Eight years ago I got "You will be invited to a karaoke party", and it hasn't happened yet.

#21: He wasn't in a position to vote for or against it at the time--he wasn't in the Senate yet. But even at the time he said he would have voted against, which is at least something, I guess.

Nothing I can add except for more congratulations. And a big whooooo!

I enjoy the fact that the google street view link in Shannou's #16 leads directly to an intense closeup on a skull-and-crossbones a few doors down from the house in question.

And a big fat "Bwah!" to numbers 14, 24, and 28.

Let me be That Guy and point out the "Castor" typo: penultimate sentence, first paragraph.

BoingBoing is making millions?!? Wowzas!

Not very efficient (or, judging from past experience, likely to stay there long if this gets any kind of attention), but I've made it available here.

http://www.box.net/shared/dw8r92ts80

Bwah! "Extremist ministers stolen at gunpoint."

Oh my god, how much do I secretly want the one in the middle?

This reminds me of the fake history lessons on the bus in Francine Prose's awesome 1984-in-high-school After. Spooky.

I could watch the amusement park video for Françoise Hardy's "Tous les garçons et les filles" for hours and hours.

Her friends are having a lot more fun than she is.

It feels weird for me to be saying this about a country other than my own US of A, but guys: Germany is not the world. Things that are common knowledge there are not common knowledge everywhere.

As long as I'm talking about things that feel weird, it always feels weird to me when people comment on blurgs and say "And you're surprised why?" Who said anyone was surprised? Does everything have to be surprising to be worth mentioning? I guess we should keep our mouths shut about war and atrocities and torture and America's quick slide into fascism, because all that has ceased to be surprising.

Too bad there has never, ever, ever been a dreamy dude in any episode of any series of Star Trek, ever.

I'm flabbergasted by the absence of Nichelle Nicholls.

I'm a big fan of Dance Me Pregnant. The name, that is. And DD/MM/YYYY is pretty hilarious.

Ah. OK. I'm just always interested in alternatives to the megacorps, and electronics is one area where they (alternatives, that is) seem to be few and far between.

M, this question is quite likely dumb, but where do you buy electronics?

I like that it's a pretend watermelon.

Too bad I'm poor. I'm intensely, intensely jealous of everyone who's already read this.

Alli #7: In 1966, Toni Basil came out with a song called "I'm 28," which is a hilariously, wonderfully melodramatic song about being terrified of getting "old." But that song was nothing but a lie, because in 1966 she was 23. She was born in 1943.

Knowing this, if you watch the "Mickey" video again, you'll realize that she's totally the world's oldest cheerleader.

Jack Nitzsche is a dreamy dreamboat.

Allow me to be the first to obsessively point out the typo in the title of this post, unless someone beats me to it.

There's probably drugs in them!!!

RealCatholicMen #3: Instead of paying $9 and keeping the book, we could pay $2 and rent it. Go to BookFlix or whatever, pay $2 for a new book and they overwrite your old book with the new book...

...or you could go to the library and "rent" a book for free. I think I'll continue to do that rather than start paying for it.

Clearly the experiments at Montauk started a lot earlier than anyone expected.

Instant steampunk!

w00ty w00t w00t w00t for Anne Elizabeth Moore! She's cool.

Holy beautiful, Batman!

I know it's a typo, and that I'm an ass for pointing it out, but "she and he assistants" made me laugh. Like his and hers towels or something.

Interesting project.

Teresa, the first four comments on my page bounce back and forth between August and October and continue in no pattern that I see.

And sheesh, how did I not notice that the VERY FIRST COMMENT on this thread was the same question I had? Sorry, Sae!

Landowner, as I recall his favorite book was Battlefield Earth, not Dianetics. Your point still stands, though, and gets "He likes intensely bad fiction" added to it.

Dis is all pretty nifty-looking!

One question, and this might just be me being a dunce, here: is there any sense to the order in which our posts are listed on our profile pages?

I am, in fact, wearing blog-goggles

Bloggles?

Grumble grumble bought the season sets grumble grumble I want the pilot grumble grumble so very angry.

Reminds me of the dude who crashed his car into a tree and explained that, no, he didn't crash it; a unicorn was driving at the time.

Can't find the link, alas.

I imagine that would just be annoying to whoever opens the envelopes.

I immediately started anonytaunting. Gawd.

A couple times things ended up being inaccurate--some dunce didn't know what a table of contents was, so I said index and, lo and behold, so had they.

Sometimes I think it's just me with the severe dental phobias. Unicorn. Chaser. Please.

I think the two look pretty damn beautiful together.

I used to be a punk banker! Or, ok, bank teller. And not really punk. But sometimes, when I was by myself at the drive-up, I would listen to the Sex Pistols!

Y'all are missing the most mysterious thing: what the hell kind of soup is that?!?

Great comic!

But sheesh, even some of the comments on the xkcd boards made me want to shriek.

I keep wanting to start a blog where I would report every time I see a cop car doing something ticketable, with as many details--plate number, specific location, exactly what they did--as possible. People could send in their own reports, it would be great. Except I keep forgetting to actually do it.

That copswritingcops.com site is awfully disturbing. What we need is competing teams of cops policing one another. Or something.

I was there yesterday, and I'm still going WHEEEEEEEEEE!!

There is nothing, nothing more horrible than sea life. Nothing. Fracking monsters.

God, that's charming.

He wasn't 1975 years old. He was 1975. Jaws came out during him, as did Patti Smith's Horses. During Hilly Kristal, Gerald Ford was the President of the United States.