( – promoted by buhdydharma )
Come one come all!
Everything’s free! or trade. or socialist community grab.
Bring all your shit! Purge your buckets and bookmarks! lol.
First things first: We’re gonna burn this Diary!! I mean ESSAY! Ive pre-set the self-destruct for an unrevealed time, so fire away until then. But only after the jump there. Please and thank you.
Psssst. It’s also a thinly disguised ruse for a trip down memory lane and some possible
roasting er rule breaking I mean tributes below the crease. shhhhh.
(Well, I mean, since The Boss has already promised to pre-emptively banished* me… so what the hell. lol) *that would be a posthumous ban…. in the future… making the “blogging the future” site tagline all the more verifiable, you see.
Who’s got ponies?!?!!
There shall be music. And dancing.
Rejoice, rejoice, let the morphing begin.
Take the leap.
Remember this movie scene? I thought of this last night…after reading the “Why?” post from teh buhdness. Makes perfect sense to me really. Yup.
John Dunbar: [to his army captors who are interrogating him, in Lakota]
My name is Dances with Wolves. I will not talk to you anymore. You are not worth talking to.
I’ll have to go scouting for some more of my favorite quotes for general use.
Oh. This one works for lots of things.
Whatever you do, or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius and power and magic in it.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And of course, you can hardly go wrong with Hunter S. Thompson. Just in general.
“Call on God, but row away from the rocks.”
What? What was that you said?
Pics. Who wants some of these pics of mine? They are already organized into neat little folders and everything! lol. Gobs and gobs. 65 in my TipPics folder/album alone. lol.
Rusty1776, I have some special ones set aside for you and your movies.
Have I mentioned before that I am an incorrigible packrat? I am.
Anyone is welcome to go rummage around in my photobucket folders and take whatever you want. ONE WARNING: just keep your paws out of my medicine cabinet, m’kay? I have a feeling I’m gonna need to reboot that one real soon.
Okay then, in recognition of Dharma Bums who’ve come and gone… I offer this:
Okay… now, here’s something.
Buhdydharma, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but… this comment seals the deal for ya, buddy. NOTE: the poster is not addressing YOU!
* [new] I feel sorry for you. Look in the mirror. You (1+ / 0-)
are the most arrogant bully I have ever seen in this blog. I have promoted you to number one now. Congratulations.
by [REDACTED] on Wed Nov 17, 2010 at 09:43:35 PM CST
B’wah ha ha ha… another torch passed along. Well, it’s kinda sad hunh? And that’s in a GOS diary that now has 1912 comments in it and NOT ONE of ’em is by buhdy or kitty. I’m so proud of the many fierce kossacks who will carry on and continue the battles over there.
… sigh … need this? going cheap.
Let’s see… what else have I got stashed away in here? Hmmmm.
Ah! A HAH!!
My all time favorite. Witnessed in real time, this entire thread was pee your pants hilarious. Hoo boy. Those were the days, eh?
Please hiderate this comment (3+ / 1-)
YOU ACCUSE ME OF PLAGIARISM, after being suckered in by a blatant lie.
And then accuse ME of drama.
xxx, you have the intelligence and self awareness of an overripe zucchini.
See? I told ya I’go breakin da rulz here. Well, not really. That one was just too good to pass up. But I can nuke that bookmark folder now, right? lol
Back at the ranch here, I think this might be my most favorite post of buhdy’s ever. Hard to choose, I know. That was the moment I knew I’d found a kindred spirit fer shure. Well, not that moment (it was published in 2007, before my time) but whatever zen.moment it was that I actually read it. Too good to not quote from it:
I like the 10% who are weird. The rebels, the free thinkers, the odd, the strange the unconventional, the ones who are ‘off’ a bit.
And I particularly like the 1%…..the mutants.
Though still, being somewhat of a recluse or a hermit or loner…..I like the 1% in theory, not necessarily in my living room.
These are the folks that in spite of all the odds, in spite of all the resistance, in spite of all the strange looks they get walking down the street, in spite of all the shunning and ostracizing and rebukes and cries to straighten up and fly right….don’t. Who instead stick to their guns and have the courage and faith in themselves and their convictions that force/allow them to live outside of ‘normality.’
The freaks and mutants who are ALWAYS the folks who come up with the ideas that change the world.
Oh man. Buhdydharma, I love you, Ill miss you… blessings and…
…thanks for all the fish.
Okay. Now. Who brought the rum?