Katie Goodman — I Didn’t Fuck It Up.
What’s on your mind?
Good evening, Suzanne and Pups.
hey ppd — how was your day?
hey dearie — how’s the south central coast?
And lo, she started a fuck thread – dawg bless her….
A bit of a repeat of June Gloom but had a nice visit with my dad. Nice day. What’s new with the jujube?
*batting innocent looking eyelashes* i didn’t start a fuck thread
i started an i wanna be an unfucker thread
hey kelly — how’s denver tonight?
same up here — picked up almost 1/3rd of an inch so far
i’m going to see jujube next tuesday *snoopy happy dance*
Clever vixen! Have I told ya lately I lurves you? :)
good thanks, how’s everything up north tonight, Suzzz?
lurves ya back dood
stormy here — windy (in the teens) and i’m back to wearing fleece and warm slippers
that sunshine sure was nice while it lasted
no complaints other than the weather so it would do no good to complain
Lurvs me some Kelly N Suzie Q LLN Queen.
Lurvs Me Some Warren, Too, You 2.
Can’t stay, best to both of yas . . . from our hearts to ya both n to yers . . . some day, we might be all together . . .
Ya Never KNow.
Smooches to ya two . . . n I mean it. *G*
glenn beck is batshit crazy
hey larue — dood, you know i loves warren.. thanks *smooches*
and g’nite larue
No complainin’ cuz it doesn’t do any good???
That means only one thing …. You’re no rethuglican!
¥eah we know that. ;-)
One last one for you n Kelly . . .
Only If Ya Feel. ;-)
naw, just means that its just me, myself, and i, and i learned a long time ago (contrary to what bailey cat thinks) that i have no control over the weather
Evening Suz an all. Ya know i have fucked some stuff up. Never have i fucked some stuff down. If we could fuck stuff down why we would all be fucking away crazy.
how do you feel
Lurving on ya too and a friend I never met named “Bernie.”
I had this amazing dream I been meaning to tell ya about where she was just, well, an Angel. Luminous, Diaphanous, Sheer…Talking to me about my Dad.
Too much here. I’ll send you an email.
hey homeroid — i’ve never fucked stuff up this fucking crazy dood — how’s homer tonight?
Love this town Suz, already missin Mz. Wheeler N Bmaz . . . but unnertstand the new folks . . . Kevin n Jeff are good, they proved their bonifides.
Ok, gotta go . . . it’s a new dawn tomorrow people . . ;-)
Whether we feel or not, so far, sun’s gonna come up.
N dang but I love a wah wah with my sunrise, when Jorma feels like it.
I did not fuck it up. Really. As the song goes, “say it wasn’t you”. So alright, I did not fuck it up.
Did anyone here fuck it up? Really? No one?
And I am certain I can not un-fuck it up. When you reach this level of FUBAR, you call it a day, you go home, you pull out your best bottle of … personal choice of course – some like the whiskey, some like the wine, red or white or whatever, and some like the beer. Heck, some just drink straight liquer. Moonshine anyone? Sure you go blind, but at this point does it matter?
So once again, I did not fuck this up.
Maybe, and this is a big maybe, one of you fucked it up.
And of course, it was always “them” who fucked it up. But their fucking it up for US for out really well for them. So why would they un-fuck it up?
Sorry about the long ramble. How often can you say fuck in a comment … I thought I would take advantage.
Aloha, Suz and LLN pups…! ;-)
hey tambershall — how ya doing tonight? i don’t think there is a fucking limit on how fucking many times ya say fuck in a fucking comment and i don’t fucking think there ever will be a fucking limit — at least here at late late nite :)
aloha tut — how’s fucking paradise tonight?
You beat me. Less words, and you still out-word-fucked me.
Ya, I know, I totally made that shite up.
Maybe, and this is a big maybe, one of you fucked it up.
Would you tolerate the same on you? You know, YOU, tambershall FUCKED IT UP?
Hell no. People here have been trying to keep it right.
Fucking great…! The mom-to-be had an outstanding checkup, the baby has started to drop and the positioning is ideal, with a strong heartbeat…! ;-)
You are my hero . . . *G*
N I hope ya know that . . .
When we disagree . . .
Yer my hero.
let’s tawk. It’s just time.
Fuck, now I’m up and the Merlot is still half full . . . .
YOU people (Suz n Kelly) n yer danged musics . . .
Ok. I;m UP!
nothing but fucking rain here on the oregon coast — how about where you are?
Gawd, it is fuckin’ hot in New Orleans. Glasses fog up everytime I go outside.
sweet.. she’s got what, a month left?
happy un-g’thud larue — what other tunes ya got up your sleeve tonight?
Dude chill. Take a chill pill dog.
Everyone knows, it was YOU who fucked it up.
Please see the video. Katie Goodman specifically says Kelly Canfield Denver fucked it up. And fucked it up good. So good it can never be un-fucked again. Frankly you have impressed me with your abilities.
You fucked it up.
I did not fuck it up.
You fucked it up.
And honestly, I don’t want to un-fuck it up.
hey senator — just how hot is fucking hot? is it fucking hot *with* fucking high humidity or just fucking hot?
fucking high fucking fucking humidity with fucking high fucking fucking heat. fuck.
late late night is where we leave the disagreements of the day behind us and concentrate on the things we have in comment
Right about there, she’ll probably be early and give birth before my b-day…!
Well ain’t that a kicker.
A person from Oregon of all places to put of a post of this caliber and excellence. And of course I can have an excuse to keep saying fuck, or the appropriate fuck verbiage – bravo, and I think I love you.
Mary’s in New Orleans, and haven’t been down there for a while. You up for a trip?
Laughing my fucking ass off.
babies tend to start to drop a few weeks before delivery…. now getting an obgyn to define a few as two or three is a whole nother matter
Now that I’m up A BIT, you’d be amazed how prescient she is, how I have had to believe in some of what she holds onto that’s FORCED me to change a tad to be with her.
Yes, you n her would be ok.
She’s like that . . . it’s uncanny.
She’d still kill us both at gin rummy . . . . lol
She knows good folks long before I do . . . n I thot I was good at this. She’s just weird like that . . . . kills me . . . n I’m always right. ;-)
Ok back to you Chet . . . . great all star game tonite btw.
I am fucking leaving tomorrah.
Well, I can’t un-fuck it up.
And I realy din’t fuck it up. In fact I think YOU fucked it up.
Kelly knows I’m just kidding.
If anyone fucked it up, it was probably me. But I’m still saying it wasn’t me.
Hey you, I didn’t fuck it up, although I’d like to fuck up some of THEM!
Till then, further notice.
I agree, you fucked it up but with Kelly’s help.
Yer fucking keepin me fuckin up YOU people.
ok, wasn’t sure
never fucking minding
My name is Ron, and I fucked it up with style.
(off to the side)
Geesh. Don’t tell them.
Of course I fucked it up But I’m not going to admit it.
And no way I can un-fuck it up.
I don’t even know what it is anymore.
(back for everyone to hear)
oh boy, well we’ve now figured out it was not Kelly. And it isn’t me. Maybe it was Mary in New Orleans. Mighty suspicious with those foggy glasses. Sound like guilt to me.
Let’s get her …………………..
So, on the pudding thing from a couple nights back, I got a tart.
Making from scratch, putting blueberries on top for that tart effect.
Belch says “melt orange marmalade, squish teh berries around in it.”
I was just going to make simple syrup with teh blueberries.
WHO IS RIGHT?!?!?! Our marriage depends on it!!!
hey rond — i heard you fucked it up on a big fucking bike
how ya doing tonight?
What? You need your fucking beauty sleep or something?
I have no solutions . . .
Keep yer lenses clean as ya can . .
It’s in the mid 70′s day time here as I’m sure ya well know.
belch — the citrus will give it a nice zing
I’m all fucked somehow.
with style Ron?
then you need to talk to Kelly.
(runs away from Kelly as fast Fucking possible)
You all know it’s un-fucking believable. This could be the start of the unfucking party. We could say the unfornicationist party. Look forward to UNFUBAR. Damn cant think of a song to go with the thought.
Did he call you?
I fucking saw my best friend evah in New Orleans today and we both got fat! fuck.
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No offense to mothers intended….
Ron, could ya be a bit more fuckin explicit about what it is ya fucked up?
I fuckin hate havin to read between the fuckin lines, thanks.
I hope I made myself fuckin clear.
Heh, I fuckin like stayin up late all of a sudden!
How the fuck y’all doin’ tonight?
I gather from all the fucks, no one is actually fuckin’. That there be a fuckin’ shame.
dood, ya can’t argue the facts. give it a shot
hey robert — how’s soPA tonight?
So, on the pudding thing from a couple nights back, I got a tart.
Please. Leave yer personal life outta it and just COOK the damned thing!
hey tuez — as my profile says, i’m just a consultant nowadays
how was your day?
Yes…yes I did. What a blast. I haven’t ridden anything like that since the last time I rode one of these, in ’83…and I was being careful. Absolutely exhilarating.
I concede. You can’t know how much this pains me.
Yer fuckin nutz, squish the damned shit, fuckin damit!
Sorry, Belch is got it, n yer marriage is NOT in the twoilette for this!
Why is it you make me laff so much . . .
Now Suz, you do realize a consultant is anyone 50 miles from home with a brief case?
What you fuckin’ doin’ 50 miles from home and what’s in the fuckin’ brief case?
I have to go to fucking bed where I won’t be fucking cause my hubby is in Sacramento but I will be infucking Sacramento tomorrow where I hope to get fucking lucky. Night!
tis good to take a refresher course when riding after a long time not. bikes nowadays are bigger and more powerful than they used to be…
I think I fucked up.
Senator, did you get my response to your email?
haha, LMAO. that party lasts about as long as this sentence.
sorry anything with unfornicating in it is not for me. nothing personal.
*self-satisfied fucking grin*
ya can always console yourself with even a broken clock is correct twice a day
Allus love yer feisty!
Heh, no surprise, if yer that fucked, yer lucky!
Duck waddling NOLA fat?
I am, a bit, insane as people might say.
But nobody lives with Belch but me. Lucky me!
got a shotgun full of blues.. does that count
Dude, I believe in tranquility through satisfaction with what I have and who I am…and I fucked up royally when I fucking introduced a fucking desire into the fucking equation.
“That there be a fuckin’ shame.”
That should be our fucking bumper sticker.
Hee! Really, that ain’t the half of it.
I SO wanna comment on this one . . .
Yes, I have been meaning to call but have been involved with the care and feeding of my elderly parents.
Now that there is some heavy fuckin’ shit
Mary Scores July 13th, 2011!
Look out/heads up on the #100 Suz.
Otherwise I Shall Inject The Dreaded Opera Youtube…
The more I fuckin’ think about it, the more I fuckin think I’m on to fuckin’ somethin’.
oh noz.. not the opera!!!
Heh, yeah, you n the fuckin blueberries!
I gotta go now . . . merlot is all gone, n that’s a good thang.
Love you pups, one and all . . . hug ‘en close.
Good vibrations going out to your parents, Mary.
may angels keep you warm at night, and may you dream of smiles and rainbows.
happy fucking lucky 100 larue!!!
oooo early neil… that’s some good stuff
Fuck I missed it by 2 fucks
Whoops, last reply.
You always rock Ron D . . . best to you and all yers.
N now I’m gone . . . unless I owe more salutations . . .
Ahh fuck it, I gotta go . . . no, REALLY!
I learned it by watching you …
Nah, it’s very simple. Tranquility comes from satisfaction, which comes from desiring nothing. So I limit my desires to very few things, and as a result, most of the time I’m a pretty tranquil dude.
Open another bottle of merlot
That’s what she said …
Dayam, I’m gonna fuckin bust out bawlin like a fuckin baby.
Deep shite man.
Sleep fuckin’ well, Larue!
aw shucks, thanks dood…. *blushing*
A fucin honor, ma’am!
I keep goin, but I get fuckin nowhere . . .
Fuckin figger . . .
How was your trip to see the shuttle? Too overcast here to see anything.
Listen to old school Neil.
That stuff so classic, it makes me cry. The happy kind.
I’m all looking in the fridge right now…
Ok. Gotta g’thud . .
Dang, great folks . . . *sniff*
Now Neil’s a fuckin old man, alot like I ammmmmm…..
It’s all good.
Sometimes, it’s good to chill.
Lay back, enjoy the taste and feel of life. It sure be nice sometimes, right?
I almost laughed a lung.
Going form Neil to that … niceeeeeeee.
any apple pie in there?
Neil might be old, but he fuckin’ rocks in concert.
g’thud to you and yours dood
tis what late late night is all about… kicking back and chilling
and saying fuck – a lot :)
Fuck that shite!
Neil can’t get old.
Neil’s like a fucking classic. And classics never get old.
And I haven’t even started playing “Cortex the Killer”.
Old fuck can rock better than anyone else out there, no matter the age.
Very nice. The cloud layer was low, so it was gone quick, but lift-off was clear. It went into the clouds right before throttle-up. Funny thing-I found a hotel room less than 10 miles from the Cape on Thurs. AM. Wound up not needing it-so Ms.D and I are going back next weekend.
now I’m hungry.
Fuckin second on that one.
I saw him in 99, Charlottesville.
Legen … wait for it .. dary!!!!
are you married?
would you like to be?
the first late late night post that i hosted was neil doing this song (but diff video)
Fuckin’ slacker, you only saw him fuckin’ once?
blame kelly — he made the fucking pie (and video)
Me and my guys
no and no… but thank you any way (and my ego thanks you also)
May I recommend a peanut butter/strawberry jelly/mayo sandwich fried in fuckin butter?
if yo saw him more than three times, which is how many times I have seen him, than I am pissed. and jealous.
ya’ll cover floyd abso-fucking-amazing dood
I’m trying to talk her into us doing the trip on the bike-but she’s not quite sure how she feels about all this two wheel stuff.
Thanks to that cloud layer we couldn’t see anything in Orlando. Bummer too.
However, there is a German restaurant in Titusville that has a pretty good breakfast buffet if you are interested in the name.
my dear, the pleasure was all mine.
i unbroke the broken margins
just give me the fucking butter.
after the bloody pie, I can’t wait. I’ll do the homer, and just start swallowing mayo in masse.
so ya start out with baby steps, driving her around the neighborhood and small (less than an hour) trips…. she’ll get comfy and be hugging your waist and whispering *go faster* in your ear before ya know it
I thought I was special. or something.
well in my head, I still do.
LOL! @ all the crazy!
Smooches, must go, lurves yer Late Nighters!
I can’t really fuckin’ remember, because, well…
But it’s been at least 3 times.
ooooo right up to the line *laughing*
and talking heads? everyone knows that their best is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTPqPZzH-LA
Here, they don’t have a huge spread but it’s nice.
well he’s still alive.
let’s see if I can beat you.
you lucky fucker.
no one can beat that. ever.
that girl got style.
she’s got a great fucking attitude and lotsa balls — twas her college class final – i love watching the face of the teacher in the corner
I see yours and …
i think it was rond who first shared that video
I’m too poor to buy tickets anymore and all our friends who used to get us free tix, well, they’ve moved on.
True tale. A friend of my husband was killed recently during rehearsals for the latest Cirque show.
well she has pinache. and boats load of it.
oh no, how tragic tuez
never seen that. or even heard about it.
Oh no, wait wait wait…
Can’t leave off a Pink Floyd divergence without a couple offerings..
Great Gig In The Sky
Us and Them
i hope she got an A
sorry to hear.
seems like at a certain age, we all start losing people.
of course I’m sure some young people can also say that.
may we find the peace in whatever life we live. and beyond.
During the Gasparilla night parade earlier this year, a float came down the street playing that, and I suddenly found myself trying to sign it. Had to laugh.
there are several other songs by them on utube…
crazy thing about those “types”.
they tend to be very specific and accurate.
don’t know sign language, but it seems like sh deserves an A.
hahaha i wudda been fighting that same urge – i get it every time i hear the song on the radio
I had no idea.
Have more respect for Bruce than I did before.
No idea he played with Neil.
that’s Fing unbelievable.
I can’t believe that.
where the heck is that place.
I want to visit.
the cleaned up lyrics for radio are ‘forget you’
cleaned up version
Ladies and germs,
it has been a blast, but I must bid you all farewell, till next time.
I truly hope I am at more of these, cause it was fun.
Thanks Suzanne for that video, and all the other that you and others posted.
May we all dream of a place where our dreams are reality,
and of the sunshine on our face as it clears the dawn,
for us, it welcomes, it comforts, and reminds,
we are not alone, no we are not.
It was kinda strange, as it happened while the stories were coming out about how the new Spiderman show on Broadway was having so many problems, mostly injuries and that Cirque was more in tune with their employees and safety issues. The NYT actually did a side by side critique of the two shows.
Suz,I think we are the only 2 left.
Geez, they have no fuckin’ manners. Just fuckin’ up and disappearin’.
or really fucking tired :) its only 1148 here on the left coast
Well, I’m still fuckin’ here. Suz knows I would never leave without saying goodnight, although I do unexpectedly drift off now and then.
Goodness, M’dear…! Rather harsh there…!
i’m glad that i’ve not woke up with keyboard face
a few more comments and someone will snag the fucking rare happy lucky 200
See, I fuckin’ woke you all up.
anyway, fading fast…Goodnight, all. The best of all possible tomorrows to you all.
Another great thread too…! ;-)
Let’s have a fuckin’ Seinfeld moment and hit 200.
Pleasant dreams, Ron…!
Done. I’m outta here
fuckity fuck fuck i fucking snagged the fucker
Shit I missed again.
guess its about time for me to turn back into a pumpkin. thanks for letting me hang out with ya tonight.
*heh* I tried to save your bacon, Suz…! ;-)
Aloha, ya’ll…! Sweet Dreams…! *g*
Love that song… how appropriate.
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