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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Summer Blogging



Fudge on the porch, Summer 2005

13 comments:

Doctor Bean said...

Good times. Good times.

I remember the summer of 2005... The drinking, the late night chats, the friends I thought I'd never lose touch with, the giant marauding robots, the 2 am trips to Denny's... I really didn't want that summer to end.

parcequilfaut said...

Yay for photoblogging. Yay for people who have laptops and thus mobile blogging technology...although I was mildly disturbed the last time I saw a guy blogging in the middle of a live show.

HaJew said...

Thanks for the photo, worth a thousand words.

Like the site in general.

PsychoToddler said...

I miss the giant maurauding robots. Did they ever get married?

Doctor Bean said...

I think so. Last I heard they had a 3 year-old R2 unit and were expecting a jet-ski.

PsychoToddler said...

Here's the "Doctored" Bean version:

marauding robots

Too good to keep in an email.

Wickwire said...

These days here are the good 'ol days.

JC said...

What a tiny little thing she is! I love the pic.

DovBear said...

Why do you call her Fudge?

fudge said...

he didn't know i was called 'dennis.'

and, to save my dad the trouble of chewing through his tongue, i must point out that the chair and the computer are both oversize.

fudge said...

ps you draw one WICKED marauding robot!

Doctor Bean said...

Fudge: Thanks. It took me three weeks. I had to quit my job. The eyes were the hardest part, but you could probably tell that.

PsychoToddler said...

"he didn't know i was called 'denis'"

Verily, I have taught my daughter well.

She quoth from none other than the book of Python:

SECOND BROTHER: And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow
Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and
orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
MAYNARD: Skip a bit, Brother.

ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
DENNIS: I'm thirty-seven.
ARTHUR: I-- what?
DENNIS: I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old.
ARTHUR: Well, I can't just call you 'Man'.
DENNIS: Well, you could say 'Dennis'.
ARTHUR: Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'.
DENNIS: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?