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Showing posts with label Birthdays. Show all posts

Friday, June 27, 2014

Happy Birthday Heydave!

We’ve been informed by a reliable scource (who we’ll call NotHoward Kurtz) that today is the natal anniversary of veteran Wo’C commenter heydave.  Other people born on this auspicious day include:
Jennifer Aniston’s father, Mel Tillis’ daughter, liberator of South American Simon Bolivar,  baseball great Barry Bonds, who acquired superpowers after a freak accident in a steroid lab, breast-possessing actress Lynda Carter, who’s performance as Wonder Woman remains the definitive interpretation of the character for men who were aged 10 to 34 in the years 1975 through 1979, Charles S Johnson, the distinguished sociologist and civil rights pioneer, who wrote the classic study, The Negro in Chicago (hmmm.  Coincidence…?), and Michael Richards, actor, comedian and not-civil rights pioneer.
According to some internet horoscope site for people born on July 24th:
As we arrive fully in the Leo sun sign we see the emotional part of being on the Leo-Cancer cusp disappear, replaced with nervous energy in all phases of the persons life. They are up for the challenge. You wont see this person sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch. They are seeking all kinds new physical, social and most of all sexual experiences.
So you’ll see them having sex in a rocking chair on the front porch.  Kids, they’re just “telling secrets.”
The ruling planet for today is Venus, along with the Sun, ruling planet for Leo, really turns up the heat in the kitchen.
So the insatiable July 24th’ers will be having sex in there too, I guess.  Just don’t forget to check the burners for heat before you bend your partner over the stove.  And have a happy birthday, Dave.  Also enjoy our free gift to you; a photo of a live Fascist and a dead one, to symbolize the Circle of Life.
Posted by scott on July 24th, 2008

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Happy Birthday, Bill S!

And for his Special Day, Bill, speaking as a connoisseur of penises, implored me not to repost that image of former male porn star and current warblogger Rod Majors, nude and rampant upon a hay bale, with his Junior Samples-style bib overalls down around his ankles and a Cheney where his Dick ought to be. And all I can say is, Bill, you’re the birthday boy…
So instead, here’s an image of Yoda with a stick protruding suggestively from his Muppety nether regions.

10 Responses to “Happy Birthday, Bill S!”

Thank you for not re-posting the Rod Majors, I have seen it several times and that is enough. Happy Birthday! Here’s 
Yoda

Um, agreed, but the description was fairly bad enough.
Happy birthday, Bill S! Hope you’re around a bit more often, even if that does mean you can’t, you know, have a real life or anything. We, like Abe Lincoln and that talking beaver, miss you when you’re off doing more interesting things.
Who said I did anything interesting?
Thanks everybody.
yeah, happy belated b’day
Hi there,
I read your blog and think you’re a good writer. I would like to invite you to join our new online community at polzoo.com. It is a user generated political editorial and social network. We also choose from amongst our own bloggers to be featured columnists on the front page. I think your voice would be a great addition to our site.
Polzoo
Boy, polzoo, you could at least say happy birthday to Bill.
Bill, you mean you’ve been abandoning us to go do *boring* things? That kinda sucks.
Sorry I’m late, Bill S. Maybe you should move it to Monday next year and do a three-day weekend.
No, I mean sometimes I lose my Internets connection or my computer malfunctions in a certain way.
Actually, since my job allows me to have a paid day off on my birthday, I requested Friday off and got a 3 day weekend. (I hate working on Fridays more than I hate working on Mondays.) I could have used my “personal day” on Monday and gotten a 4 day weekend, but I decided to save it.
Blow me, you will.
Unless you don’t want to of course. Hey, it’s your birthday!
I dunno, Yoda looks mighty bored to be sporting a woody of such proportions. But what do I know?! Bill, I wished you happy birthday on the other thread, but here’s to you again – May your days be filled with stimulation, the good kind!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Happy Birthday, Maryc

Well, it’s been a tough week, and neither of us really feels like going out to celebrate.  But I’m afraid to simply ignore the occasion, for fear of inviting the bitter fate of Jimmy Wilson from the Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode, I Accuse My Parents.

As we all know, it was the failure of Jimmy’s parents to remember his birthday that sent him reeling, first into the arms of a kind-hearted but mobbed-up chanteuse…

“Tell you what, Jimmy.  You come by my place tomorrow morning about noon and I’ll fix you an old fashioned birthday breakfast.”

…and then into the Underworld, where Jimmy performed shadowy errands for a ruthless Mafia capo (renting cars, picking up packages, storing important papers in a safe deposit box) before two thugs mercilessly beat the crap out of him in an alley, despite Jimmy’s clearly telling them that it was his birthday!  After that, of course, he has no choice but to run away, traveling via an I Am A Fugitive From A Chain Gang-style montage, until, starving and desperate, he botches an armed robbery in Kansas which tragically culminates in Jimmy’s victim hiring him to flip burgers.

So, as I said, it’s been a lousy week, and I really don’t think I can handle it if the whole thing climaxes with Mary joining the Black Hand and going on a three-state crime spree because I didn’t make a big to-do about her birthday.  So just to be on the safe side, I’m ordering Chinese.

Chinese is a good call. May I also suggest a chocolate and cherry mousse cake? I’m not sure I can bring myself to say “Happy birthday” here, knowing it’s not bloody likely, but I hope you can avoid the whole chain-gang-montage thing, since the music is almost invariably awful.
Maryc, I hope you have a birthday that doesn’t totally suck!
And Scott, having seen “I Accuse My Parents”, I don’t think you need worry that forgetting Maryc’s birthday will lead to her falling in with the wrong crowd. One crucial plot detail is that Jimmy was, y’know, dumber than a bag of hammers.
Oh, fine, we won’t talk about the essay. Everyone just wants to forget the essay.
We’ll just pretend Jimmy never wrote the essay.
Are you happy now?
Just don’t go to one of those restaurants where the entire waitstaff comes out, clapping rhythmically, singing, “Happy, HAP-py Birthday, Happy, HAP-py Birthday!!1!” ::::shudder::::
Oh-and HAP-py birfday, as much as can be expected.
I Accuse My Parents contains one of my favorite MST3K lines ever.
The proprietor of the burger joint, spotting Jimmy sitting there down on his luck, says something like “You learn a lot about people in this business…”
and one of the crew (Joel?) quips, “For example, they’re bipeds!”
Are you happy now?
Well. I’m happy in my work
As well you should be, Scott. Your knowledge of horrible movies impresses me, and at the same time, skeers the shit out of me on several levels.
Mebbe one day, to skeer you back, I’ll send you the pathetic screenplays that I wrote in college. If that don’t larn ya, nothin’ will!
I know that it’s been a hellacious week for everyone at WoC, especially with MaryC losing her beloved kitty-child. I just hope that you can have a peaceful, comfortable birthday, Mary, and that the rest of the year is better for you.
And that, y’know, all of the republicunts in this country are finally convicted for their crimes against humanity and that the next year of all of our lives will be 1000% better.
XOXOXO
“Well. I’m happy in my work… ”
Do you ever, ever shirk?
Sorry, not my fault. I accuse Mary’s parents. Happy Birthday, Mary, say, that’s fine, here’s five dollars [yawns].

Happy Birthday Bill S!

In honor of your special day, here’s a full-front nude study of Corporal “Rod Majors” Sanchez with his “11-inch monster.”

“Green Acres is the place to be”

“This is not what I meant when I asked you to give me head!
I don’t know…looks like he was caught trying to take a dump in the barn and decided to cover by shooting a sultry look. That’s just odd.
DAMMIT SCOTT!!! I just KNEW that you’d have to top my male-stripper-by-mail gift to Bill…
And I wanna see a measuring tape upside of Darth Cheney’s head, ’cause while it is warrior-like, fearsome and creepy as a motherfucker, I seriously doubt that it amounts to a full 11 inches. No, the jowls don’t count in a proper measure, neither do the retractable horns.
At any rate, well done, ya bastid, and much love and lovely young-but-legal houspets to Bill, hopefully where one is a licensed masseur and the other does toe-curling scalp massages. You deserve the best, Bill!
And for fuck’s sake, I *KNOW* that I closed that fucking bold tag!!!
Fuck it, blame it on the lunesta. Hell, with the dragon-breath and short-shift sleep endurance, they ought to take the blame for SOMETHING.
Now, Bill, aren’t you glad that I’m not there to help you blow out the candles? Although I have had my fun with melted candles… heh heh heh…
Damn, but Corp. Sanchez’s nutsack is badly infected and swollen! Must be a fierce case of teh cra–
–oh, wait–
[blush]
Uhhh… nemmine that!
So! Happy Birfday, Bill S! Now, tell us truthfully. How many Corp. Sanchez vids and DVDs do you have kicking about at casa de Bill? [my uneducated guess is "5."]
Happy Birthday, Bill!
Though I think it would have been better if you shopped Dr. Mike’s head on the picture, because Bill’s a big fan.
Many thanks to all of you. :)
As for the picture, nice work, scott-you covered up one enormous prick with another (and if Rod had his back to the camera…)
Oh, and Marq, I dunno, let me go check.
[Goes into next room to look through private, not to-be-displayed-the-living-room DVD collection...]
[...returns hours later.]
NONE.
Actually, that only took a minute to figure out, but I was distracted.
Happy birthday, Bill. As your present, I’ve decided to graft whatever sort of hangover you were planning on having onto my migraine, so, you know, party freely. But designate a driver, because I’m not doing the drunk bits of your celebration, only the head-pounding, furry-tongue, lights-too-bright, joints-aching, three-tries-to-hit-the-snooze-button, the-air-molecules-hitting-my-skin-are-
making-the-most-ungodly-noise, where-the-hell-did-*that*-come-from, vowing-never-to-drink-again-
and-this-time-I-mean-it parts.
Wait, you don’t suppose he calls that thing The Little Corporal, do you?
Many happy returns, Bill.
I’m sure he calls it what everyone else does – a big Dick.
Birthday cheers, Bill!
Ugliest dick I’ve ever seen, and I used to work in the Ramrod…
Wait, you don’t suppose he calls that thing The Little Corporal, do you?
nah, I’m sure he calls it what everyone else does, his “Shooter”
and many happy returns on the day
Happy B-day Bill!
That would probably clear up if he switched to boxers.
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL S.
YOU’RE ONE OF THE BEST !!!
i know ;)
Happy birthday, Bill S, you old pervnert.
OLD?!!!
And, he misspelled “prevert,” too!
HaHa, there is a dick between his legs, and his name is Dick,

Friday, May 20, 2011

Happy Birthday, Marq!

Marq, the place just wouldn’t be the same without you (and by that, I mean that it would be WORSE, and definitely less fun).  Here’s wishing you a year free of hospitalization, Bush blunders, and “sexy” Ann Coulter photos.
Anyway, in honor of your special day, here’s a blurry greeting from Tonto, Tarzan, and Frankenstein, and a link to the the Lost Ending To “It’s A Wonderful Life (a movie which I have a feeling I’ll be watching this weekend . . .)
AddThis

10 Responses to “Happy Birthday, Marq!”


Happy birthday, Marq! And no Ann Coulter photo! (We always knew S.Z. liked you best. *furtively glancing at picture* Mmmmmmmm….)
A belated Happy Birthday.
man, even s.z. is combining your birthday with the war on Xmas. at least it wasn’t a pic of Bill o’Falafel.
Well, heaven forfend that! Thank yew very much, one and all. I’m feeling nearly OK, which is a great improvement from yesterday, when I was fairly weak.
When I am allegedly “funny” around here, it’s a reflection on all you nice folk, due to my Zellig-like mimic abilities. Similarly, when I’m not funny, it’s all your fault. Be funnier, damnit! wear funny hats! Make faces! ;)
Merry New Year and Happy CHRISTmas everyone… especially the New Year trolls!
Happy Birthday Marq! I like all your comments, funny or not. So there!
Happy B-day, darlin’ Marq… And I hope that you’re feeling better, even though I never could quite figure out what the ailment/injury was, I’m glad that you’re coming out the other side of it.
And don’t you go blamin’ US for making you have not-funny moments, pumpkin — you contribute every bit as much to the gestalt of WO’C, so if you’re not throwing your personal weight of stones into the stone soup, then that’s on YOU, bunny-boy.
So get to hoppin’ and make me laugh, dammit!
XOXOXO
Annti
Happy birthday, Marq!
OK, Annti, in the final hour of my birthday ’06, a re-gifted* joke:
Once upon a time, there were two Chinamen. Now look at all of ‘em!
[rimshot]
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*stolen.
A Belated Happy Birthday, Marq. Sorry it be late, but I was out of my house for most of the day and didn’t get to my computer to post this till now. :)
Ohhhhhhh, Maarrrrrrrrrrrq…. Darlin’, I had no idea that you were THAT ill… Tsk, tsk, tsk…
(heh heh heh…)
Don’t make me get the hook, you Shecky Greene mofo…
(I’d do the demonic winking emoticon here, but they keep turning into fucking SMILEY FACES, and they don’t have a satanic SMILEY.)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Happy Birthday, Scott!

While I’m not skilled enough (or awake enough) to compose the tribute that my friend Scott deserves, let me just say that he is undoubtedly the smartest, wittiest, kindest, funniest, most talented person I know who was ever part of the Coffee Achievers.




(Speaking of which, look what I found for you: YouTube – 1984 – The Coffee Achievers.

But that’s not your birthday present, Scott. No, you get these lovely photos of Rush Limbaugh:

And here’s a quote from Rush to go along with the photos:
Cigars relax me. They help me to think. I only recently began smoking them while doing the radio show, and just having one in my hand seems to lower whatever inhibitions I have just a bit and bring out the expressiveness of my personality.
Of course, by “cigars,” Rush means “blue babies.”
And speaking of Rush, he used most of yesterday’s radio program to claim that he did not make fun of Michael J. Fox (“Correcting the Record: One More Time: I Did Not Make Fun of Michael J. Fox“). No, Rush was just trying to accurately impersonate Fox for the benefit of his radio listeners, who probably had never seen Michael J. Fox before. For Rush would NEVER make fun of anyone with a disease.
That is beneath me and there’s no evidence and history of it on this program at all or in my behavior as a human being.
And as there is no evidence of Rush being a human being, I guess that technically he’s not lying.

Rush used the rest of the program to try to make the Dittoheads believe that it was the Democrats who were abusing Michael J. Fox, and Rush was just trying to help the poor little guy. But sadly, instead of applauding Rush’s humanitarian efforts, they were savaged by the media (“America’s Anchorman: Drive-By Media Carries Democrat Water, Lies About Anyone Who Gets in Their Way“), since the media hates Rush because he is beautiful.
If they [the media] really cared about Michael J. Fox as they pretend, to they would be denouncing the manner in which he has been used and exploited for their purposes. They would be attacking the manner in which scientific research is now being politicized. There’s been a tradition in this country of bipartisan approaches to the cure and research into diseases. That has now been turned upside down when it comes to Parkinson’s disease or close to it on Alzheimer’s and with spinal paralysis.
So, it’s the media that’s politicizing science, and thereby ending this country’s proud tradition of bipartisan medical research? Damn those journalists, who are keeping our politicians from doing their life-saving Alzheimer’s research!

Anyway, Rush did admit that he got it wrong when he said that Fox didn’t take his medication so he would look really pathetic when he filmed that commercial. Yes, Rush is now claiming that Fox took extra medication so he would look really pathetic when he filmed that commercial:
They [the Democrats] work with Michael J. Fox on deciding how he will appear in the ad. Make no mistake about this, because he has a choice.
He just said in the sound bite he was actually overmedicated when he did the ads. I leave the conclusion and meaning of that to you. I’m through speculating on this. I’ll I’m telling you is I know how campaign ads are put together. The Democrat campaigns decided for whatever reason they wanted Michael J. Fox to appear the way he does in the ads and the same way he appeared when he testified before the Senate
You know, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if Fox didn’t contract Parkinson’s under the direction of the Democrats, just so he could try to make Republicans look bad during this critical election period.  Don’t let him get away with it, America!

Posted by s.z. on Friday, October 27th, 2006 at 4:41 am

26 Responses to “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SCOTT!”

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birrrrthhdaaaaaaay dear SCOTT! Happy Birthday to yooooouuuuuuu!
Many happy returns, Scott. Y’know October 27th is known to us amateur almanacists as The Birthday of Poets: Dylan Thomas. Sylvia Plath. Simon LeBon. H. R. Haldeman. Drink up, lad! Conspire with supermodels! Make sure the pilot light hasn’t gone out!
Happy birthday, Scott! Want some cranes? And Doghouse, those are excellent ideas. I’m off to do a few of them.
Happy birthday, Scott!
Rush is a jerk.
I’m sending him this card right after the election:
http://www.cafepress.com/nkdholidaycards.80770067
It’s big, dark, and long and just having one in hand seems to lower his inhibitions.
Leave Rush alone- he’s off to the Dominican Republic where he’ll stuff many of them ibnto his mouth.
Happy birthday Mr. c.
And s.z. if those are birthday presents I pray to whatever powers exist you never find out mine.
W.D.
Unfortunately, Rush may be able to claim that he has credibilty with his overmedication claims. After all he does have experience in that arena.
Y’know, I really don’t wanna know about the wide round things Rush likes to put in his mouth. I’m glad he didn’t tell us what he likes to sit on.
Oh, I remember that commercial! Can somebody tell me who Cicely was slapping after her coffee break?
Happy B’day, Scott. In addition to the people Doghouse Riley mentioned, you also have the same birthday as:
Teresa Wright
John Cleese
Fran Lebowitz
Scott Weiland
Ted Wass
Nanette Fabray
Matt Drudge (he’s only 39? I thought he was closer to 60.)
Roberto Benigni
Patrick Fugit (had to include him because I loved “Almost Famous” and “Saved”)
Floyd Cramer
H. R. Haldemann
Veronic Hart*
Autumn Blaze*
Kelly Osborne
(*if you know who those two are…I’d like to know WHY.)
So Big Rush wasn’t mocking Janet Reno when he called her Shakes? Oh wait, wait, I got it. Shakes=roling the dice=gambling=Nevada=Reno!
Okay, it clearly had nothing to do with her Parkinsons.
Happy Birthday!
yeah, many happy returns on the day
Dammit, I read the title and thought you were wishing me a happy birthday! Then I realized that wouldn’t make much sense many month in advance…
Teresa Wright and you have the same birthday? You’re keeping good company. Me, I’d like to have the same birthday as Claudia Black. Sigh…
Also, does anyone here smoke cigars? I’m not really one to talk since I smoke cigarettes, but with cigars, you’re not inhaling*, so what’s the appeal? Is it the taste? Or is it the feeling of having something the size of a large dildo in your mouth that you can suck on that’s the appeal?
*Or are you supposed to? The few times I tried inhaling a cigar, I coughed my lungs out.
I smoke way too many cigarettes, but I have indulged in a cigar now and then. To me it’s a taste / tactile thing. As far as the “a cigar is just a cigar” argument” I’m not schooled enough to comment.
Belated Happy Birthday, Scott, or Happy Belated Birthday, or Happy Birthday Belatedly.
I was hoping that as a birthday present, Rush would inhale too hard on his cigar and he would choke to death on it, but it didn’t happen. Well, maybe next year.
Those pictures of Rush remind me of a hog with a straw sticking out of it’s ass.
Rush… oh, I can’t go on.
Thanks for the hideous photo.
Happy Birthday, Scott!
Don’t look at the photographs.
On the one hand, Scott, I am very jealous that Bill S. went out and did the research to find all of the famous and semi-famous and almost-famous people who share your birthday when he didn’t do it on mine (You Scorpios always get the cool shit!!! Not fair!), but on the other hand, when I do sit still long enough to watch the copy of “Lust In The Dust” that Stinkeye sent me for my birthday, along with a beautifully-framed picture of Lanie Kazan and Divine (with, of course, “Annti” under DIVINE, and “Stinkeye” under LANIE, like THAT’S fair!!!) — I’ll be thinking of you the whole time, Scott.
I just hope that the imagery induced in the above description doesn’t invoke a nausea in you to rival that in S.Z.’s kitten.
Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy joy joy joyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
Scott, Happy Birthday, man…what did ya get?
Haapy (a few days late) Birthday, scott. I’d have posted this sooner, but I’ve had the Cold From Hell™ for the last several days abd have been posting fairly lightly for me. It’s bad enough that my nasal passages and sinuses are overrun with phlegm stalactites and stalagmites, but on top of that, my nose is bleeding like a stuck pig, and decongestants don’t do diddly-squat for clotting globs o’ blood (just thought i’d share the gross). Anyhoo, as the various congestive factors are making it incredibly difficult to breathe, and thus nearly impossible to sleep. Which explains why I’m so damned loopy right now. So, on your birthday, I was likely building up to this lovely state of being. So, again, Happy (belated) Birthday!
Poor Divine, if he had lived he could’ve played the role of the ceegar-smooching, fascist, sociopathic propagandist who oil slicks off on third world “jaunts.”
Annti, I did that last year on your birthday, ‘member? Can’t list ‘em all again, but it included Dawn French, Joan Cusack, Jane Krakowski, Mike Nelson and Luke Perry (shut up, I think he’s hot.)

Monday, February 7, 2011

Happy (Early) Birthday, Anntichrist Coulter!

Here’s wishing you many happy returns of the day, and a happy return from the hospital. Take care of yourself, AC, because the world would definitely be a worse place without you.
As for the rest of you, we suggest that besides wishing our little AC a great day, you also check out her blog, Mark Of The Beast – we hear she’s got some kick-ass guest bloggers filling in for her while she’s out of commission.
Oh, and AC, since you are in pain, we didn’t want to inflict a photo of Ann Coulter on you this year. So, instead, here’s the latest offering from Don Wildmon’s AFA — it’s a pin featuring a photo of some kind of a faceless goblin holding a snowball wrapped in a sack.

But here’s how the AFA describes it:
Make a statement as you shop this Christmas. Proudly wear this button to let store clerks and managers know that instead of “Happy Holidays” you say, “Merry Christmas, it’s worth saying.”
Get some for your family, your friends or for every member of your church.
That should put those damned store clerks in their place — especially if you stab them with it if they give you the wrong holiday greeting!
So, buy several dozen of these lovely pins and give them to everyone who is expecting a present or tip from you during this gift-giving season — I know they’ll show you just what they think of your thoughtfulness!

19 Responses to “Happy (Early) Birthday, AnntiChrist Coulter!”

Get well quick, Annti.
Nice to see that the War on the War on Xmas, like its sacred namesake, just gets earlier and more commercialized every year, ain’t it? And in that spirit I have a few button ideas of my own:
• Tantric Goddess. Kindly wish me a Happy Orgasm. Or Twelve.
• Okay, so you’re superstitious. It doesn’t mean you get to cut in line.
• Service personnel: Remember, Christians are the worst holiday tippers!
• You can dispense with the greeting altogether if you’ll just ring up my purchase accurately, bag it, and let me get the hell out of here.
• Oh? Well then, Happy Fucking Easter, too, while we’re at it.
happy biffday, Annti. remember Paulie Walnuts in that card i sent: ‘if you don’t get well soon, i’ll fuckin’ whack you.’
Happy birthday, Annti, and get well soon. If someone gives me your address, I’ll send you some origami cranes.
Happy birthday and a swift and painless (or plentifully medicated) recovery, to the Queen of Obscene Free Verse Invective.
Awwwwww, y’allllllll… You’re gonna make me get all weepy and snotty and red-eyed…
And S.Z., darlin’ heart, I will treasure that pin forever, ’cause it’ll be permanently attached to that scumsucking maggot Wildmon’s flaccid old ASS if I ever get back up by Nawth Mizzippi…
Scott… Queen of Obscene Free Verse Invective — you KNOW that I’m going to steal that if I ever get a book published… It’ll make a helluva T-shirt, too…
Doghouse, I love every one of those slogans and may be stealing those, too, at some point.
Rimone, m’dear, yes, you are far more fearsome and skeery than Paulie Walnuts could ever be… So if you gotta whack somebody, I hope that it’s in a nice way and that he really appreciates it!
And D. — that is so sweet. Holler at S.Z., she’ll prolly hook you up, ’cause I sure as hell ain’t gonna leave it in the comments… Granted, there haven’t been any DECENT trolls around in ages, but you never know, the throwback republicunts may have a renaissance at some point…
Thank you all, and know that I’ll be thinking of y’all tomorrow… especially if any of those doctors get uppity… heh.
Doghouse: That’s a great point about the commericalization on the WoC. God, they’ve used Happy Holidays for decades and they never bitched about it before. And they say that Liberals are the crybabies.
“I was with her when she died.” It’s worth saying–worth free airfare from anywhere on the planet to Boulder CO with free shrimp and champagne.
Happy Birthday, AC.
Don’t know if I copied this link correctly or not, but…if I did, I hope it’s worth the wait.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ISBOkGoE68
(It’s the thought that counts. :) )
well, okay, so maybe:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ISB0kGoE68
Hopefully I got it right this time.
Aw, Annti.
Happy whatever-it-is-that-you’re-celebrating and please get past whatever it is you’re not well from, because we miss you.
S.Z., I can\’t find your address anywhere here, which probably owes to the headache meds, but there ya go. If you could send me Annti\’s snail mail to hdsidhe – at – gmail.com, I\’d be grateful. (If you or anyone else want to trust me with yours, too, I\’ll send you some cranes as well. I\’ve got a box of around six thousand of them and always fold faster than I find takers.)
Also, AC, for your b’day, this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iM7MR5_v47w
and this…(but I couldn’t tell whether you were being sincere or sarcastic when expressing a fondness for this show. So if it’s the latter, I apologize for being clueless.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_A85jRPwdg
Happy Birthday and may all go well tomorrow.
Well, happy Birthday (as much as the circumstances allow), Annti. Best wishes on your unfortunately-scheduled surgery. Would that people took their jobs seriously and realized that getting those “tiny details” wrong can seriously impact somebody’s life, e.g. your bank guy, or the person who got your prescription wrong.
Happy B-day to my favorite tow truck driver.
I’ll send you a big bowl of chicken soup in a Stamos-shaped bowl.
I left you something special duct taped to the porch. Make sure to feed it.
Oh, and is it just me, or does that “snowflake baby Jeebus” on that button pretty much resemble a sperm cell? Coincidence? I think not!
The AFA writes: Make a statement as you shop this Christmas. Proudly wear this button to let store clerks and managers know that instead of “Happy Holidays” you say, “Merry Christmas, it’s worth saying.”
Yes, pin a self-righteous demand to your lapel. In the same spirit, I’m gonna have one made that says “Attend Me, Sales Monkey.”
Happy Birthday, Annti, and please stop cursing at the hospital staff, they’re doing the best they can.
Yikes.
Just a suggestion, Scott and Sherri: With DSidhe’s permission, you might wanna do her a favor by pulling the comment containing her email address. If left up, it’ll provide endless grist for email address harvesting web bots and dear D will soon find herself with staggering amounts of spam.
Yes, more than you get now, D; much, much more.
Couldn’t tell what that green glyph on the button was at first: it most strongly resembled a cartoon frog whose features were contorted with anger. (Sort of like its wearer, I’d wager…)
Well, I’m off to do my errands now, and if nobody wishes me a happy Sukkot, I’ll kick them where it hurts. Fair’s fair.
That particular email address is already everywhere, including blog comments, my pages, and my relatives with their massive, massive forward chains. I get piles of spam, and gmail stuffs it in a different folder and I don’t even look at it.
But thank you for the thought, Chris. :-)

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Happy Birthday, S.Z.!

Today we pause to mark the birth of a woman of brilliance, approaching genius (steathily, from downwind, so she can suddenly leap up out of nowhere, seize genius’ face and declare, “Got your nose!”).

As anyone who’s spent time at Wo’C knows, s.z.’s is a unique voice: witty, insightful, ironical, but never petty or mean-spirited. Her kindness, empathy, generosity, and integrity have meant more to me over the years than I can say, and I feel both proud and privileged to call her friend. (I’m less proud of the time I called her “Bilbo,” but that was a simple, honest mistake involving two bottles of Jaegermeister, some Wet Naps, and a Leonard Nimoy bootleg and it could’ve happened to anybody.)

Her unfailing sympathy for the powerless and the disadvanged among us is a testimony to her huge heart and tremendous decency, just as the vomit, poop, and hairballs decorating her once pristine home is evidence that her head periodically turns into a giant sucker.

The fact that s.z.’s acute intelligence (and intelligence training) has allowed her to expose many a wingnut prevarication has helped to make the blogosphere a slightly less hospitable place for lies, smears, and distortions. And though she rarely alludes to it, it should be noted that during her years of government service, she did more to actually protect and promote the national security of the United States than all the windy, vainglorious words ever pecked out by the likes of Max Boot, V.D. Hansen, Instapundit, the Powerclowns, Ralph Peters, Hugh Hewitt, and the sum total of Townhall combined. (However, in all fairness, it should also be noted that the staff of NRO has been much more effective in promoting the sales of Funyuns and Japanese schoolgirl porn.)

I tried to think of a proper way to repay s.z. for all the snarky goodness she’s provided us over the last two-years-and-counting, but this is the best I could do. So it is in a spirit of tremulous humility that I offer you a treasured Presidential heirloom: the very same teddy bear that Barbara Bush gave her son George when he was a wee tot of 24, and though the gift dates to a time when he was young and foolish, still, the future president seems to have gleaned many valuable life lessons from it. He also seems to have spilled a lot of beer and cocaine on it, so you might want to give it a few squirts of Resolve before letting Yodie and Flossie rip its farting guts out.
Happy birthday, Sheri.
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66 Responses to “HAPPY BIRTHDAY S.Z.!”

Happy Birthday (again), s.z.!
And Scott, the bear is more attractive, and has more class, than the wingnuts s.z. must endure on our behalf.
Thank Allah you weren’t born a day earlier.
Oh that is so perfect. I especially like the picture of that swingin’ party – And the bear’s expression is priceless! My only question is, Does it come with its own, um, perfume?
Better “Bilbo” than “Bimbo”, however.
Happy birthday, Sheri.
Happy Birthday, sweetie! One of these days we’ll make the road trip out of NorCal and come babysit the critters. I promise. ;)
Happy BDay s.z.
and here I always thought you sprung fully formed from the forehead of Zeus much like Venus on the half shell
Happy Birthday SZ! I second everything Scott said, and would like to add that you are a damn fine investigative blogger. Have a wingnut-free day on us!
Woo-hoo, happy birthday Sheri!!
Happy birthday, love. I trust the box of kittens I sent arrived in good shape.
Sheri Sheri bo-berry, fee-fie, fo-fairy, SHERRRRRRIIII!!!!
Y’know, I’ve had a birthday greeting up for you ever since 1:01A over at my blog, and you ain’t even dropped by to say “hi,” dangit!
(And yes, there’s a gift en route via USPS, so be patient!)
So git yer ass over to Mark Of The Beast, and take your birthday whuppin’ like a big girl!
Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy joy joy JOYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday, S.Z. and many happy returns!
And bonus points to Preznit for the best line thus far. He’s such a suckup.
Doghouse, I just hope you remembered to poke the airholes in the box BEFORE you put the kittens inside. We don’t want a repeat of last year.
(shudder) The horror…the horror…
Awwww Billllll, dammit, I was right in the middle of my fish sticks dinner!
You trying to turn me into a bulemic?!?!
Happy Birthday SZ! And, in keeping with an old tradition, I present your Birthday Horoscope: Riffed for Your Pleasure!
YOUR BIRTHDAY: 12 September
(VIRGO)
Your personal ruling planets are Mercury and Jupiter.
It used to be Mercury, Jupiter and Pluto, but we all know what happened to Pluto. And hey, at least your birthday hasn’t been dedicated to Uranus!
The latter part of your life is likely to be more satisfying than the first part. Jupiter always brings a streak of luck to its natives so don’t dishearten when things don’t happen overnight. Trust the laws of the Universe that say “what you give you shall receive”.
Well, I’m going to assume that means that since you regularly give us laughter, tears and every sweeps week, a very special blog post, you’re going to get laughter, tears and a very special blog post.
Keep plodding along using your powers of good faith ambition and dutifulness.
Wow. Superman would get his butt kicked if those were his powers. I mean, no offense, but coming all the way from the planet Krypton just to plod in good faith?! I say spend your next vacation at Yucca Flats! Come for the rabbits and the skydiving, stay for the atomic mutations.
There is no doubt that though you are restless in life, you will arrive at your destination.
Unfortunately, your luggage was even more restless than you are, and it arrived in it’s own destination: Krakatoa, Eastof Java.
Your lucky colours are yellow, lemon and…
Okay. Can someone tell me how yellow and lemon are not the same color?
…sandy shades.
In other words,the vaguest colors ever! Which is PERFECT for you, since it provides you with plenty of opportunity to camoflauge yourself on your missions! (It also provides you with a theme song! Sandy Shades! Sandy Shades! Gads about in beige all day!)
Your lucky gems are yellow sapphire, citrine quartz and golden topaz.
Which just happen to be in the colors: yellow, lemon and sandy shades. Those really are your lucky colors!
Your lucky days of the week Thursday, Sunday, Tuesday.
Sorry. I got nuthin’.
Your lucky numbers and years of important change are 3, 12, 21, 30, 39, 48, 57 , 66, 75.
They’re also Dick Cheney’s heart rates.
Famous people born on your birthday include Maurice Chevalier, Louis MacNeice,
Frank McGee, Barry White, Paul Walker and Martina Ertl.

Well, I know Maurice and Barry, but those other people…not so much. So really, how famous could they be? Martina’s not even famous enough to merit a second vowel! I hope on their Birthday Horoscopes they include your name, because you are way more famous, smarter, nicer and funnier than they could ever hope to be.
Have a wonderful birthday,. SZ, and may all your pets finally give you a break and let you sleep in this week!
Happy birthday!
And I think the bear can be a contender for 2006′s Ultimate Wingnut.
I’ve been reading WO’C for something like 2/3rds of its existence, which makes me an old-timer around here. And, yes, I know many of the other commentators in this thread were here first–that’s not the point. The point is, this blog’s title is freaking brilliant! At the time, I was pretty ignorant of blogs in general. I had recently discovered them via the Smirking Chimp, who at the time had a few links on it’s homepage to what turned out to be some of the biggest, most widely-read left-wing blogs, then and now: Kos, Atrios, etc. After reading these few blogs for a while, I became peripherally aware that there was a much wider blog world out there to be discovered. Atrios’ blogroll was particularly useful in this matter, as it was pretty lengthy. Whenever I ran out of things to amuse or infuriate me on the handful of blogs that I had already discovered, I’d scan the blogrolls looking for blog titles that really stood out. “World O’ Crap” really stood out from the crowd. I tried it, laughed, and kept coming back for more. WO’C is one of the very few blogs that I pitch a comment in on more than 50% of the threads. So, hooray for s.z. and her birthday! Hopefully, it will be a long, long time before radical blastocyte commandos take stem-cells from her to cure their chronic cases of freezer burn!
Happy birthday S.Z.! I do more lurking than commenting, but count me a loyal and appreciative fan wishing you the best today and always.
AC, if I wanted to turn you bulemic, I’d have posted THIS link:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=x1Qx1d4RKQc
maryc, those “Lucky Numbers” are also the I.Q’s of the Town Hall columnists-time 2, that is.
happy birthday, sz. I hope it’s not too late.
maryc, those “Lucky Numbers” are also the I.Q’s of the Town Hall columnists-time 2, that is.
Ooooh, Bill S, SNAP! Nice one!
Coming here daily makes ME feel like I’ve gotten a present. My wish is that you feel all of the love and presents coming your way today!
And for sport, I’m picturing Cheney supplying the olfactory aura to that bear at the party…
s., you are the best. Hope this birthday is a good one, not like that one where your folks threw a double sawbuck at you, got drunk and and went to the beach house to party with friends, even though you won the essay contest at school.
I wish you a world o’ happiness.
And Scott, you said it, brother. Thanks for putting into words the appreciation so many feel (you win the essay contest, hands down!).
All our happy are belong to you.
*raises glass to s.z.*
Bill, darrrrrling… Do you honestly believe that Ol’ Dial-Up Girl here would waste half a day of her life, downloading Paris Hilton?
Honey.
If you’re going to prank me, honey, you gotta be a little slicker and a lot more subtle than that.
Joyeux anniversaire!!!
Hey, you downloaded enough of it to find out what it WAS-that’s enough of a prank for me.
And in the morning, 15 minutes before going to work, I could only think of one video that was worse…and I’m saving it for your birthday. :)
Happy B’day, S.Z.! Hope the kitties and puppies don’t leave you any presents!
Happy birthday. In lieu of a gift, a donation has been made on your behalf to The Human Fund. See card at http://www.msgr.ca/msgr-2/festivus%2005.htm
Bill, darling, you’re not trying to make me abdicate Wo’C for the entire month of October for some reason, now are you punkin’?
Don’t make me sic the Lesbian Attack Hamster onto yer ass… she goes for BLOOD!
Oh, and re: The Birthday Girl — where the fuck is she?!?! Not a peep in this whole, lovely piece that Scott wrote for her, or any of the heartfelt comments — is she sick, is she MIA, is she inflagrante delicto with a cabana boy in Cabo?
I’m really starting to worry ’bout that hussy… not to mention the fact that I’m still sulking ’cause she never comes to visit at my blog, nor have any of you other heifers… *sigh*
:::pouting better than Rue McClanahan at a Tailhook Convention:::
Hey, Annti, I’ve been by “Mark of the Beast” at least, um, once! I just didn’t post a comment at that time (shame, shame!!1!). Now, here;s the threat promise: next time I drop in, I’ll pass some bon mots atcha. Or sumthin’.
Happy Birthday, s.z.! It must be a good one since we haven’t heard from you. Are you blowing all your royalties on a birthday bash?
Happy birthday to the Queen of Snark!
Well, Marq, darlin’ heart, I hope that if you do gift me with your presence again, that you will do me the kindness of dropping a few bon mots (or Godivas) at the doorstep, or whatever dainty metaphor that you so choose, if you are so inclined.
Musta been a helluva party, SZ….
hey Annti, I ran by there, but didn’t feel like signing up for a blogger account just to leave a comment
Thank You Keith Olbermann {TYKO}
Yesterday I decided to google ” Thank You Keith Olbermann” just to see if someone had put up a site similar to the one that sprang up for Colbert this past summer.
To my surprise, there was nothing…..
There is now. We know that the noise machine will be coming after him even harder now that he’s stepped up. And for all we know the messages to MSNBC on his behalf may go directly into the worlds biggest e-mail trash can. But TYKO is out on the web for all to see. So stop by and just say a simple Thank You. This isn’t going to be a fan site. I’m not going to do a lot of posts, I’m not going to preach. Just a place to say thanks.
Tell others about it, add a link to it…..There’s code for a button right there to cut and paste…Look for ” ATTA BOY ”
http://thank-you-keith-olbermann.blogspot.com/
COLORADO BOB
P.S.
The site went up at 9:30 yesterday…it’s doing 60 hits an hour now.
AC, what preznit said about the comments thing. And after the pictures you posted Sept. 9 on your blog, do you really think there’s something I could post on your b’day that’d scare you away? I suspect you may have a stronger stomach than I.
I know, I know, it’s not as “easy” as Radioland (which I don’t miss AT THE FUCK ***ALL***, btw) or HaloScan, but it keeps life a little simpler for me, k?
It’s not like they’re asking for a home address and a REAL NAME, for fuck’s sake. Just do it.
And from all of the effort that y’all went to, so that you could complain at me, you could’ve already done it.
Sorry if I’m not at my most solicitous/friendly today, but it’s been about 30 hours since I’ve slept, and my body absofuckinglutely LOATHES ME (go ahead, make the jokes, I’ve already got the punchlines in my head), and I’m going to be in a self-induced mini-coma very shortly.
So.
When y’all get the time and feel like really breaking a sweat over your keyboards, please do me the favor of gracing my blog with your inimitable, sterling personalities, k? Hug-hug, smooch-smooch.
And don’t think that they’re not still lookin’ for y’all, over at the Chuck E. Cheese…
This is the time of year when I feel grossly offended because store clerks insist on saying the nonreligious, inoffensive, “Have a nice day,” to me instead of “Shanah Tovah” which they should do so I don’t feel offended at their not standing with Israel. Bill O’Reilly, why aren’t you looking out for me? Why must the Container Storeofascists dictate our policy?
A wee bit OT, but no new posts for four days, so…
Remember our good buddy, former Operation Rescue leader and Terri Schiavo ghoul Randall Terry? He was running for a state senate seat in Florida as the more wingnutty of two Republican’t candidates. Surprisingly enough, he lost. Bigtime. It was a 2-1 margin against him.
Perhaps between this and Laffey’s inability to unseat Lincoln “I’m far to the left of 2/3rds of the Democratic Party” Chafee show that there actually is a point at which a candidate becomes too conservative to win. Then, I thought the “Keyes for Senate ’04″ campaign had already proven this.
It was:
Jim King, 27315 votes.
Randall Terry, 13251 votes.
Hee!
Happy birthday SZ
I’m glad he lost, yet…there’s still something dismaying about the fact that 13251 people could overlook all of Randall Terry’s many, many, MANY character flaws. You’d think being a vile, stupid, bigoted, hypocritical sociopath would be more of turnoff.
Bill, darling, you give the human animal far too much credit.
They don’t “overlook” Randall Terry’s “flaws” — they view them as ATTRIBUTES. Failing to accept and understand that there really are people THIS stupid, this VENAL, THIS CRUEL, is what has handicapped the DNC to this day.
I’m not saying that we should view the world as Dumbya and his religious-bigot batshit-crazy sheeple do, as either you’re “with (them)” and therefore “good,” or “ag’in (them)” and therefore “bad.”
What I’m saying is that it’s not just that Domino’s founder batshit and that Amway founder batshit that we should be worried about. What we should be worried about is the fact that so many of the sheeple AGREE with them and BELIEVE the lies, the purile pablum, and the outright flaming BULLSHIT that they sell.
Those 13,251 votes are open admission that there are still people in this country who think that crime in the name of cults is still okay. People who agree that women serve no higher purpose than to be captive breeding vessels. People who truly believe that it’s perfectly okay for ExxonMobil, Dow Chemical, British Petroleum, et al, to destroy the earth and as many inhabitants as possible, because JEEBUS IS COMIN’ and we won’t “need” this planet after the rapture.
Be afraid, be very afraid. I’m afraid that education can no longer reach those who are so purposefully blind and ignorant, as they fear and resent knowledge and research that reveals the lies to which they cleave their bosoms so heartily.
They’re fighting for their right to be ignorant, and they’re fighting to ASSUME their self-issued “right” to shove their cult and their ignorance down everybody else’s throats. They think that they do “gawd’s will” when they encroach upon the human rights and constitutional rights of others. They think that they are fully entitled to discriminate against, blackball, and assault anyone who doesn’t agree with their megalomaniacal agenda.
Today, it’s your local school board or your Congressional district. Tomorrow, the world. Fuck, they’ve already got the biggest self-loathing closet-case on the planet doing their bidding from the highest places of power — if they can recruit Karl Rove, who CAN’T they get?
I hope you had a marvelous birthday, you certainly deserve it. My best wishes and my hope for many more, each better than the last.
I thought this religio-Nazi was heading off to greener pastures.
Different guy,same agender.
Due to their multiple sex partners, at any given time, 80% of these deathfags will be carrying some sort of venereal disease.


You sound jealous.
Can’t imagine why…
I think I’d rather have every STD in the book rather than what you’ve got, buddy. Yours is a much nastier kind of sickness.
Jealous that I don’t have sex?
Fixed your statement for subtext.
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September 18th, 2006 at 2:11 pm
Look us in the eyes you liberal pussies !

Oh…listen…so long as you’re down there…
*unzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip*
Aw, did we get ANOTHER troll today? Gosh, the things I miss when I’m at work. (Now if only THEY had jobs…)
Yeah! It’s no fair* when we, the resident gay population of WO’C don’t get to see the venomous fag-bashing!
*Actually, not complaining. Delete away, scott & s.z.!
Awwwwww, mannnn… I miss ALL the fun, dammit!!!
And has anybody issued an APB for Sheri yet? MIA? PBR? MI-5? CIA? WTF?
I swear I warned her not to try teh autoerotic asphyxiation!
Um, Scott, Annti’s perturbedness there would be your cue to let us all know what’s going on….
Sorry for being slow on the perturbedness uptake. I did finally get in touch with Sheri after several days incommunicado. She’s been ill, there have been multiple pet dramas, lightning bolts hitting her neighborhood like so many Zeus-tossed Jarts, and a 20-hour power outtage that made all her electronics go to a dimension not of sight nor of sound, but of crap.
Anyway, she’s alive, and will hopefully be back with us shortly.
and here I thought it was just the hangover from hell or the aftermath of the Armageddon party. hope she’s back with us soon
HALLLLLLLL-LAY-LUUU-YAHHH!!!!
Now, can we throw a fundraiser to buy S.Z. a HAL of her very own, that is impervious to doom, lightning, and attacks of Lucianne literature?
Oh, and Scott? Thanks for the Jart flashback… *sigh* Good times, good times… *sigh*
wow and we thought she was partying up with her man..
Amen to what Annti said! I, for one, would be willing to donate my entire retirement fund (that would be about $25.)in order to help upgrade S.Z.’s equipment. I mean, I hate to lay this on her BUT…does she KNOW how much we suffer in her absence????
Happy Birthday Sheri!,
I hope the critters haven’t eaten you in some kind of weird sacrifice to Doug Giles.
Gee, it seems kinda… odd to go from “Happy Birfday, s.z.!!1!” to “Get well soon, s.z.!!1!!”, but…
GET WELL SOON, S.Z.!!1!!11!!
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happy birthday!
i love you!
It’s not like they’re asking for a home address and a REAL NAME, for fuck’s sake. Just do it.