The time has come my friends to speak of many things. But let's let Bill do the talking...
Because his blog is up and running!
Follow the link here and add it to your blogroll. And join me in welcoming this man of mystery to the internet world of blogging. He's no longer a mystery man, now he is ... Bill R. Well, okay so he's still a mystery. And thanks Bill for making me slap my forehead and think, "Why didn't I just do that? Use my real name and surname initial." Geez, I could've been going by Engelbert this whole time. Oops, I said too much. Anyway, sing along with the clip below as a part of the welcoming party (just change the pronoun "her" to "him" and it's all good). Welcome aboard Bill. I'm glad to have gotten to know you over this past year and I'm happy to call you my friend.
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Freakin' brilliant, Jonathan! HAHA... I'm guessing Marilyn is the woman in the pearls, correct?
Welcome Bill! I can't wait to head on over to your blog right now.
Geez, Jonathan ... where do you get those clips? Fabulous.
I wonder if Bill gets the dark, unsavory implications of being "one of us?"
Fox - I'm the guy on the table walking around with the big novelty over-sized drink.
Rick - Some people are dungeon masters, I'm the clip master.
I think Bill is well aware of the implications. After a year of blogging he'll be a half-man, half-chicken, clucking cluelessly in a basement of forgotten dreams.
One of us, one of us, one of us...
That is, quite honestly, the finest welcome I could have hoped for. Thanks, everybody!
Glad you liked it. Gooble gobble Bill, gooble gobble.
One of us. One of us.
Of course I'm the pearl-bedecked woman. Jonathan advertised for starlets, didn't he?
That's true and Marilyn defines glamorous, along with Rick Olson of course.
I'm glamorous. He's ingenue
And I'm Enjoli which gives me the ability to both bring home the bacon AND fry it up a pan.
One of us. one of us. one of us.
One.Of.Us.
I'm going to crawl after all of you through the rain and mud with a knife in my teeth...and love in my heart.
I just read the last four comments back-to-back-to-back-to-back and they ran together likes some genius stream-of-consciousness verse.
We (y'all) are so unappreciated in the art world.
One day we'll be discovered and do a travelling poetry slam roadshow.
Hey, just come to Chicago, and we'll go to the birthplace of the poetry slam - The Green Mill - and rock Marc Smith's world.
I'm there. Let me just get the gang on board and we'll show up at your doorstep, hungry and demanding.
Can you imagine all of us at the table - like in Freaks - pounding silverware on the table asking Marilyn to feed us??
Oddly enough, I have no trouble at all imagining that. None.
Oddly enough, neither do I.
Looks like I know where I'm going for dinner tonight.
You can come over, but you'll have to spend the time after 8 p.m. with the hubby watching exploitation movies. My friend and I have a standing date to watch "Project Runway" on Wednesday, and no one may interfere.
We're having green curry chicken.
Exploitation movies?!?!? Could you entice me more?
You, the hubby, and the friend's hubby would get along famously. One of their favorites is Daughters of Dracula.
"My friend" = Bill?
Jonathan, be sure not to where any Cubs gear.
A wise suggestion, my little red fox.
btw, Marilyn, I commented on your Viridiana post that was on your front page this morning, but then I realized that it was some error b/c it was from last year.
Maybe it was divine intervention that made it show up when it did! Anyway, it was a great post about a movie I'm kind of obsessed with.
Marilyn, when I come over, I'll bring a list of foods I like and don't like. For your convenience.
Fox - I reposted it on my Movable Type site. When people don't have the Name/URL option on their comments page in Blogger, I have to use my Blogger log-in, which takes people to my old Blogger site. Fortunately, I get e-mail notice of new comments.
I liked your comment quite a bit. Bunuel is my favorite director of the small. Kubrick, director of the big.
Duly noted, Bill. Hey, you're not that guy I dated who wouldn't eat anything with mayonnaise in it, are you? He was a real weirdo.
Holy wow! Hey Bill... I just had an idea. You should LIVE BLOG the night at Marilyn's!
It would make for a great second post, and it would get you massive return visits!
Oh, no, I like mayonnaise. So maybe I was that guy you used to date who liked mayonnaise...
We're talking sandwiches here, right? Not, like, a whole roasted turkey with a jar of mayonnaise dumped on top. Because I wouldn't eat that.
Hey, you know what's good? That new olive oil mayo they have. Give it a try, why don't you?
Actually, we should Webcast it. I've got a little hook-to-the-screen camera. The hubby uses it to broadcast his "Antiques Web Show."
Bill, whew, I was having flashbacks to obsessing about recipes without mayo. It was a .... bad... time.
I'm hungry.
Me too. I'd kill for a Cheeseburger Big Bite(TM) right about now.
Mayonnaise gives me the positive horrors. Bring on the mustard.
I've forgotten why we're here.
I've forgotten why we're here.
Some guy who likes mayonnaise got a blog. I think.
But Arbogast, mustard and mayonnaise provide two completely different flavor experiences! Favoring one over the other is like saying, "I positively abhor waterparks! Bring on sleep!"
You see what I'm getting at?
Also, we're here to decide whose driving us all to Marilyn's house.
I'm conveniently located just off the I-94 expressway, which, this being summer in Chicago, is under construction.
Can we get there using Lower Wacker Drive? I've wanted to drive on that ever since The Blues Brothers.
Mayonaise has its place; I just used up all of mine in the 70s.
I've got some extra if you want it.
I don't remember the Blues Brothers on Lower Wacker. You could go that way. I could give you directions. It's kinda cool as long as you don't drive into a pillar.
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