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I wasn't doing anything. Do I have to start now?

Cripes. Around here it's always DO this, DO that, AS YOU WERE this. If it weren't for the poo, I just don't know what I'd do.

I went to this.

Fun was had by all. We met the sarge.

I have a copy of 2.661 if you need it. Let me know.

Hey eyeball, if that's the zip file, I could use one.

Just saw the words "Dong Resin" in the latest New Yorker. Too cool.

post?

I won't get into the Post until the Jennifer Love Hewitt pictures get out.

Ummmm...exactly WHERE in the New Yorker?

HOLY SHIT! Page 30 in the "Talk of the Town" Section.

I am grisly green with envy.

Here's the link!

Wow, cool, Dong! You're mentioned in the middle of a run-on sentence of fifteen bloggers! Slow down there, Mr. Hollywood Walk 'o' Fame!

Not that I'm jealous or anything.

Dude, there are no run-on sentences in The New Yorker.

Haters.

Hate all you like, it's real hard to hold a grudge while nestled betwixt two Love Hewitt breasts, as I am currently.

So then you can answer the question eternal, dong...does red or white wine go better with silicone? I'm dying to find out.

Weren't we all already freaking out about this last week, or was that somewhere else?

also: DONG_RESIN IS SOOOOO OVER. You heard it here first second!

hmmm. so strikeout doesn't work in comments anymore.

'cause it's ONE-TWO-THREE-STRIKES-YER-OUT at the old snark game!

dong resin is the new Street Hawk.

Or possibly Manimal.

Dude, you should be aiming higher. Like maybe "Last American Hero" or even "Sledgehammer."

Actually, nobody's Sledgehammer cool. Not even Sledgehammer.

Is it Love on the left and Hewitt on the right, Dong, or have i got it wrong?

They're both very well made.

dong resin is the new tinky winky.

Actually, Lupo, dong was the OLD Tinky-Winky, too.

And Lupo, did you need us free-loaders to pony up for this new host thingie?

Sorry, ebk, I'm a week-on, week-off.

Tiz: Nope. I'm paying for so many sites, this one's pretty much free. Thanks, though.

Are you sure you don't want us to pay for one of the other sites, then?

Awwwwww, thanks, Mr. Poulos. You're mighty generous.

And by the way, my putt-putt score is about 72 also.

Oh, you meant real golf. Nevermind!

Lupo is made of real gold. I have touched the hem of his garment and I'm here to tell you, it changed my damn life.

um...that wasn't my garment....

I have touched the hem of his garment....

Big deal. I did the same thing and took an upskirt photo that's been sold to stileproject.

I thought it was sort of fleshy.

Yeah? Well, woooHOOO Uncle Kafkaesque.

Pictures?

Congrats to Kaf (and to Crystal Palace)!

Ah, you know, she's baby shaped. You get the idea.

But having both a niece and a nephew means one thing: BABY RACES!

Will there be betting? You know there needs to be betting.

But having both a niece and a nephew means one thing: BABY RACES!

I recommend TODDLERBALL! Hold the child under the arms and swing between your legs at a large inflatable ball. Proceed according to the rules of association football, with as many a-side as can be found adults willing and children swingable. This provides for an exciting game, an excellent workout for you and a fun carnival ride for the little uns. Also instead of growing up with futile dreams of becoming the next Freddy Adu, they will knuckle down to the life of a trapeze artist.

That explains everything. You mean Freddy Adu wasn't swung around by his uncles (or his ankles, or for that matter his carbuncles or his dill pickles or Don Rickles or brass knuckles, I can't stop) as a kid, and so he had to settle for this "teen soccer phenom" business, when instead, after a few sprightly rounds of toddlerball, he could have been the next Karl friggin' Wallenda?

Ah, fuggit, it worked out for the best. It's not like he's all that athletic or coordinated or whatever. I mean, really.

Anyway. Fes, perhaps an infant decathlon is in order. What else can you do with babies?

you can toss 'em!

You can also sometimes cajole them into wrestling over a cookie.

Okay, then. So we've got Rhythmic Gymnastics, the Living Room Dash, the Couchward Long Jump and Greco-Roman Cookie Wrestling.

What else? Synchronized swimming? Bathtub luge? Dingo hunting? (I hear babies are good at that.) Spitting for distance? Loudest cry?

There's a reason I don't have one of those things myself.

The main event:

Projectile Vomiting. For Form and Distance.

Mine has perfected the "Nipple Toss" which is fun for him, but I'm not thrilled with his choice of hobbies. Also intriguing is sport-fishing, where he hooks us by the lip just like marlin. Those nails have barbs, too.

He's also practicing operatic high notes, so it could really go either way: sports or the arts.

Mine has perfected the "Nipple Toss"

I hear that's a medal sport in the Gay Games.

No, that's the "Salad Toss".

I would like to think dong got a mention once I started commenting.

Cause it's all about me. Or related to me. Or involves me somehow. Maybe I'm there, in the back, off to the left, behind the guy who won't take his hat off. Possibly I was involved, but no longer am. It could be about me in that I noticed it. No matter what, it's about me.

Even if you think it clearly isn't.

Waitasec, though, didn't you knit that hat that the guy who won't take his hat off, won't take off?

No.

I crocheted it.

Which makes it hipper. A pink crochet deerstalker. I'll flood the world market with them.

No.

I crocheted it.

Which makes it hipper. A pink crochet deerstalker. I'll flood the world market with them.

*sigh*

I'll take three!

I'll take three!

I'll take three!

Any relation to Bishop Desmond?

You ever heard of this book, tiz?

Maybe it's a Canadian thing, though Mordecai Richler did okay in the States, didn't he?

(I remember a photo op with Richler and the Bishop sometime in the 80's, in Montreal maybe, where the book was given to him as a gift and everyone had a good laugh about it.)

I've never heard of it, chico - probably has less to do with it being Canadian than with the fact that I haven't been in the market for kids books in a while.

tizzie, that book is a book for all.

Except hooded fangs, of course. They might get a little offended.

Ah, but it has a surprise ending which is delightful to hooded fangs, even if they won't admit it.
If you havn't read it, I highly recomend it for any age -but ignore the sequels.

I actually was just like Jacob Two Two for awhile around age 8. I would say everything twice and everyone would tell me to stop it, and I'd say stop what? cause I couldn't hear myself do it. Eventually it went away.

This book, and that gangster Eddie Two-Times in Goodfellas are the only pop cultural mentions of this phenomenon

That's bunk. That's bunk.

Echolalia is pretty well-known. It's a kind of autism, right? http://www.medfriendly.com/echolalia.html

Actually...it looks like most define echolalia as repeating other people's speech, which I myself do sometimes, but in the voice of James Earl Jones.

There were more pop-culture references to repetition surely, like a series of McDonald's commercials which featured a guy saying "how you doing how you doing?" Let me tell you, it got more god damned hilarious every time. I remember a kind of annoying comedian who did a whole routine about speech repetition. Margaret Smith?

That's bunk. That's bunk.

I wasn't inspiring a conspiracy or anything. Those were just the only one's I've ever seen. And like you said, that was people repeating back what others said. I actually did a little net research on echolalia/echophenomena awhile back and that was about 90% of what I found.

I did meet two guys in college who did the same thing when they were kids though.

Figures that there had to be two of 'em. Get 'em in the same room and have a feedback loop!

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