to do woodwork in Grade 8. I lack the fine motor skills and ended up bleeding all over the machinery. Teacher not impressed and even my Mother wasn't excited about the blood-stained cheesboard I brought home.

Much bigger scar from my knife fight/appendix operation. I can tell the story quite convincingly because I was once briefly detained by police for a knife fight incident outside a Sizzler restaurant in Toowoomba.

May 12, 2006  

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