I had thought that this whole flap with Lobo would have blown over by now.
Being romantically linked to a pirate, I thought he would have walked the plank, or had his timbers shivered, or in some other way been thrown off my scent by now.
But no. Having tasted blood, specifically my blood, the wily web wolf refuses to relent.
He has blamed me for his ruined breakfast.
He has designed killer robots at me.
He has compared my bold and quite public persona to a collection of highly secretive cryptozoological characters.
Clearly he is a madman and he must be stopped. Or at the very least diverted, which is why I am inserting this conveniently placed link to the Smiling Infidel.
Because only someone foolish enough to hate on Huey Lewis would allow themselves to become embroiled in this fiasco.
Happy Monday
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Maybe he’ll be distracted by the stragglers from the herd over at humor-blogs.com
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If I insult you in a humorously droll way can I get three days of full page referrals too?
Don’t worry, that robot doesn’t look anything like the ones I’ve seen in real life. It might actually be fake.
Or, maybe that’s what he wants you to think.
Nessie… she told me that she didnt let people ride her…
I haven’t the slightest idea what any of this is about but I like the gratuitous link to me thrown into the middle of it!
I can’t wait to tell all my friends that I was prominently featured on The O.C. and that it really was more fun than a mayonnaise enema or hooking up with Adam Brody .
I know I have an idea, somewhere in the back of my extremely tired mind, that would bring an end to all of this, but due to several insomnia laden nights I’m far too tired to bring forth a valid solution. (I think Lobo caused this) Therefore, Brent, I believe it is time to fire up the trebuchet and launch our tormentor deep into Idaho. (Why? You ask? Because that place is really boring.)
Hey, where is Debbie? She hasn’t been around….
Thankfully, I have escaped the wormhole of the Bermuda Triangle just in time to explore this mystery:
Are you and Lobo writing the plots of your secret novels,
“The Chronicles of Comma Colons” by CS Lobo
and
“The Punctuating Pirates of the Caribbean” by Brent Lewis??
That robot is terrifying by-the-way
At this time of international upheaval, it’s important to maintain cordial relationship here on the virtual world of blogging. As the news reaching us for our neighbor to the South hint at a possible renewal of amiability in the Western continent, is it not the time to mend the fences between us, too?
Ominous Comma, LOBO, join me in song:
Hand in Hand we stand
All across the land
We can make this world
A better place in which to live
Hand in Hand we can
Start to understand
Breaking down the walls
That come between us for all time
Arirang
What in hades is Arirang?
Lynn says, “I like punctuation! I like commas, quotation marks, and exclamation points!”
Take that you friend of a robot fiend!
Lynn — what about the semicolon? Everyone always neglects the semicolon.
Brent — You should remember Lobo is an acronym for:
Limp Oddity, Bringer of Obscurity.
Good luck!
Huh? What’s this about Idaho being boring?
Sorry I’m late, keep dropping in and out of hibernation.
Chris, Idaho is a land of majestic beauty. It a place where peol;’llf;fl;lf’;”””””’ sorry, just drifted off there for a second.
Anyway, I’ll get back to this later. I need a nap.
I am not too sure I want to know why you were riding Nessie…
How insulting.
My lawyers will be linking you soon.
How do we know this is really you and not a plant by the robot forces.
As a robot plant you would be in perfect position to spread disinformation, discontent, and cybernetic pollen.
I’m watching you.
Once your lawyers get a look at my net worth, that threat will be moot.
I’ve always taken the threat of moot very seriously.
And I’ve given it back with utmost respect.
Looks like she was just trying to let you down easy.
I was wondering that myself. Perhaps she is on urgent mystery-making business in the Bermuda Triangle.
Don might see that as a violation of the strict Separation of Powers treaty. The one that all humor bloggers have to sign to get their magic funny dust.
You see, humor is a serious business. I could be de-dusted just for laughing at such a suggestion.
Is that your not-so polite way of telling me I am not funny? Sure… go ahead and pick on the sleepless guy. (could I have some magic funny dust?)
This is about your willingness to devote yourself to lost causes, or in this case tossed clauses.
Just be sure to back a winner this time. Cough, cough. Huey. Perhaps I can pull some strings and get you in Land of Women Two: State of Emotion.
Not at all. Just that there are powers that even we rouge agents must obey.
Sure you can have some magic dust, I think Lobo found a whole dust civilization under his bed
Sweet! Please tell me it induces sleep when first applied. If not, please pass the ball peen hammer………. and some cheesecake!
Sorry double D, but we were actually talking about another Debbie. She’s the neurotic one with the weird jello phobia.
But I would love to read those volumes.
And their inevitable screenplays.
Actually, that is just a zoomed out picture of Brent’s toaster after his failed casting call on Mystery Science Theater (something) thousand.(too freaking tired) You can still see the post-it note on the front stamped rejected.
Debbie,
You are making my squirrel cry. Please come back.
Get some coffee, Don.
They do have Starbucks out there don’t they?
Oh sure… make fun of the defenseless insomniac. But I think that it only proves that I’m right. Idaho is so boring that it can induce sleepiness.
I pay close attention to my semi-colon, it’s right where I left it at the end of my quasi-intestines.
I am concerned about this “Bringer of Obscurity” thing. How obscure? Are we talking negative stats? People traveling back in time to prevent themselves form reading this blog?
Are Bill and Ted somehow involved?
Because everyone knows that robots are intimidated by punctuation.
As long is it correctly used. Text message grammar will get you killed without a second thought.
Or even a first one.
It’s not that they are evil, killer robots are just wired that way.
I’ll sing along just as soon I am awarded my gold medal.
And Lobo receives his Aluminum Pull Tab of “Nice Try, Slacker.”
Play hard or go home I always say.
Of course, I usually say it from home.
I thought that was his monstrous metallic tongue issuing the na-na-boo-boo of Certain Death.
Synchronized swimming. hello!
I thought it was na-na-na-na-boo-boo.
Just so long as Captain Kirk stays out of it!
Or at least some kind of an excuse for a coffee shop serving soupy looking coffee?
Who was your partner, Godzilla? I could see the likeness. You two would sychronize well I think.
Did it just get colder in here?
Cup O Noodle R Us & Co.
I don’t think he get out of his captain’s chair much these days.
Unless of course he gets beamed out.
Well, you weren’t riding Nessie in the kiddie pool.