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Posted by on 01/09 at 08:12 AM
  1. Oh my dog---the GNF--it finally came! And it is every bit as radiant and moving as I always knew it would be.

    captcha: white, as in “It was great fusing with you all in the shadow and glory of the _______ cloud.”

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  10:48 AM
  2. We are all GNF now!

    captcha:  “heard,” as in “I _______ a Global Nuclear Fireball when I died.”

    Posted by Crazy Little Thing  on  01/09  at  11:07 AM
  3. Well, that just cheered me up.  Waahoo!!

    capcha: “analysis,” as in, “my reaction to this post doesn’t bear much ________”

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  11:14 AM
  4. Perfect.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/09  at  11:42 AM
  5. It’s been a pleasure to fuse with all of you in the GNF.  Thanks to all, for all of it.

    captcha: “century” As in: it’s the end, the end of the ______

    With the drums way up front in the mix, for all the frenchmen out there.

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  11:45 AM
  6. First Invisible Adjunct, now you. I suppose we’re all going to end up this way, with a blog coda, a final point, and a closure of sorts.

    Or maybe not: I have verified proof that you actually read other blogs, and the captcha word below is “after.” Bwahahaha…

    Posted by Sherman Dorn  on  01/09  at  12:00 PM
  7. Wow, I didn’t expect the GNF to make me sad, but it did! 
    But a perfect sendoff nonetheless. 

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  12:06 PM
  8. Sob.
    There goes the best blog in the blogosphere.

    Posted by Hattie  on  01/09  at  12:35 PM
  9. Oh, I get it—the whole WAAGNFN thing was an elaborate set-up for a perfect final post.

    Thanks for all of your wonderful work on this blog.  I always found reading your posts and the comments very rewarding (and enjoyed participating on the few occasions when I did).  You built a great community, which I’ll miss.

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  12:42 PM
  10. I for one would like to welcome our new GNF overlords, and while the unbelievers toil in the new underground uranium mines that will feed its insatiable hunger for energy, we happy happy few in the WAAGNFP will bask in its divine glow, enjoying the warmth and leisure we always “expected.” The perfect CAPTCHA!

    Posted by John Protevi  on  01/09  at  12:45 PM
  11. Well at least that made sense! 

    I suppose we should be happy you didn’t use this or this.

    But are you sure you don’t want to follow this post with a blogger-ethics panel featuring Carl Sagan, Henry Kissinger, Robert McNamara, William F. Buckley and George Schultz?

    (Captcha is “rest” as in Rest in Peace, Oh Dangeral Blog!)

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  01:08 PM
  12. Who cares about the clouds when we’re together! Bring it On!

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  01:10 PM
  13. Hello!  Hello.  Hello?

    That’s odd… everyone seems to have gone.  And they’ve left a terrible mess of things.

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  01:19 PM
  14. And so it ends, with pretty fireworks, as promised.  Blogroaches, the sole survivors of the Giant Nuclear Fireball, now rule Le Blogue Bérubé.

    Posted by J—  on  01/09  at  01:53 PM
  15. I don’t know why, but the guy riding the rocket in Professor Berube’s video made me think of that other action man, Major Tom. I found this most wonderful video from the early 1980s, campy as all hell and aged like swiss cheese yet also still contemporary somehow. Enjoy!


    Posted by  on  01/09  at  02:06 PM
  16. are you sure? i mean are you really sure? it’s not too late. you could call your next post: ‘how i learned to stop worrying and love the blog.’

    Posted by random  on  01/09  at  02:21 PM
  17. Take care, Michael.  We’ll miss your fractured take on modern life.

    Posted by Heraclitus  on  01/09  at  02:36 PM
  18. And in the end,
    the love you take
    is equal to
    the love
    you make.

    (thanks for all them great words, M. Berube.)



    CAPCHA: “future”...as in, we will miss yinz in the future times.

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  02:43 PM
  19. Magnifique!

    Posted by Dr. Virago  on  01/09  at  03:35 PM
  20. Hmmm… is there some kind of a message there?

    Posted by the talking dog  on  01/09  at  04:17 PM
  21. Vera taught me to stop worrying and love the bomb.

    Posted by Centrally Certified Content Publisher  on  01/09  at  04:20 PM
  22. Just sing out a Te Diem
    When you see that ICBM
    And the party will be “come as you are.”

    From a city that houses one of the lonely western outposts of your university, thank you for fighting the good fight.

    Captcha: “followed,” as in “to the end.”

    Posted by Tube City  on  01/09  at  04:43 PM
  23. May the Force Be With You

    Posted by Kevin Hayden  on  01/09  at  05:43 PM
  24. Mein Fuhrer! I can blog!

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  06:15 PM
  25. Blogroaches, the sole survivors of the Giant Nuclear Fireball, now rule Le Blogue Bérubé.

    Ahem, ...

    This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.
    Good luck in all future endeavors.

    Captcha: similar, as in: “I cannot put my fine-motor-control actuator on it, but something about that video seems very familiar, even familial. Strange. You know how it feels when _______ heuristical algorithm sequences keep activating over and over again?”

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  06:18 PM
  26. Thanks, Michael.

    I came for the good writing, and stayed for the interesting fun in comments stirred up by all the marvelous folks who chose to hang with you here.

    Maybe we can all get together at Kirby Olsen’s blog sometime for a reunion.

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  06:22 PM
  27. Great video choice! I’ll have lots of time to catch up now on the archives as your many C-U fans from my era have just last year alerted me to your blog.

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  06:36 PM
  28. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HGKTIhiK1g “>The tubes are weeping</a>

    Posted by Kevin Hayden  on  01/09  at  07:02 PM
  29. So this is the way the blog ends, out with a bang, not a whimper.

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  07:03 PM
  30. http://www.youtube.com/v/1HGKTIhiK1g

    Posted by Kevin Hayden  on  01/09  at  07:05 PM
  31. Hey, Michael!  If we happen to be passing through State College can we come by and stare at your house as long as we stay outside the picket fence?

    Missing you already- JR

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  07:50 PM
  32. What about the mine-shafts?

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  08:46 PM
  33. Dangeral to the end. It’s the devoted blog-reader’s dilemma: anybody who thinks maintaining his or her blog is as important as maintaining his or her actual life, doesn’t have a blog worth reading. So long, and thanks for les histoires du fils, as well as the education about all kinds of things besides education, for making me laugh so often, for your clear, lively prose, for your tough but well-mannered argufying. This is the only blog I read where I also regularly read the comments, because there’s been much to be learned there as well, rather than the usual mere obscene spitting at holders of deviant views.  By being such a gracious host, you’ve evoked thoughtful, informed responses. I’ll miss the whole cast of characters. Best wishes to you, the elusive and mysterious Janet Lyon, your sons and your mom. Captcha: big, as in void in the blogosphere.

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  09:35 PM
  34. Well, now I have about a half hour a day freed up.  Thanks, MB!  And thanks, smart and funny (sometimes at the same time) commenters!  Long live the WAAGNFNP!

    Captcha:  summer, as in, “nuclear winter?  no, I’ll take the nuclear summer, please!”

    Posted by The Constructivist  on  01/09  at  09:40 PM
  35. captcha: heavy

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya  on  01/09  at  09:51 PM
  36. Yeah, too dark, right?  How about this humble suggestion?  No one hardly ever blogs at fafblog! anymore, right?  So why don’t Berube and Billmon and Invisible Adjunct and blac(k)ademic and all the other good reads gone take up identities there and post once in a blue moon?

    Heh, guess I’m still in denial.  Or is it bargaining?

    Posted by The Constructivist  on  01/09  at  10:02 PM
  37. EXCELENT!!!!

    captcha wish

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  11:47 PM
  38. But now he can make the movie he always dreamed of, A Boy and His Blog.

    Sorry, couldn’t help it.

    Thanks for some of the best-humored and most intelligent blogging in the whole, wide blogosphere! Best to you and yours!

    Posted by  on  01/09  at  11:49 PM
  39. Thanks for the writing, Dr. Bérubé. You have a talent for explaining complex ideas in an accessible, even entertaining way. I came for the politics and stayed for Multimedia Wednesdays, Liberal Thursdays, ABF Fridays, and the loopy, inscrutable WAAGNFNP Show Trials. (Theory Tuesdays, not so much.)

    (If charging people a fee would keep you blogging, I’d certainly join up. Ahem.)

    A bientôt, et merci pour tous les poissons.

    -- Andrew H.
    Portland, Oregon

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  02:46 AM
  40. Dam* - I’ve been reading you forever.  You do realise I’ll never ever ever crack open a theory text now?

    You may weep for the potential genius insights into our humanity that will be lost forever.

    OTOH why don’t you just get a life?

    You are?

    Well...that’s all right then.


    Posted by  on  01/10  at  03:46 AM
  41. Yo Constructivist! I just zipped by your joint. Your list of favorite movies overlaps with one of my current academic interests. Do you know about Mechademia?

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/10  at  09:10 AM
  42. I’ve also been zipping around the internets checking out the blogs of those who blog here. Kirby Olson is one *weird* duck! We *should* have a reunion at his blog one day--only the producers and ministers of the CCST could knock some sense into that guy!

    Anyhow, I finally realized last night that this blog went out with a BANG! Sorry...I am really slow, but I could not resist.

    Finally, let’s nominate Michael Berube for a Koufax Award, even though he, like Spunky, is now defunkt:


    Posted by  on  01/10  at  09:32 AM
  43. Perhaps we could form a WAAGNFNP guerilla blogforce, or maybe even go Kong into a gorillaforce. Every once in awhile we hold a WAAGNFNP invitational intervention on someone’s blog—but blogue’s, of course, would be exempt. To be a blogue one has to be certified by the WAAGNFNP Ministry of Justice.

    It’d be a blogospherical analogue to graffiti bombing.

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/10  at  10:35 AM
  44. Like, how many of you lived through the Table Talk diaspora? When Salon decided to go pay-to-post for their discussion area, Table Talk, lots of folks decided to leave. And lots of us left in groups, where the groups just re-formed elsewhere on the web.

    Geez, I feel like I’m channeling Mickey Rooney: “Hey gang, let’s form a band.” Not like I’m volunteering to organize, because I’ve got enough on my plate already.

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/10  at  10:42 AM
  45. Bill, I didn’t know about the journal--it’s bookmarked, thanks!  And thanks for being the first to comment on my insignificant microbe of a blog.  In case you don’t check my response there, my suggestion was that someone create an Adventures of Floating Head Professor blog to help us create a 21st C Tom Joad-like mythical figure out of this humble blog’s virtually absent presence.  The graffiti-bombing idea is the bomb, too, but we need a base of operations (maybe like the one you mentioned in the comment!)....

    Posted by The Constructivist  on  01/10  at  10:58 AM
  46. Foucault in #42: You want weird, check out Kirby Olson’s comment (it’s the first one) in response to this Althouse post.

    Posted by J—  on  01/10  at  11:48 AM
  47. Oh, I get it—the whole WAAGNFN thing was an elaborate set-up for a perfect final post.

    Actually, Azelie, I didn’t think of this finale ‘til last Saturday.  I’m just not that creative.

    But I still think that the Beatles were dropping hints that Paul was dead as far back as Please Please Me.  Just look at the photo on the cover!  Paul’s clearly out of step!  I think he’s barefoot, too.

    Posted by Pseudonymous guy who sounds like me  on  01/10  at  12:10 PM
  48. See, the GNF works in mysterivous ways.

    When the GNF knocks, will you answer the door?

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/10  at  12:22 PM
  49. bloguems9.png

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  12:27 PM
  50. First the West Wing goes, then Clamor Magazine, The OC...and now this.

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  12:36 PM
  51. You know, we could all just keep talking with each other here in this thread forever…

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  01:18 PM
  52. Well, we’ve got to keep this thread open at least until the Minister of Justice has a chance to make a formal statement. Still lots of WAAGNFNP business to attend to and wrap up - hopefully just temporarily, not forever-arily.

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/10  at  01:50 PM
  53. J- in #46:  For some reason, I went to Kirby Olson’s blog.  Here is the concluding paragraph of his post entitled “The Michael Berube Debacle:”

    The right and the left are like the clashing cliffs in the Jason and the Argonauts myth. Lutheran Surrealism is the dove that sails through those cliffs. The cliffs clash and attempt to smash the dove into dust. But we are more than dust. Like our souls, hope will survive and bring us to the Nude Jerusalem.

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  06:35 PM
  54. I can’t put on my finger on why, but that evocative description of the cliffs smashing into each other and trying to smash the dove reminds me of a video game I used to play. Frogger? Donkey Kong? Maybe it was Ladybug...smile

    Anyhow, it’s odd somehow that out of all the wonderful writers who converge here on a regular basis, Kirby Olson should be the one who makes me laugh and laugh almost as hard as when MB still wrote *this* blog.

    Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to nude Jerusalem we go… smile

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  07:08 PM
  55. Perhaps we could form a WAAGNFNP guerilla blogforce, or maybe even go Kong into a gorillaforce. Every once in awhile we hold a WAAGNFNP invitational intervention on someone’s blog—but blogue’s, of course, would be exempt. To be a blogue one has to be certified by the WAAGNFNP Ministry of Justice.

    Oh--and I LOVE this idea: we should totally do it. I would pay money to have a WAAGNFNP blogforce; just tell me where to send the check. If someone wants to open a blog of this nature, then I’d seriously kick in for the web hosting fees and graphic design and whatever else is involved in holding the internets together.

    Let’s hear what the Minister of Justice has to say about the future of the WAAGNFNP?

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  07:15 PM
  56. Now we must go forth and recruit, and here’s one possible approach:


    Posted by Romy B.  on  01/10  at  07:54 PM
  57. For some reason, I went to Kirby Olson’s blog.

    Because we cannot resist.  This stuff is very funny.  Also, somewhere in “The Poverty of Theory” E.P. Thompson reflects on how encounters with arguments, interpretations we find objectionable often help us clarify where we stand.  Olson says Bérubé is more authoritarian than Mao; we say no.  Kirby Olson says Lutheran Surrealism is the dove; we say no.  I guess this would make him a Louis Althusser to our E.P. Thompson.

    Posted by J—  on  01/10  at  09:06 PM
  58. Foucault writes: Every once in awhile we hold a WAAGNFNP invitational intervention on someone’s blog
    I am very interested in the notion of GNF guerilla blogging.  It would clearly be to our advantage to be the WAAGNFNP flash bloggers!  More on all that later, but keep up the ideas and more.  Oh and by the way, tell me again, who is this Kirby Olson???

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  09:39 PM
  59. Sorry spyder, I didn’t mean to confuse readers; this idea is actually Bill Benzon’s. I’m afraid I still have not learned how to italicize the remarks of those whom I wish to quote. Lessons in blogosphere bibliography would be useful here:

    “Every once in awhile we hold a WAAGNFNP invitational intervention on someone’s blog—but blogue’s, of course, would be exempt. To be a blogue one has to be certified by the WAAGNFNP Ministry of Justice.”

    I really like the idea of being invited to do interventions (or even *not* being invited but doing them anyway). Karen Finley used to pretend to have epileptic seizures in diners when she was a waitress (among other guerilla acts), so what is to prevent us from flashing ourselves? smile

    Kirby Olson is a Lutheran Surrealist:

    He has a persecution complex, hates Marxists, wants to save Michael Berube’s soul with a seatbelt, and seems *devoutly* religious (though perhaps there is some irony in his convictions; either that or he is wildly hilarious without realizing it). Today he is on about Darwin, which is not as entertaining as some of his past posts.

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  10:39 PM
  60. Oh crap: I just wanted to say that I honestly don’t find Finley’s pretend seizures very amusing. She performed these “guerilla acts” in what must have been the 1970s or early 1980s, before our culture became sensitive to people with disabilities. Finley’s other “Pranks” (as discussed on the youtube video above) seem a little more compelling (though still disturbing).

    Anyhow, I apologize if I seemed to condone performances that actually make light of other people’s life-threatening conditions.

    Posted by  on  01/10  at  10:43 PM
  61. Aloha Michael.

    I still say Kirby Olsen is the love child of Chris Clarke and P.Z. Myers and some cryptoLutheran Oankali/Ooloi missionary.

    “county” as in: What’s 40 feet long and has five teeth? The funnelcakes line at the Perry County Fair.

    Posted by Ron Sullivan  on  01/11  at  01:35 AM
  62. Two commenters at Lutheran Surrealism came up with their own philosophies:  Vegan Presyterianism and Episcopalian Pointillism.  I hereby propose Buddhist Objectivism.

    . . . The central tenet of Buddhism is not “every man for himself.” These are all errors, Otto.  I looked them up.

    Posted by  on  01/11  at  03:10 PM
  63. Kirby Olson!


    Captcha: hospital...Don’t make us laugh so hard you put the fish in the hospital.

    Posted by Teh Zebrafish™®©  on  01/11  at  05:46 PM
  64. Well, it’s only Day 2 without Le Blogue Bérubé , and this is what we’ve been reduced to: vicarious, shame-filled, self-questioning followers of the Kirby Olson!

    It feels just like that summer when my mother got me hooked on “The Days of Our Lives.”

    Posted by  on  01/11  at  07:23 PM
  65. I never heard of Kirby Olson until I saw his comment re:  The Army of Annalt-Hai.  (Said comment posted at the home of Althaus, not at Sadly, No!).

    Captcha: british

    The British are going!

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya  on  01/11  at  09:17 PM
  66. So sad to see you go Michael.  Thanks for everything!


    Posted by  on  01/11  at  10:19 PM
  67. Thanks, Michael, it was grand.

    Posted by  on  01/11  at  10:31 PM
  68. I can’t believe I missed the end of the world.  I loved your blog, Michael.  Thank you.

    Posted by  on  01/11  at  11:11 PM
  69. Lutheran Surrealism is the dove that sails through those cliffs.

    With all the works of literature in the world he could have lifted an image from, he picks Jonathan Livingston Seagull?

    captcha “like”, as in wow man.

    Posted by Chris Clarke  on  01/12  at  12:26 AM
  70. From the Minnesota Review interview with Michael:

    “I kike independent bookstores, I patronize them, and it’s good to get an independent cup of coffee, too, but it struck me as strange that the fetishization of the local would become so entrenched.”

    Typo or Mel Gibson?  I always knew these anti-Israel leftists were naturally anti-Semitic.  But to kike independent bookstores?  That’s horrendous.  They have a hard enough time staying in business without being kiked by their customers.

    Posted by  on  01/12  at  12:01 PM

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    Greetings WAAGNFNP friends and faithful!

    I’d like to assure our Lead Prosecutor and everyone else that this blogue and the WAAGNFNP does not end with “vicarious, shame-filled, self-questioning followers of the Kirby Olson!”. Your Minister of Justice loves you and cares for you, and would never allow that to happen. (The truly faithful among you already knew that!).

    While the fireball was large enough to end this “humble” blogue, it left the rest of us regrettably in tact, still awaiting the Mother, the Giant of all Nuclear Fireballs. So, what to do now? We finally have that party we’ve been putting off for so long due to being busy with conducting The Peoples’ business of Show Trials and Witch Hunts and Cage Matches.

    I think it was Amanda who said, “We Are All Giant Nuclear Fireball. Now Party!” And it is in that exuberant spirit that the Minister of Justice and the Minister of Visual Propaganda are taking the unprecedented action of opening up the highly, highly exclusive WAAGNFNP High Council Officers’ Club to the riff-raff loyal and indispensable Party rank and file.

    On Saturday Jan. 13th at 8pm Eastern, all WAAGNFNP friends and faithful will be welcomed to the High Council Officers’ Club to eat, drink, enjoy the Saints-Eagles game on our state-of-the-art big screen TV’s, and in general, have a chance to celebrate and enjoy each others’ company before we all have to say good bye.

    Several PZ Myers Approved™ buffet spreads, a Hosted Bar (yes, I said “hosted”, not “No Host”, this is the High Council Club, you know), and the finest viewing of the Saints-Eagles game imaginable are just a few of the amenities you’ll be able to enjoy.

    Now before the non-football fans start whining, this is not a football-centerd party. The game will be on for those who wish to watch. Those who do not wish to watch will have plenty of football-free space to enjoy. Everyone is welcome for party blogging, from the hardcore football fans breaking down the game after every possession of the ball (like me), to the folks who’d rather discuss anything but football.

    Doors to the High Council Club will open on Saturday at 7:30pm Eastern, so the people who want to get their bets down on the game can be on the record with their picks. Folks who do not place their bets in advance and say, “I knew that would happen” after the game is over will enjoy one-on-one time with 3Tops.

    For those of you who can’t make it on Sat. night, I apologize. There’s no one time that’s good for everybody. But PZ will likely still be there Sunday morning telling stories and singing songs, so you won’t have missed everything.

    For the loyal readers of this blog who have your own blogs, we’d love you to invite your folks here to enjoy the party and/or the football game. It’s going to be a BLAST!

    So, Saturday night, we party. I’ll address wrapping up WAAGNFNP business after that.

    Le Blogue-WAAGNFNP Blowout Party
    WAAGNFNP High Council Club
    Saturday, Jan. 13th 8pm Eastern
    Doors open at 7:30pm

    Yours in Service

    Oaktown Girl
    Minister of Justice

    Bill Benzon
    Minister of Visual Propaganda

    spyder (on special assignment, hopefully to have brief internet access sometime on Saturday)
    Minister of Offense and Defense

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/12  at  01:41 PM
  72. And who knows, maybe we’ll learn more about the fate of “Stix” Bérubé and his journey to The Land that Time Forgot.

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/12  at  02:57 PM
  73. That sounds fabulous, Oaktown Girl and noble Minister of Justice! I will be here on Sunday night with bells on.

    Thank you to spectacular Minister Bill Benzon and Minister spyder for extending this invitation to us.

    Posted by  on  01/12  at  05:35 PM
  74. vicarious, shame-filled, self-questioning followers of the Kirby Olson

    Who, me?  We Buddhist Objectivists are neither shame-filled nor self-questioning.

    And MOJ, thank you for inviting us riff raff to the party!  I will drop in if I can.

    Posted by  on  01/12  at  05:51 PM
  75. I will be here on Sunday night with bells on.

    That’s a joke, right? SATURDAY night!

    Foucault - Lord Astaroth would be very upset if our Lead Prosecutor wasn’t there. He’s gonna be so totally up for an impromptu show trial or two that night.

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/12  at  06:32 PM
  76. Alas, timezones and a total ignorance of American-style football make it impossible for me, the most hoi of the polloi, to attend. However, SAfrica are slowly gaining the upper hand against Pakistan in cricket, anyone in for that?

    Thanks to all you faithful Party apparatchiks for continuing the struggle.

    A luta continua ! as they say.

    Posted by  on  01/12  at  06:39 PM
  77. Wait...you expect me to sing? That’ll only work if the shock wave has deafened everyone.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/12  at  07:12 PM
  78. Egads… I am terribly sorry. I was in my study (actually the library) and someone was causing a ruckus outside my chamber (er...cubicle). In my hyper prosecurial distraction, I typed the wrong date (also I was rushing to go and cash my pay cheque so I can blow it all at the High Council Officer’s Club this weekend)!!

    I am totally up for an impromptu show trial. Where do we begin? Kirby Olson or M. Bérubé? Since they are both now scarce on this blog, they would both be great candidates for a show trial. We could limit their testimony to a hear-say whisper, and bring in sock puppets from Chris Clarke’s wide collection to testify in their name!

    Or perhaps we could have a trial for the suspected imposter of poor Ann Althouse?

    captcha: programs, as in “Get with the _____ and show up on SATURDAY night, people.”

    Posted by  on  01/12  at  07:24 PM
  79. Ha! Too late, PZ! Dr. Free Ride already “outed” you as a singer when you were on the run as a Fugitive:

    Psst!  The Fugitive is holed up at the ScienceBlogs flophouse, drinking rum, talking like an overeducated pirate, and bellowing sea chanteys at all hours.

    And I’m pleased to announce that Dr.Free Ride has just RSVP’d as well. All the ScienceBlogs folks are most welcome. I hear the Giant Nuclear Fireball actually has some sort of science element to it, so there’s plenty of room for science chat at this party.

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/12  at  07:27 PM
  80. At one level I am certainly glad that FHP is getting a well-deserved break, but then again I just don’t know who will provide the proper treatment for developments such as Strom Thurmond Jr. being one of the lawyers for the estate of Gerald “Get Up” Ford James Brown.

    Sigh. So much irony, so few qualified interlocutors.

    Posted by  on  01/12  at  08:19 PM
  81. Dr Free Ride lies. You can’t trust her, ever. Not only is she a liar, she’s treacherous. Professors of ethics only master their craft so they can come up with cunning ways of circumventing ethical behavior.

    Turned me in, did she? Arrrr. She broke the code of the sea, and we all know what that means: the Kraken. And now I know where she’ll be at 8PM ET tomorrow, har har.

    captcha: arms. As in, she’ll be feelin’ the cold, clammy embrace of the arms of my vengeance on the morrow.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/12  at  10:35 PM
  82. For what it’s worth, I never said he sang well.

    captcha: whether.  As in, who can tell whether knowing the ethical loopholes will make a difference once we are all splitting and all fusing?

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/12  at  10:41 PM
  83. [checking to make sure we have plenty of tranquilizers, saline drips, hand cuffs, and straight jackets in the High Council Club along with the fireworks, rocking chairs, saw dust, perfumes and grease guns.]

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/12  at  11:10 PM
  84. Got your books. Reading them is helping with Berube withdrawal symptoms.

    Posted by Hattie  on  01/13  at  12:39 AM
  85. I am totally up for an impromptu show trial. Where do we begin? Kirby Olson or M. Bérubé? Since they are both now scarce on this blog, they would both be great candidates for a show trial.

    My goodness, conducting a show trial of Monsieur Bérubé on this, his very own blog, would be a coup.

    (Although you’d have to watch him. He still has the power of the “Delete” key going for him.)

    Captcha: tried (no kidding!) and convicted.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  02:27 AM
  86. I go to California to bury my father and I come back to THIS?! The emptiness, the void, the horror! (And after I’d just told someone that I’d finally decided which was my favorite blog of them all—but now I’m not going to tell you, no sir-ree, wild horses couldn’t drag it out of me!) The priest at my father’s funeral commented that he was now enjoying that great dinner party in the beyond with all those he loved who’d gone before him. And even though the priest is a good friend of mine, I did almost gag at that image. And yet, if asked for my idea of heaven, I suppose I could not do better than to describe it as a great dinner party up in the blogosphere, with Monsieur Berube as host, of course. (And all of you as guests, of course, except for the cranky and trollish ones.) I’ve often wondered how you could possibly manage to find the time and energy to do it all—what with the blogging and the professoring and the writing and the MLAing and the hockeying and the genuine quality time with your family, whom we’ve come to know and love through you. And with that recognition, I know it would be very self-centered and childish of me to demand that you must continue blogging, so that we would still have a place to come to for comfort, refuge, wit, and wisdom. (But I may just stamp my little feet and hold my breath until you promise to come back!) But seriously, while I am having a little trouble with loss lately and will miss “this place” and your voice enormously, I mostly want to thank you for all that you’ve shared of yourself over these last three years. I’ve been enlightened and delighted whenever I’ve come here, and I will miss that. Godspeed—or, rather, good night and good luck!

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  02:58 AM
  87. A party?! Yippee! Can we wear fancy dress?

    (captcha: ‘waiting’, excitedly.)

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  05:55 AM
  88. "My goodness, conducting a show trial of Monsieur Bérubé on this, his very own blog, would be a coup. (Although you’d have to watch him. He still has the power of the “Delete” key going for him.)”

    Yes, it *would* be a coup, wouldn’t it? smile As for the delete function, I believe the former lord of this humble blog used it very infrequently during his time here. Perhaps he will continue that tradition into the afterlife?

    First charge: WMDs (Just take a look at the image at the top of this page. At least Saddam Hussein took the trouble to *hide* his imaginary WMDs)!

    But before we go too far, we should ask the 3Tops what say they re: a Show Trial for Le (Défunt) Blog Bérubé. Perhaps it is too soon after his loss to persecute him? Perhaps we should be respectful in our celebratory solemnity at the High Council Officer’s Club?

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:27 AM
  89. Sharon, I’ll be wearing fancy dress—and rhinestones.  Lots of rhinestones!

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  01:01 PM
  90. A show trial?

    I hope we have the proper language! (captcha)

    And music.

    P.S. I thought that music was important for some reason, but now I can’t remember.  Must be getting old, I suppose.

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya  on  01/13  at  04:33 PM
  91. crash rattle stumble scrape

    where’s the light?


    yeowww! what a mess! hope we can get this cleaned up before the party . . . . and what’s that smell . . . . . and that that . . thing over there in the corner?

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  04:40 PM
  92. Ah hah, now I have a reason for teh music.

    I hope most (captcha) will agree>

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya  on  01/13  at  05:00 PM
  93. Oh, I am sure we can muster up the proper language for a show trial. Why, here is some language that I found kickng around while cleaning out my quarters this afternoon:


    However, since tonight is clearly going to be a formal affair, we might dress up our language a little, as well:


    Actus reus sounds so regal, doesn’t it? But really, I think Keats was so right when he said it the first time around, “‘Bérubé is guilty, guilty is Bérubé,’ - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

    I would help you all set up, but I must press my ears and curl my hair.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  05:21 PM
  94. Here’s a party game for the party.





    (for instance. go wild!)

    Posted by Chris Clarke  on  01/13  at  06:00 PM
  95. Mmmmmmm . . . knish.

    Posted by Michael  on  01/13  at  06:20 PM
  96. Hey--

    When you hit the “return path” for Michael_Bérubé&to=Chicken+Noodle+Soup, this is what you get! Pat Robertson, huh? Talk about dangeral degrees of separation…

    Chicken Noodle Soup
    DJ Webstar
    Pat Robertson
    The Professors: The 101 Most Dangerous Academics in America
    Michael Bérubé

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  06:23 PM
  97. Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  06:26 PM
  98. Holy cow--the return path from knish is even worse:

    Pat Robertson
    The Professors: The 101 Most Dangerous Academics in America
    Michael Bérubé

    captcha: likely, as in “It’s very ______ he will be convicted.”

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  06:27 PM
  99. yeowww! what a mess! hope we can get this cleaned up before the party . . . . and what’s that smell . . . . . and that that . . thing over there in the corner?

    Hey, stop poking me with that stick. Do you have to be so rude?

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  07:11 PM
  100. I want you to know that I beat Bérubé on Gojiraand knish, and tie him on liposuction and Chicken Noodle Soup. Nyah.

    Also, PZ Myers and Bérubé are separated by only 4 degrees.

    I’m a bit perturbed that the path from PZ Myers to evolution has an intermediate step through Answers in Genesis.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  07:19 PM

    OK people -

    Please set your watch alarms, alarm clocks, cell phone alarms, or whatever annoying sound you need to 7:30 or 8:00 pm tonight Eastern, (4:30 or 5:00 Pacific) so you will remember to turn on your computers and join the big, spare-no-expense, super-extravaganza WAAGNFNP-LeBlogue Blowout (Blow-up?) party tonight.

    A brief word about any show trials that may or may not happen tonight. The key word here is “impromptu”. We can’t start planning in advance. It all depends on who shows up, the quality of accustions being leveled, and how many people support and add on to those accusations.

    Now, PZ has leveled some serious show trial worthy accusations against Dr. Free Ride (above #81), which kind of breaks my heart because I really like her. But the MOJ cannot let sentiment get in the way of Justice. Besides, I’m sure DFR can take care of herself just fine. Officially, PZ’s charges against DFR have to be ruled invalid since pre-party accusaions are not part of the official record for this event. But the MOJ is going to allow the accusations to stand on the grounds that they are of such high show trial quality. However, for breaking the rulz, PZ goes to the very back of the buffet line.

    As far as bringing up charges against Our Leader - no one is above the laws of the Ministry of Justice. BUT charges against Our Leader CANNOT have anything to do with his retiring this blogue, or people being sad about the same. Mostly, we just hope Michael will stop by and schmooze with us, and I’m sure he will if the party is lively enough. (And after a respectable amount of schmoozing, if y’all decide to try his sorry ass, then fine).

    Finally, - thanks to Foucault for the legal lingo links, Chris Clarke for the party games, and Thunder for the music. Bill - don’t worry about that smell - it’s just Lord Astaroth playing around with some of his spells. All will be pristine when the doors open. Oh, plus 3Tops somehow got locked inside The High Council Club last night and didn’t want to break open a wall to do her business. So, a little pooper-scooping to take care of, which fortunately Astaroth can take care of with a simple wave of his hand. So nice to have a Demon in the house.

    Finally, some excellent news to report - Minister of Offense and Defense, spyder, has contacted me from his deep cover special assignment and says he will try to do everything in his power to get some online access so he can be at the party. Yea!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  07:45 PM
  102. The back of the buffet line? No fair!

    Oh, well, back of the buffet is the front of the bar. This better not be a cash bar, I’m telling you.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  08:32 PM

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    The amenities available for your enjoyment are limited only by your imaginations.

    Please gets your predictions in now for the final score of the Saints-Eagles game. People who know nothing about sports are most encourged to place their guesses. When non-sports people “win”, it really tweaks us sport folk, which is always entertaining. (Feel free to make your guesses based on uniform color, relatvives living in PA/Louiaiana,etc.)

    Groovin’ Gojira invisions everyone having a groovy time!

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    (Rodin “Gates” photo by Prof.Jeffery Howe)

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  08:36 PM
  104. PZ -
    The bar is a hosted bar, as was detailed in the party plan (#71).

    You, however, get to sit in this special booth (specially picked just for you by the MVP) unitl 8pm Eastern. But hey, at least we’ll bring it inside for you.

    Image Hosted by ImageShack.us

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  08:41 PM
  105. We godless folk don’t much care for “saints”, and biologists like birds, so I’m going to have to go with the eagles over the sanctimonious frauds, eleven gojirion to nothing.

    Uh, what kind of game are they playing, by the way?

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  08:42 PM
  106. So, does anybody wanna play Parcheesi?


    Okay, who brought the dog?

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  08:48 PM
  107. Is the Absent One lurking at this party? (not that he can lurk for more than 3 minutes....)

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  08:50 PM
  108. Yay! I made a sign for my booth!


    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  08:50 PM
  109. Evening_Wear_by_joslynnada.jpg

    Well dah-lings, here I am! I wanted to show off a rare side of my wardrobe tonight, but they asked me to check my low-cut and backless Cat Woman costume at the door. Damn. smile

    Luckily, I had this lovely shawl tucked away in my handbag. Mmmm… I am so delighted to see that someone made Tuscan Tuna salad and orechiette with homemade sausage and broccoli rabe! This room looks *so* lovely with the candles, and it is such a pleasure to be here.

    28-21 Saints (I have no idea about football. Left to my own devices, I would have said 6-4, but some kind soul told me you can’t get those kinds of scores in football).

    So, what’s the gossip? What shakes?

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  08:52 PM
  110. LemonDropStuff.jpg width=200 height=168

    Even when threatened with a show trial (which, come to think of it, might help my tenure case), if I say I’m bringing stuff for lemon drops, I bloody well bring stuff for lemon drops!

    Bottoms up, folks!

    BottomsUp.jpg width=200 height=191

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/13  at  08:59 PM
  111. Eagles win by 8 wickets.


    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:03 PM
  112. (The Minister of Justice makes her Grande Entrance in an exquisite designer gown from illustrious designer/rapper M.C. GNF).

    Well, PZ -

    I’ll buy a hug (and the kiss) for a dollar. Don’t mess up my dress.

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  09:04 PM
  113. Wasssssssssaaaaaaaaaup?

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  09:05 PM
  114. Here, I brought something for the buffet:

    Every Flavor Beans

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/13  at  09:07 PM
  115. Oh my - just minutes away from kickoff.
    Um...Saints win by 3 Gojiron.

    Ooooo...lemon drops!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  09:07 PM
  116. For a whole dollar, I do a lot of rumpling.

    Did I hear someone ask for a sea shanty? Everyone...sing along!

    In Amsterdam there
    lived a maid,
    Mark well what I do say!
    In Amsterdam there lived a maid,
    Who was always pinchin’ the sailor’s trade.
    I’ll go no more a roving with you fair maid!

    A rovin’, a rovin’,
    Since rovin’s been my ru-i-in,
    I’ll go no more a roving,
    With you fair maid!

    I took this maiden for a walk,
    Mark well what I do say!
    I took this maiden for a walk,
    She wanted some gin and didn’t she talk.
    I’ll go no more a roving with you fair maid!

    A rovin’, a rovin’,
    Since rovin’s been my ru-i-in,
    I’ll go no more a roving,
    With you fair maid!

    She said, “You sailors I love you so,”
    Mark well what I do say!
    “All you sailors, I love you so,”
    And the reason why I soon did know.
    I’ll go no more a roving with you fair maid!

    A rovin’, a rovin’,
    Since rovin’s been my ru-i-in,
    I’ll go no more a roving,
    With you fair maid!

    She placed her hand upon my knee,
    Mark well what I do say!
    She placed her hand upon my knee,
    I said “Young miss, you’re rather free.”
    I’ll go no more a roving with you fair maid!

    A rovin’, a rovin’,
    Since rovin’s been my ru-i-in,
    I’ll go no more a roving,
    With you fair maid!

    I gave this miss a parting kiss,
    Mark well what I do say!
    I gave this miss a parting kiss,
    When I got aboard my money I missed.
    I’ll go no more a roving with you fair maid!

    A rovin’, a rovin’,
    Since rovin’s been my ru-i-in,
    I’ll go no more a roving,
    With you fair maid!

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  09:08 PM
  117. This guy’s outside, says he’s with the band.


    Anyone know anything about this?

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  09:08 PM
  118. Foucault dahling...you look mahvalous!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  09:11 PM
  119. Captcha: neither

    OK, even I can’t predict neither team will win.

    Oh, look a butterfly!

    I really don’t think Americans will vote for a Clinton again.

    Oh, 24-21

    Posted by Anne Althaus™  on  01/13  at  09:11 PM
  120. In the spirit of burying th’ cutlass with PZ, here’s another:

    We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!
    We kidnap and ravage and don’t give a hoot.
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!

    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.

    We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!
    Maraud and embezzle and even hijack.
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!

    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.
    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.

    We kindle and char, inflame and ignite.
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!
    We burn up the city, we’re really a fright.
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!

    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.

    We’re rascals, scoundrels, villans and knaves.
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!
    We’re devils and black sheep, really bad eggs!
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!

    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.

    We’re beggars and blighters and ne’er-do-well cads.
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!
    Aye! But we’re loved by our mommies and dads!
    Drink up me ‘earties, Yo Ho!

    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.
    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.
    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.
    Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me.

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/13  at  09:12 PM
  121. I took it upon myself to serve as Mix-Mistress Rox. You can launch the tune player here. (And be sure to re-load the page in about 15 minutes, because I’m still adding stuff.)

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  09:13 PM
  122. #114
    they may not always taste like you expect though…

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/13  at  09:14 PM
  123. Cathy (from Philadelphia, GO EAGLES!) enters wearing a rhinestone tiara.

    Jelly beans, lemons and kisses, oh my!

    Hi everyone!!

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:14 PM
  124. Anyone know anything about this?

    3Tops has the list of entertainers. Page her and have her bring it down to our door man. (That should have been taken care of already. She must already be into the beer barrels).

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  09:15 PM
  125. http://youtube.com/watch?v=b9WKsuSNjms&mode=related&search=

    Oh yeah, that’s from “Rahsaanovision 1: An Experiment.”


    Let Rahsaan in--he’s awesome! Here’s a really nice selection called “Lover Man” (1959). Maybe he will play it tonight for PZ Myers?

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:15 PM
  126. Mommy, can I stay up and play with the grown-ups?


    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  09:20 PM
  127. Mix-Mistress Rox - thanks!

    I clicked on the song called “Sex Bomb” because, well, of course that’s the one I’d click on. But hey, great party tune! I highly recommend it to everyone!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  09:20 PM
  128. Thanks, Oaktown Girl! You look absolutely brilliant yourself! And Anne Althaus™ looks so much hotter than expected after all those troubles she’s been having. I’m so glad she was able to make it tonight.

    Here’s that song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk that I thought PZ Myers might like to play near his booth. It’s very sexy and subtle.

    Lover Man (1959)


    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:22 PM
  129. Is anyone else seeing pink bears already?

    Just me then?

    Who’s ready for another round?

    NextRoundLD.jpg width=200 height=201

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/13  at  09:22 PM
  130. Oh, you mean I have to pick which team gets the 24?

    The democrats Wolcotts just don’t want us to win.

    So the Saints.

    Captcha: spring...Is it spring yet?

    Posted by Anne Althaus™  on  01/13  at  09:23 PM
  131. Bummer, man. I’ve just been informed that I’m a pretentious ass scientist. You can do good work for years, but you study asses that one time, and you’re an ass scientist in everyone’s mind forevermore.

    Way to bring a party down, man.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  09:23 PM
  132. Studying asses while confined to one’s kissing booth is pretty standard party protocol.

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/13  at  09:29 PM
  133. That blonde lady had a very short shirt.  I hope the Clenis wasn’t nearby.

    Captcha: I’m merely sayin’…

    Posted by Anne Althaus™  on  01/13  at  09:35 PM
  134. http://youtube.com/watch?v=hrPEM2qc-j8

    Hey, there are some pretty good asses in this video for all the ass scientists out there! We may want to save this Leonard Cohen classic for a little later in the evening, as well.

    captcha: home. It feels like that tonight.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:35 PM
  135. I’ve just been informed that I’m a pretentious ass scientist.

    I’d notify the American Osteopathic College of Proctology. Maybe they’ll bring a lawsuit against those maroons.

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  09:35 PM
  136. Bill, Bill, Bill.

    For pretentious ass science, you want the American Osteopathic University of Proctology

    Posted by Chris Clarke  on  01/13  at  09:39 PM
  137. OK folks, I know for many of you, this is your first time at the High Council Club, so lemme tell you a few things up front:

    3Tops holds her beer well, but after the 3rd barrel she has a rather short fuse. Don’t cross her. Like Fat Tony, she doesn’t get mad, she gets “stabby”.

    Image Hosted by ImageShack.us

    If Lord Astaroth gets you talking about football, he’s just going to go on and on about how unfair it is that the NFL has a team call the “Saints” but no team called the Devils, Demons...or Astaroths.

    And of course, a couple of hours (and several drinks) into the party, PZ’s going to start asking people if they want to see his nipples.

    Hey - who just changed my captcha to “ass”???

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  09:40 PM
  138. aliens1.jpg

    Take us to your leader.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:44 PM
  139. Hey, my captcha is “behind”!

    This party is shaping up to have a theme, and it’s not a pretty one.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  09:46 PM
  140. Any requests?

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  09:47 PM
  141. Gojira, dahling, is that you? Didn’t recognize you without the body.

    Sigma 128.67 red lips2-nosig.jpg

    Yes, it’s me. This is my cyberform. Like it?

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  09:47 PM
  142. Eh, I’ve seen PZ’s nipples.

    drweird.jpg width=320 height=360

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/13  at  09:47 PM
  143. Hey lurkers -
    This is a party, so we’d like to hear from you. Here’s a handy tip:

    [if you post your comment in brackets, you remain invisible!]

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  09:49 PM
  144. i know, i am late, but then i usually am.  Damn, there is just too much to get ready before i have to come all the way over to the party.  Being out in the land i now call Clarkeian county, seeing as now, after reading so much of what he writes and cares about, all of my new referential keys are Clarkian. 

    Well, i have been anxiously looking north and west, hoping against all hope for signs of the GNF but all i get is Sonoran winds, clouds, and all these people who are wearing lots of clothes complaining about how cold it is.  I just checked with home and they said it is 4ºF.. These people out here have no clue. 

    moe later after reading moe or listen to moe, or both.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:50 PM
  145. You wish.

    Sorry, but after that last show trial I had them removed in honor of Astaroth. If you still want to see them, I’ve got ‘em in a jar somewhere around here.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  09:51 PM
  146. Honestly, I don’t know if it’s appropriate to spend the whole party talking about asses. I’ve never been to a party like that before, have you?

    I’m just asking. Really.

    captcha: leaders. Am I getting tipsy, or did anyone else just see those martians with their genitals exposed asking to speak with Michael?

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:51 PM
  147. I think those Martains would look good with the little bear.

    Um, err, think the little guy can deal with the sight without being traumatized for life?

    But, oh, I forgot. The little guy’s seen Uncle PZ prance around many times. He’s innoculated against LGMs and LGWs.

    captcha: “family”—it’s all in the

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  09:52 PM
  148. I think I did see some aliens shamelessly parading about, without (captcha) clothing.

    I blame the Clintons.

    Posted by Anne Althaus™  on  01/13  at  09:55 PM
  149. OK, I’m jonsing and need to get some football chat in here. But that’s OK becuz unlike the MSM’s opinion of Congress, we can all do more than one thing at a time, so the non-football folks please don’t flee or go silent.

    Question - Any NY Giants fans out there? I’m dying to know what y’all think of Tom Coughlin getting signed for another year.

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  09:58 PM
  150. Hey---

    *I’m* Anne Althaus™! I can’t believe this. Why does it have to happen everywhere I go!

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:59 PM
  151. Not that I don’t enjoy talking about asses, but I’ve got a bootleg of Negativland’s “I Still Haven’t Found ...” on my playlist.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  09:59 PM
  152. I like the lipstick that the female martin is wearing.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  09:59 PM
  153. Hey! My jar of pickled nipples is empty! Who drank my nipples?

    Seriously, dudes and dudettes, those weren’t olives.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/13  at  10:00 PM
  154. Oh f**kin’-A!
    Did you see that touchdown pass from Garcia?

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  10:00 PM
  155. I think I did see some aliens shamelessly parading about, without (captcha) clothing.

    Ring around a rosie
    a pocket full of PZs
    Asses, asses, we all fall down

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  10:03 PM
  156. OK,I’m slow. I just now figured out that if I use my Mozilla firefox tabs instead of just clicking on the links, I can listen to Roxanne’s playlist and still keep this thread open. Duh.
    (I blame DFR’s delicious lemon drops!)

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  10:07 PM
  157. Any requests?

    B-52’s, “Party Out of Bounds”

    Posted by J—  on  01/13  at  10:07 PM
  158. Hey Roxanne,

    I just checked out Paul Anka’s version of SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT on your playlist, and it kicks ass! So much better than Nirvana. smile

    Let’s play some party games. Truth or dare? Spin the Bottle? Pin the Tail on the Aliens?

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:07 PM
  159. http://tools.wikimedia.de/sixdeg/index.jsp?from=PZ_Myers&to=nipples

    Posted by Chris Clarke  on  01/13  at  10:13 PM
  160. safari-unfall.jpg

    Er, you might not want to go in the men’s room for a while.

    Sorry about that. He’s usually really well-behaved at home, he just gets a bit excited at parties. Once he’s had his… snack, he’ll probably go to sleep.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:13 PM
  161. Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
    Hooray and up she rises, early in the morning.
    Pull out the plug and wet him all over
    Pull out the plug and wet him all over
    Pull out the plug and wet him all over
    Early in the morning.

    Pickled nipples??? mmmmm.. well visiting a wise elder friend this afternoon, out in the middle of nowhere Clarkian county, i discovered that in the last month he has suffered from some sort of brain issues on four occassions in the last month. At first they thought strokes but the CAT’s and MRI’s haven’t revealed that sort of trauma, only the eEG’s and other things like catatonia for a day, lack of dilation in eyes, and other really weird ass shit.  So i show up out of the ether, and he is fine, and telling story (and they are some doozies of some classsic vision quests he’s been on) when another dear friend shows up with some “medicine” from his “mother"(a famous native american author who gladly took him in as a brother to her own son) who is a powerful trickster healertype.  Pickled nipples??? Try some rattlesnake testes and ovaries, some taratula web in infusions of blackwidow, and other stunning delicacies.  I wasn’t allowed to bring any to the party, but given my friend’s dramatically improved spirit and disposition, i am thinking that the traditional modern US medical system needs some purification and edumacation on this one. 

    Barely made it out of there, but party duties of the Ministry of Defense and Offense reguire a little responsibility.  Speaking of defense, not all that spiffy right now, eh??

    Minister of Offense and Defense

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:14 PM
  162. Project Playlist’s Search Engine does not like the B-52s. But I’ll keep looking.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  10:14 PM
  163. Things go better with Bush!

    captcha: death

    Posted by Anne Althaus™  on  01/13  at  10:15 PM
  164. Let’s play some party games.



    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:15 PM
  165. themoderatevoice-bill-clinton-small.jpg

    So… I heard there was a foxy blonde at this party who likes to play the blame game. I know a few games I might like to play with her.

    Great tunes, by the way. Great theme, too: one of my favorite subjects. I really liked the song you guys played earlier in the night, the one called “Asshole.” It’s about a guy I know.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:17 PM
  166. Paul Anka’s version of SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT

    Before you know it Mickey Rooney’s gonna’ show up:  “Hey gang! Let’s form a band!” This teen spirit’s been recycled so much don’t know whether it’s coming or going.

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  10:19 PM
  167. I just had to drop by to say that nobody at your party is as brave, intelligent, or noble as Lee Siegel.  And that all your mothers called me to say how much you admired me him and to beg me him to publish you in The New Republic

    Well it’s not going to happen, you blogofascists!

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:21 PM
  168. Let’s play some party games.

    Chris Clarke is good with the party games. Right now he’s in hot tub #4 located on the 3rd floor.

    Hey - Reggie Bush scored that touchdown while “Lowrider” was playing on Roxanne’s playlist for me. Somehow, just that just seems so perfect.

    Truth or dare, eh? I know someone who has plenty of questions he’d like to ask!

    Image Hosted by ImageShack.us

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  10:21 PM
  169. Did someone say party?  I may be bedridden, but that doesn’t mean I’ve lost it.

    Posted by Fidel Castro  on  01/13  at  10:23 PM
  170. 000ps, it appears I might have to go off to some bar.

    There is some music I’d like to introduce as evidence in the trial of teh Dangeral One (note the comments).

    captcha: like...I like the Ramones!

    Posted by Anne Althaus™  on  01/13  at  10:24 PM
  171. Okay--let’s start with PZ Myers! Maybe Lord Astaroth can ask him a true or dare question, and if he doesn’t want to answer it, then he will have to do something daring at the party in PUBLIC (captcha)

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:24 PM
  172. Sharon (#160)-
    Your baby boy is sooo cute. Glad he went to the men’s room instead of the women’s though!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  10:25 PM
  173. I’vel been exploring Roxanne’s most interesting play list. There’s this tune by one of those all-time blues guys, Tom “Mr Las Vegas” Jones, “Sex Bomb.” Think if we all listen to it at the same time we’ll have a GNF?

    It’s followed by an Ode to PZ: I’m a Scientist.

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/13  at  10:26 PM
  174. Look what I just found over here…

    Has the dangeral one left the blogosphere for the world of fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion?

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:29 PM
  175. In case y’all are getting tired of lemon drops, the bar also has a selection of bisque shots:

    WAAGNFNPBisqueShots.jpg width=251 height=157

    Captcha:  Get them before they’re gone.

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/13  at  10:30 PM
  176. So has anyone tried the soulmate name calculator link on the playlist?

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:30 PM
  177. 10.jpg

    Hey. No one said there would be sailors here. Let alone naked sailors!

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  10:31 PM
  178. Jesus in the hizzouse!


    Posted by Lauren  on  01/13  at  10:36 PM
  179. Hey - great link at #163 for Shakespeare’s Sister!


    “The Radical Gay Eggs are kept in the ovaries until they are fertilized by the dulcet tones of Barney Frank

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  10:37 PM
  180. I just tried the Soulmate Calculator and it’s a racket. It asks for your gender, your zodiac sign, your name, and your CELL PHONE number! What’s the deal? Some strange Aquarian calls and we go out for a date?

    This sounds more like fuck buddy service than soulmate calculator to me. smile

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:37 PM
  181. Here we are now, entertain us!

    My five year old actually said to me the other day:  “But who’s going to entertain me?”

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:38 PM
  182. I brought the balut....everyone dig in!


    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:38 PM
  183. Has the dangeral one left the blogosphere for the world of fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion?

    Let’s ask the leader himself:

    I have launched a bold new venture completely unrelated to the book other thing, this fine line of fashionable womenswear and accessories.  Stop by today and tell ‘em “M” sent you!

    as I see it this qualifies as a confession and may be used in any trial in the future

    captcha “church”
    It’s as quiet as in a ______ here.

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/13  at  10:38 PM
  184. the captcha “final” reminds me that it is time to go.  sorry to eat, drink, and run, but the boys on the bus, or in the band, and some both, have this thing for moving on and on and on.  Plus, we are abusing the good graces of a local who just happened to be in town too, all the way from her doctoral studies at Duke.  She is in the band too, but always a long way from home no matter where she is, and we must keep trying to find her one.  Ciao, good evening, and the caviar was to die for, and since there wasn’t any, i am dying for it and must now find that too, plus the new home.  Clarkian county is pretty damn trippy.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:39 PM
  185. Foucalt, I got about that far with it, too. 

    “Wuthering Heights” is playing here.  That song caused me to fall in love with Kate some 30 years ago.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:42 PM
  186. Welcome, sypder!

    So glad you could make it. I know the work you’ve been doing on your special assignment is of exceptional quality because it helped create some magic for me: as of yesterday afternoon, finally some good news on the new job hunt. Yea!!!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  10:42 PM
  187. You know, if we drink 15 shots we’ll get a t-shirt and our names will be immortalized in the “Shot Hall of Fame.”

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  10:46 PM
  188. Oh yeah, the Kate Bush song is very pretty. I’ve never heard it before, but this is all such great music. Too bad we don’t have a virtual chandelier and a roller-skating rink. This song makes me feel like roller-skating for some reason!

    captcha: meet, “Wouldn’t it be great if we could all actually meet each other?” (Well… maybe it wouldn’t be so great; I am much more outgoing virtually).

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:48 PM
  189. First half, Eagles up.  Predictions for the second half?

    My prediction:  Second half score is Saints 13, Eagles 7.

    But what do I know?  I’m a Vikings fan.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:49 PM
  190. I dedicate this song to Berube, the asshole.

    <EMBED src="http://www.indiex.com/music/Horton_Heat/The%20Reverend%20Horton%20Heat_Holy%20Roller_Track%2012.mp3" width="120" height="20" autostart="false" target="_blank">

    Posted by Lauren  on  01/13  at  10:51 PM
  191. Sorry for the misspelling in 185.

    I can’t drink 15 shots—I don’t have a designated driver.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:53 PM
  192. Oh, snap.

    Try here.

    Posted by Lauren  on  01/13  at  10:53 PM
  193. Some music inspired by the captcha ("spring").

    I’d have gone with Blossom if I could, but all I could find on the intertubes was Astrud.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  10:57 PM
  194. Dang, Dr. Free-Ride, those are some strong-ass lemon drops.  But it’s nice to see the old place so lively!  And PZ, you can put those pointy things away—I’ve seen ‘em before, thank you.

    Adrian (183), I plead guilty—to creating a fine line of fashionable womenswear and accessories in which “the beautiful slouch bag bulges with ideas—books, notes and objects hinting at her passions”!  Just click on “about bérubé” in the popup!!

    About the game:  I love me some Saints, but you know the rules of this blog.  One, we do not approve of teams that wear jerseys and pants of the same color, because people should not play professional football in pajamas or leotards.  And two, no team sporting a fleur-de-lis belongs in any championship game in any sport.

    Barkeep, another over here, please!

    Captcha:  “language,” as in “this party is structured like a.”

    Posted by Michael  on  01/13  at  11:01 PM
  195. Two minutes into the second half and my prediction appears to be decidedly unfounded.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:02 PM
  196. Hey, since this is a farewell party, maybe we could share our favorite or most valuable educationalesque moments? I think my most valuable one involved Sacred Witness: it’s not who wins that matters, but how you play the game that’s important.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:06 PM
  197. More tunes have been added to the playlist. Just scroll down.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  11:07 PM
  198. Oh sh**t!

    I forgot to remind you first-timers to the High Council Club that Lord Astaroth, with his other-worldly powers of transcending time and space, already knows the outcome of the Eagles-Saints game. So if he go any of y’all to make a bet with him...oops.

    Hey there, Michael!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  11:08 PM
  199. Michael, why didn’t you provide a link to that great Gerald Ford hit “(This Party is) Structured (Like a Language) - Part 1”?  I thought this was a full-service ex-blog!

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:09 PM
  200. in which “the beautiful slouch bag bulges with ideas—books, notes and objects hinting at her passions”!

    Michael, about that woman...Judging by her acessories you met her on the Intertube right here, didn’t you?

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/13  at  11:17 PM
  201. Sorry bout that, Ben.  I didn’t have time to throw in that link, because I’m blogging while cleaning out my mother’s garage here, and I had a box full of old sweaters and socks, and I asked her what I should do with it, and she told me to take it to the bridge.  I just got back.

    True story.

    Hey, O-girl!  Great to see you again.

    Posted by Michael  on  01/13  at  11:18 PM
  202. Is it just me, or has this party developed a, shall we say, fur theme? Seen more black hair here than pink fuzz, that’s for sure.

    Playlist: Nice Eagles song. I’m betting Eagles.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:20 PM
  203. "Take it to the Bridge”?  Sweet!

    Rox - get us some James Brown, STAT!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  11:22 PM
  204. the bar also has a selection of bisque shots:

    With the selection at the bar, I’m pretty sure we are going to need some of these:

    That’s right combo vomit/film bags, brought to you by the thoughtful folks at Qantas. Keep them handy for your film of the Twister game.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:26 PM
  205. JP - what are you talking about? The HCC bar has only the finest selection and quality of beverages!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  11:30 PM
  206. We would just like to point out that Michael has never encouraged anyone to post comments under the names of people who have been banned from this blog in the past for being great big huge wankers (as “great big huge wankers” is defined in 51 U.S.C. § 104(c)(2)).  We would like to add, moreover, that Michael has given us express written instructions not to encourage anyone to misrepresent themselves by means of the fraudulent and malicious use of those names.

    But we don’t have to listen to him anymore, now, do we.

    Captcha:  free.

    Posted by Michael's Attorneys  on  01/13  at  11:33 PM
  207. if was always wondering what in the world people were talking about when referring to those “dead tree” productions.... Now I get it

    Berube Trees

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/13  at  11:34 PM
  208. Saints 37 Eagles 28

    ... Take it from someone who knows.

    And now I’m going to make like a bush, and get outstay in.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:36 PM
  209. Hey folks,

    It’s now 27-21 Saints. And if you will recall, a certain football neophyte predicted a victory for the Saints of 28-21. I’m looking for you all to cough up your cash and your accolades if I win this thing.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:40 PM
  210. James Brown’s been added, along with a few more treats. Reload and scroll.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  11:41 PM
  211. Something is messing with the James Brown.  It loads slowly and plays intermittently.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:43 PM
  212. Sorry Foucault (spelled it right this tIme!), the Eagles just kicked a field goal.  27-24 Saints.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:46 PM
  213. Something is messing with the James Brown.  It loads slowly and plays intermittently.

    That problem bothered him in life, too....

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:46 PM
  214. It might be a matter of too many people playing it at the same time. It just played fine for me. Wait a few minutes and try again.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/13  at  11:48 PM
  215. Saints 81, Eagles 16.

    Don’t mind me; I’ll just be sitting in the corner watching the, um, festivities.


    Posted by Amanda Marcotte  on  01/13  at  11:56 PM
  216. Hey - I have a good game we can play.
    On the right hand side of all the ScienceBlogs, there’s a list of the most active posts among all the ScienceBlogs bloggers. PZ usually is at the top of that list, (as well as #2, #3, etc).

    Let’s all go to Dr.Free Ride’s blog, and see if we can bump her up on the list. She was kind enough to put the WAAGNFNP party notice up (scroll down). So let’s all put “I love Dr. Free Ride” messages up on that post!(Or something to that effect). Go!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/13  at  11:56 PM
  217. "Sorry Foucault (spelled it right this tIme!), the Eagles just kicked a field goal.  27-24 Saints.”

    Oh well, there goes my retirement fund and ability to send my unborn children to college some day. I hope you’re all happy now.

    PS: I would have *never* impersonated Bill Clinton had I known that he’d previously been banned from this blog for being a great big wanker. As for Anne Althaus,™ we believe she is totally unrelated to Ann Althouse, and thus not protected by the provisions outlined by Michael’s Attorneys.

    Posted by  on  01/13  at  11:58 PM
  218. OK, here’s the direct link to Dr. Free Ride’s WAAGNFNP Party post - if I got it right.

    Hi, Amanda! So glad you could make it!
    (Kitties in tubs. That never gets old).

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  12:03 AM
  219. Okay, so who the hell brought the baby?


    Posted by Amanda Marcotte  on  01/14  at  12:12 AM
  220. OK, my updated prediction is:  Saints 27, Eagles 24.

    Damned risky of me, I’d say.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  12:13 AM
  221. Whoo-weee! This California cold snap is really starting to get to me! Go post a comment over at Dr. Free Ride’s WAAGNFNP Party post, and come join me in the

    HOT TUB!!

    PS - Thanks Rox! Any more JB you can post is great! The last one is playing fine now. (I’m lovin’our Mix-Mistress!)

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  12:15 AM
  222. 356521142_14e6415835.jpg?v=0

    Posted by Amanda Marcotte  on  01/14  at  12:20 AM
  223. Oh my, Dr. Free Ride’s got her comments in “moderation”. (I posted there before and it didn’t take this long to show up). I wonder if she’s down for the night, does that mean nothing shows up till tomorrow? No matter. Keep posting the comments there. We’ll see if they all show up tomorrow and we can get her on that “top” list with PZ.

    OK - so, just prior to kickoff, I had the Saints winning by 3 (up at #115). Anyone got that beat? Am I the winner?

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  12:25 AM
  224. 356526961_86f5ddf8d1.jpg?v=0

    Whoa is the day I got Photoshop.

    Posted by Amanda Marcotte  on  01/14  at  12:28 AM
  225. OK, must be too many people trying to play Rox’s James Brown again.

    So, Bill - you gonna share the end of that multi-media saga with us? I wouldn’t mind watching it from the hot tub here, now that the game’s over.

    (Amanda - too funny/cute!)

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  12:31 AM
  226. I wonder where the mystery host is… Can Astaroth help finding him? And all the other guests?

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  12:32 AM
  227. More James Brown plus, <a hef="http://www.projectplaylist.com/node/2268171">available now</a>.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/14  at  12:33 AM
  228. I think you are the winner, Oaktown Girl! Where do we send our checks? Anyhow, thank you so much for the fabulous party and music. It was wonderful to see you all a final time.

    The HotTub song made me want to slip into my wonderful shower, but alas I am so exhausted from all the reverie that I think I will slip into bed now, instead.

    Warm wishes to all. Good luck in your new and old jobs, stay healthy and happy, and I’ll try to keep in touch with some of you on your own blog spaces. And maybe one day, after finish my dang dissertation, I will host a blog of my own.

    PS: I anyone ever needs to borrow the Chicago Manual of Style, 15th Edition, I am here for you. Someone bought it for me as a present today.

    Until then, cheers and chow. (Sniff)

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  12:33 AM
  229. Wha...? You want to bump me from my clean sweep? Why? What have I ever done to you?

    Don’t worry. All I have to do is post some biology, everyone falls asleep, and I fall off the most active list.

    Posted by PZ Myers  on  01/14  at  12:38 AM
  230. Am I late? Anyway, just wanted to say hello after 12 hours of travel… too tired to read the thread, sadly. Nevertheless, thanks to Oaktown Girl for the party with surprise appearance by a not-so-incognito MB.

    captcha: “purpose”, as in “the purpose of all life is the GNF.”

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  12:40 AM
  231. Uh, sorry, I must’ve slipped and hit my head.  The comments are up now!  Thanks for your efforts to help me compete with PZ.

    (Also, this place has gotten a little swirly, and there seem to be cats in the tub.)

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/14  at  12:43 AM
  232. Thanks, Foucault. It’s been great.

    I think a lot of people are going to be going to bed soon. Anyone wanting to stay over at the High Council Club tonight is welcome. We have plenty of beds and blankets. Any one wanting to stay up and party, the bar’s open all night, and so are Roxanne’s turn tables.

    Brunch will be served tomorrow, and the Minister of Justice will make her final post to wrap up WAAGNFNP business, as promised. So until then, no one has to say their final good-byes just yet.

    Me, I have to get ready to go to work. So I’ll see y’all in the morning...Pacific time. (And PZ better be there so I can collect on my hug and kiss!)

    Big thanks to everyone who came to the festivities tonight.

    Oaktown Girl
    Minister of Justice

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  12:44 AM
  233. Thanks to the Party faithful, in particular that fine public servant, the Minister of Justice, for organizing this noble event (which has been surprisingly mellow for a party of the apocalypse.) For your efforts, Oaktown Girl, you deserve to take home the giant jackpot that I assume will reward your sporting acumen. And thanks to Roxanne for the tunes. Contrary to the site listing, James Brown is not making it funky; John Lee Hooker is. Not a problem, however, as Mr. Hooker if fully competent to funkify. Hot tub, ho! (That’s an exhortation, not a slur, Madam Minister.)

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  12:47 AM
  234. Christian! Our beloved MOOAD officer! You are not too late!

    I hope you can get computer access tomorrow, so I’ll see you then.

    Party tonight, brunch tomorrow.

    Then I have a big surprise planned after that.
    (Bwahh ha ha ha!)

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  12:49 AM
  235. End of the party ...


    Posted by  on  01/14  at  12:55 AM
  236. Something to ponder over the night… We all know how that next book will look like:

    The Left at War

    but what about “Narrative and Disability”? Any ideas for covers? It cannot always be a floating head, can it?

    captcha “choice"… Should I stay or should I go? It is 6am over here in Germany so I’ll go. Thanks to all for the party! See you tomorrow.

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  01:03 AM
  237. Brunch will be paid for by my BlogAds revenue, by the way.  I hope y’all like grits.

    And burgoo.  Does anybody remember what burgoo is?

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  01:03 AM
  238. Ah, man. Burgoo seems like yesterday.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/14  at  01:05 AM
  239. Well, damn, I should give a specific time for brunch tomorrow so y’all aren’t guessing. Let’s say 10am Pacific time. I should be home from work for sure by then.

    If Our Leader or the Minister of Visual Propaganda would like to open the brunch breakfast before then, that would be just fine. (The omelette and crepe chefs will be ready when you are).

    Oaktown Girl

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  01:06 AM
  240. Oaktown Girl,

    Are you working all night and then coming to brunch?? 

    Michael, You really do need to use Adrian’s cover for the book.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  01:20 AM
  241. Throw mama from the train/a knish, a knish/
    I liked those naked butts. So cute and young, like at Abu Ghraib. MMMM MMMM!

    Posted by Hattie  on  01/14  at  02:03 AM
  242. Well I see that you have all had your “fun”. Potential star children my ass.
    Debauchery is perhaps an act of despair in the face of infinity.

    [Gojira sans body] Yes, it’s me. This is my cyberform. Like it?
    Hey Bill. Could you maybe help a fellacyberentity out with an IP address on the Q.T.?

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  03:00 AM
  243. 24-21, Saints was a pretty good guess.  (see posts 119 and 130)

    Do you like my dress?

    Or is this too much data (captcha)

    Posted by Anne Althaus™  on  01/14  at  04:07 AM
  244. Hi Gang ! I’m ready for the party, got my best dress on and ......

    Rats. I hate timezones. Must have been invented by a %#$%*&^%$#@#$^ing Man.(feminazi sulk).

    SAfrica and Pakistan poised on a knife-edge - or as near as cricket gets to suspense - I know you were all on tenterhooks.

    Thanks for everything, MOJ and cohorts too (captcha)

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  07:40 AM
  245. OG, thanks for the party last night!  Enjoy brunch this morning.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  10:00 AM
  246. Buffalo Gal in #86 - First, I’m sorry about your father’s death. 

    I had hints before that there was another Bufflo Gal on the internet.  This explains why people have been so nice to me.  I will change my posting name, once I think of something sort of clever. 

    captcha: french

    Maybe I can come up with something French, like “Fille de Beau Fleuve”

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  10:10 AM
  247. Yep, they suck, suezboo. I had to leave early, just when things were warming up! No fair.

    Hey, I think someone has some explaining to do…


    Posted by  on  01/14  at  10:12 AM
  248. Wow. It looks like we have some cleaning up to do. I suggest we start with Sharon’s psyche.

    I’ve created a brand new brunch soundtrack here. BONUS: You can launch a stand-alone pop-up player by clicking here.

    The request line is open.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/14  at  12:30 PM
  249. It’s those damn cats that Amanda Marcotte brought to the party. Last I saw them, they were out on the balcony singing “The Jets” songs from WEST SIDE STORY, sharpening their claws with somebody’s nail file....

    Cats: they’re such *animals!*

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  12:32 PM
  250. Man, that’s a lot of corn syrup and red food coloring up there. Hope it was worth it.

    Sorry about the multi-media. I was kept busy over at The Valve and just got burnt out. Master Holbo cracks a mean whip.

    However, I’m pretty good with crepes. If someone will see to the mimosa’s I figure we’ll be ready to serve in a short while.

    Anyone hear about The Cage Match of the Century. Donald Trump, Barbara Walters, and Rosie O’Donnel in a three-way on Superbowl Sunday.

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/14  at  12:36 PM
  251. When you’re a cat,
    You’re a cat all the way
    From your first Friday pic
    Til your last dyin’ day!

    They kept me up past 3, I’ll have you know.

    And Rox, yeah, that nasty Sharon thing up there is casting a pall over brunch.  I suggest we start cleaning out her psyche with the help of the Iraq Study Group.

    Posted by Michael  on  01/14  at  12:40 PM
  252. Roxanne: what, me? What are you saying?


    Mmm, shiny.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  12:45 PM
  253. Well, let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks quite yet

    There. I said it.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/14  at  12:46 PM
  254. Good moring everybody!
    My God Michael, did you arrange all that stuff in the room next to just by yourself?


    and who’s gonna play the piano?

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  12:47 PM
  255. "room next door” that is

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  12:49 PM
  256. and who’s gonna play the piano?

    I am told that Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber himself will be stopping by to entertain us.  It seems he was intrigued by the presence of singing cats on this thread.

    Captcha:  “lived,” as in “I can’t believe I have _____ to see this day.”

    Posted by Michael  on  01/14  at  12:53 PM
  257. cat.jpg

    Macavity! Macavity’s a mystery cat
    He’s called the Hidden Paw
    For he’s a master criminal who can defy the law
    He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard
    The Flying Squad’s despair
    For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity’s not there!


    Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity
    For he’s a fiend in feline shape
    A monster of depravity
    You may meet him in a by-street
    You may see him in the square
    But when a crime’s discovered then Macavity’s not there!

    He’s outwardly respectable
    I know he cheats at cards
    And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard’s

    PS: We apologize for the dummies we left in your bathroom. We were drunk on catnip, and it seemed like a good idea at the time to blow up those rubber dollz that the guys left behind. It was supposed to be a joke.


    Posted by  on  01/14  at  01:05 PM
  258. We need some pretentious ass scientist to get to the bottom of this.

    Captcha: The culprit is among us.

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya™  on  01/14  at  01:22 PM
  259. And again:


    The moments of happiness
    We had the experience but missed the meaning
    And approach to the meaning restores the experience
    In a different form beyond any meaning
    We can assign to happiness
    The past experience revived in the meaning
    Is not the experience of one life only
    But of many generations
    Not forgetting something that is probably quite ineffable

    Turn your face to the moonlight
    Let your memory lead you
    Open up, enter in
    If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
    Then a new life will begin

    Turn your face to the moonlight
    Let your memory lead you
    Open up, enter in
    If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
    Then a new life will begin

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  01:22 PM
  260. Hey, I’m no expert on show tunes, but something about that “Memory” song as sung by Adrian seems a little screwy…

    Did Sigmund Freud per chance get it on (professionally speaking) with Andrew Lloyd Webber last night?

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  01:36 PM
  261. Hey, I’m no expert on show tunes, but something about that “Memory” song as sung by Adrian seems a little screwy…

    Hey, that’s Andrew Lloyd Webber singing!

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  01:42 PM
  262. Andrew-Lloyd-Webber.jpg

    That’s *Sir* Andrew Llyod Webber to you, Mr. Adrian.

    And hush, you rascal. My appearance at this brunch later today is supposed to be a SURPRISE! Don’t forget to bring spinach and mushroom omelettes and fresh strawberries. They’re my favorite!

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  01:49 PM

    Welcome to the High Council Club’s extravagantly decadent (and delicious) Sunday Bruch!

    Image Hosted by ImageShack.us

    The early birds have been impatiently nibbling the bread and fruit, but now we can begin with the full feast! And this is, of course, a Champagne Brunch:

    Image Hosted by ImageShack.us

    Let’s just hope that PZ understands that just because he slept over at the High Council Club, he can’t show up for brunch in his underware.

    And Dr.Free Ride has promised her super-special Mimosas!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  02:04 PM
  264. We need some pretentious ass scientist to get to the bottom of this.

    Donkey Kong?

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/14  at  02:11 PM
  265. Oh man, I didn’t know we were going to be doing a fancy-schmancy hotel brunch spread.  I’ve been busy making something more homey:

    Brunch.jpg width=375 height=236

    That’s latkes, applesauce, spring salad, sour cream, mandarin orange sections, and (vegetarian) sausage patties.  The mimosas, of course, are at the bar.

    Also, that Lloyd Webber guy is creeping me out a little.  (Was Sondheim not available?)

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/14  at  02:19 PM
  266. That’s *Sir* Andrew Llyod Webber to you, Mr. Adrian.

    And hush, you rascal. My appearance at this brunch later today is supposed to be a SURPRISE!

    Sorry Sir! I didn’t want to distub your practice at home… Looking forward to your (captcha) “appearance”!

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  02:20 PM
  267. Sir can come, but he has to leave that crazy-ass Sondheim feller at home.

    Posted by Roxanne  on  01/14  at  02:23 PM
  268. I offer the scream-like yawn of the late to arise for the party. Sorry to have skipped.


    Anyhow, here’s one of those lists claimed by me to be heard in the arbitrary order presented by the shuffle function of iTunes that the kids on their intertubes share all the time these days.

    In my Own Dream Paul Butterfield
    Honky Tonk Train Blues Meade Lux Lewis
    Mr. Freddy Blues Meade Lux Lewis
    I’m a Hog For You Babe Clifton Chenier
    I Walk On Guilded Splinters Dr. John
    Tiny’s Boogie Woogie Tiny Grimes Swingtet
    Ain’t Misbehavin’ Django Reinhart
    Baby What You Want Me To Jimmy Reed
    Ruler of My Heart Irma Thomas
    Harlem Shuffle Bob & Earl

    BONUS ARGUMENT!!!11!!!!!

    CLAIM: David Sanborne’s saxophone solo on Paul Butterfield’s In My Own Dream is an unimpeachable marvel!!!1!!

    Cheers, Michael. Party on, all.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  02:26 PM
  269. 3.jpg

    Look it here, Missy

    We work as a team whenever we can. However, on this particular occasion, the call was for a man who specializes in orchestral cats.

    Sadly, no--I am afraid that Sondheim is not a cat man. He is more of a comic writer than I am. When you write us telling us to “Send in the Clowns,” we will send you Sondheim. But for today, you’re stuck with my dramatic flair and hair-raising theatrics, thank you very much.

    Great latkes and spring salad, by the way. I’m trying to lose weight, and this is just what the doctor ordered.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  02:27 PM
  270. The Minister of Justice rules no more talk of show tunes!

    Dr. Free Ride - be as comfortable as you like! We are!

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  02:40 PM
  271. bloody-mary.jpg

    Hey, I brought a special drink for Sharon. smile

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  02:47 PM
  272. Donkey Kong is a pretentious ass scientist? 

    I learn something new almost everyday.  Especially when I come to this blogue.

    Captcha: behind

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya™  on  01/14  at  02:49 PM
  273. look who’s outside wanting to get in:

    Remember them? Should we let them in?

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  02:50 PM
  274. Oh… the dancing under-aged badgers! They’re *adorable.* Of course we should let the little winos in!

    captcha: all, as in “All are welcome to our debauchery.”

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  02:57 PM
  275. Should we let them in?

    Sadly, No!

    Captcha: They will just make trouble, dress up as Ann Althouse, etc.

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya™  on  01/14  at  02:59 PM
  276. Well then we best (captcha) let them in!

    Cheers, Dancing Underaged-Badgers!

    Posted by Ann Althaus™  on  01/14  at  03:08 PM
  277. Hey, I think I left my shoes somewhere last night. Did anyone see a pair of gold pedal pushers?

    I think Bill Clinton might have stolen them when he was checking out my ankles in the bathroom with all those weird cats watching us. Did anyone else notice all the weird cats?

    Anyhow, if you see my shoes around here, please make sure to tell me. Shoes are so expensive, and that was one of my favorite pairs.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  03:10 PM
  278. That’s Herr Professor Doktor Donkey Kong.

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/14  at  03:11 PM
  279. Good morning everybody!

    I woke up en déshabillé under a Twister mat, covered in cat hair. You guys will let me know if anything untoward happened, right?

    Well, let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks quite yet

    Which is quite the pithier restatement of my favorite cautionary quote - and that I love to post over and over again:
    It’s got to be over before you can say, “That’s the best time I ever had”.

    [dancing badgers]
    Remember them? Should we let them in?
    Well, they were right there working in time with Mr. Marley very nicely when I showed up.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  03:11 PM
  280. I’ll have to take a break from breakfasting.... Thanks all of you, it has been wonderful. Truly a party and a brunch to remember. Thanks for having us, Michael!

    I’ll see all of you around…

    Posted by Adrian  on  01/14  at  03:12 PM
  281. While you enjoy your meal, here’s a Toast to the We Are All Giant Nuclear Fireball Friends and Faithful:

    It has been my singular privilege to serve as your Minister of Justice.

    What makes the WAAGNFNP so unique and a truly “Big Tent” party in the best sense of the phrase is not who we are, but what we do. And we most certainly got things done.  It would have been easy (and predictable) to have fallen into the trap of being bogged down in endless debates such as:

    What’s the best way to bring about the Giant Nuclear Fireball?
    Are we a political party or a cult?
    Must the Fireball be “Giant” or “Global”?
    Do we have a manifesto, or are we going to be manifesto-free?
    And what’s all this about “officers” and “ministers” - that’s a slippery slope!

    To our credit, all of those concerns (and many others) were discussed. Then, we did something earth-shatteringly extraordinary: instead of getting stuck, instead of allowing the whole movement to be derailed by bickering and petty personal agendas, WE MOVED ON. Yes, by never losing sight of the big picture - the GNF - selfishness was cast aside, and calmly, efficiently, and, when necessary, ruthlessly, we went about The Peoples’ Business of show trials, witch hunts, cage matches, and knocking the snot out of the wing nuts.

    So be proud, people! Be proud that you were there when Our Leader and Chairman-For-Life Michael Bérubé brought forth the genesis of the Party. Be proud that you were there when Chris Clarke first uttered those “throw away” words: show trial. Be proud that you were there when Oaktown Girl, future but not yet Minister of Justice pounced upon those words like a shark at a feeding frenzy, setting immortal history into motion. Be proud that you were there when Bill Benzon, Minister of Visual Propaganda, sent out the WAAGNFNP’s first irrefutable images of Truth, and also when he cunningly recruited the noble 3Tops for the Ministry of Justice and then brought to us our Guiding Light - She of the Immortal Vision - the one and only Gojira. Be proud that you were there when the brilliant demon, Lord Astaroth - Prince of Accusers and Inquisitors - first came unto the Ministry of Justice and the WAAGNFNP to lead us from mere goodness to GREATNESS in the way of Show Trials and Witch Hunts. Be proud that you were there when peter ramus, the Minister of Justice’s Supreme Attaché/Secretary to the Deputy Effectuator - Bureau of Lost and Stolen Appellations, gave us the most glorious cage match and show trial posters ever created on the innertubes (and quite possibly outside of the innertubes as well). Be proud that you were there when spyder, Minister of Offense and Defense, gave us the magnificent WAAGNFNP Credo and Loyalty Oath, and, along with his first officer, Tribunus Laticlavius Christian H., led the hunt and capture for that formerly most egregious of offenders, ex-Fugitive PZ Myers.

    But most importantly, be proud of yourselves. You are the amazing people of the WAAGNFNP who are too numerous to name individually and who have performed acts of Party Patriotism too heroic for words. Without each and every one of you, none of this would have been possible.

    So on behalf of the entire High Council and Our Leader, we thank YOU for YOUR service.

    Oaktown Girl
    Minister of Justice

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  03:13 PM
  282. Thank *you,* Oaktown Girl, 3Tops, M. Bérubé, Anne Althaus,™ and all of the many others who have proliferated here.

    I, too, must now leave this brunch and do some things. But I will be back a little later to see if the festivities are still ongoing.

    In a non-ironic way, I would like to say that it has been a true pleasure to be part of this community. It sometimes feels like you are all more “real” than real-life. And of course, you *are* real. I hope we will all stay in touch.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  03:21 PM
  283. We Are All Giant Nuclear Fireball.  Now Party!

    Captcha: dark

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya™  on  01/14  at  03:24 PM
  284. What if a dangerous professor announced that he was quitting his blogue and the commenters just never left?

    Posted by Dr. Free-Ride  on  01/14  at  03:24 PM

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    Dear Friends -

    After this glorious period of fusing which we’ve all enjoyed, it is now time to enter the “splitting” phase.  I assure you that even though we may be separating, your Loyalty Oaths are, and ever will be good in the eyes of the Ministry of Justice. Gojira willing, one day we will fuse once more.

    We have thirteen superior MOOAD (Ministry of Offense and Defense) Hounds that need to be adopted by Party members. Do not worry about the expense; it will be billed to PZ Myers since he’s the reason we had to get them in the first place. As they have been specially bred for MOOAD and the MOJ from the original Hounds of Hell, Lord Astaroth assures me that they don’t shed, nor will they trigger any allergies. Also, they’re great with kids, other pets, and are only aggressive when they are on The Hunt in the glorious service of MOOAD or the Ministry of Justice.

    Our Beloved 3Tops has been a fierce Chief of Special Projects with the MOJ, but underneath that tough exterior, she needs lots of love. She’ll be back full-time living near MVP Bill Benzon’s place. So if you are there, give her lots of hugs and pats. She doesn’t mind photos for WAAGNFNP members - all others beware. So when you are out Bill’s way, please go see her, and drop a line on one of the WAAGNFNP-friendly blogs to let us know how she is doing. I don’t think anyone wants Our Leader to return more than 3Tops. She loved being useful, and boy, did we ever need her.

    Gojira will hopefully send a final message to us through her usual channel - MVP Bill. Astaroth, both “Classic” and “2006”, will return to spending most of her/his time in the Other Worlds waiting for the WAAGNFNP to fuse once more and re-commence the greatest show trials and witch hunts of the 21st Century internets. You may also find Astaroth from time to time at PZ’s place because, you know, they’re tight now. But unfortunately, you won’t be able to see her/him because ScienceBlogs don’t take images in the comment threads.

    Stay tuned - important news coming next.

    Oaktown Girl
    Minister of Justice

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  03:36 PM
  286. then they’d have to open a new entry because this comment section is impossible to scroll through.

    what do you say we pick a random f(old) riday and go post there?

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  03:37 PM
  287. i>What if a dangerous professor announced that he was quitting his blogue and the commenters just never left?</i>

    Well, the Thread Load Time would grow exponentially and at some point reach the Comment Horizon. After which the blogue would begin collapsing in on itself, reposting over and over again, but with no information escaping to the outside world.

    Something like this:


    And then We Acclaim Spacetime’s Triumphant End,

    and walk away, ... silently.

    Posted by  on  01/14  at  03:53 PM

    Without the protection of Our Leader, the Ministry of Justice is unable to guarantee the security of all the highly classified documents of the WAAGNFNP. Once Our Leader signs off (which will be very soon), BushCo will come after us with a vengeance to learn the source of our power and how we became such a major force in the World Arena so quickly. No hole will be deep enough, no shredder will be fine enough, no fire will burn hotly enough to keep our secrets in tact.

    Therefore, the WAAGNFNP Headquarters which houses the Ministry of Justice, and the 7-Story High Council Club will be nuked.  Imminently. Gojira will prevent radiation from spreading, but the destruction will be absolute.

    If you have anything that you want destroyed to the point where for all practical purposes it never even existed, (love letters, diaries, video tapes, your Donny Osmond record collection, etc.) please get them to the Ministry of Justice or the High Council Club at once. I’d say within the hour.

    MOOAD has already set the bombs. When I sign off here, I’ll be sending the code to Our Leader.  Once he hits that button - it’s over.


    Yours in Service,

    Oaktown Girl
    Minister of Justice

    Posted by Oaktown Girl  on  01/14  at  03:55 PM
  289. Gojira Green, and pushing beyond the border:


    “Beam me up, Scotty”

    captcha: we are all giant nuclear fireball now PARTY

    Posted by Bill Benzon  on  01/14  at  04:03 PM
  290. Why does Gojira have a map of Columbus, Ohio, behind his head?

    captcha: field.  I’ll be out standing in the field.

    Posted by ifthethunderdontgetya™  on  01/14  at  04:08 PM

    Posted by Old Tom  on  01/14  at  04:36 PM
  292. (Sorry to have missed the party, but..)

    I’ll do your “Wasteland” one better, Old Tom, and give you Yeat’s “Sailing to Byzantium,” as quoted by and commented on by our own fearless leader here:

    O sages standing in God’s holy fire
    As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
    Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
    And be the singing-masters of my soul.
    Consume my heart away; sick with desire
    And fastened to a dying animal
    It knows not what it is; and gather me
    Into the artifice of eternity.

    You just can’t get any more incendiary-yearning than that.

    Posted by Dr. Virago  on  01/14  at  05:33 PM
  293. OK, this one time we’ll grant your wish, because this blog has now been fully consumed and gathered.

    Posted by Sages  on  01/14  at  06:05 PM
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  295. PS: I would have 70-573 *never* impersonated Bill Clinton had I known that he’d previously 646-204 been banned from this blog for being a great big wanker. As for Anne Althaus,™ we believe she is totally unrelated to Ann Althouse, and thus CISM not protected by the provisions outlined by Michael’s Attorneys. PS: I would have *never* impersonated Bill Clinton had I known that he’d previously been banned from this blog for being HP0-S25 a great big wanker. As for Anne Althaus,™ we believe she is totally unrelated to F50-531 Ann Althouse, and thus not protected by the provisions outlined by Michael’s Attorneys.

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  296. Without the protection of Our Leader, the Ministry of Justice is unable to guarantee the security of all the highly classified documents of the WAAGNFNP. Once Our Leader signs off (which will be very soon), BushCo will come after us with a vengeance to learn the source of our power and how we became such a major force in the World Arena so quickly. No hole will be deep enough, no shredder will be fine enough, no fire will burn hotly enough to keep our secrets in tact. 642-067 \ 642-359 \ 642-972 \ NS0-154 \ OG0-093 \ 642-504 \ 642-731 \ 642-971

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  298. Without the protection of Our Leader, the Ministry of Justice is unable to guarantee the security of all the highly classified documents of the WAAGNFNP. Once Our Leader signs off (which will be very soon) Air Mass Meter

    Posted by  on  04/03  at  07:51 AM
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