phil ringnalda

While I’m almost never a sucker for a good meme, I was so amazed to see that I actually posted in all twelve months this year that I started looking at what I might pick, if I were so inclined. Then I quickly ran up against my inability to shut up: even when there was nothing but Shorts, I still had trouble finding sentences short enough to copy and paste. (I’ve been keeping Kayode‘s del.icio.us link to me around in my aggregator as a reminder that I should learn to cut back:

The short version, since I do seem to go on: Bloglines doesn’t properly remove JavaScript from on {event} attributes, only from <script> elements, so any post you view is capable of stealing your login cookie, including your email address, and doing anyth

Ouch.) So, instead, my year in comments, where you try to teach me brevity with little sign of success:

January:

Dreams are there to tell us that you horribly failed to remain sane.

February:

Don’t give up; I look forward to the day when someone brings up one of these permathreads and you just respond by lifting one finger.

March:

Do you think it’s because I have bigger tits than you?

April:

Phil, you’ve probably expended more energy in this blog post than it would take to write a Pace.

May:

Should have been obvious, but then I’m hung over.

June:

Is this thread a parody discussion?

July:

Statistically speaking, we’re doing worse than Rosencrantz and Guildenstern did in “Hamlet” — and they got hanged at the end of the play.

August:

Phil, you’re an idiot.

September:

same old phil. :)

October:

Something looks seriously different around here!

November

Oh well, if you’re gonna be evil like that…

December:

I’ll bring the beer, you bring the road and the truck.