2008 Update: To forgive, as a cat burglar by a governor.
Rabbit rabbit, and fine holidays to you all. Waking Ambrose will return new year's day, God willing, the creek don't rise and the horsemen of propriety don't overtake me.
UPDATE! REMINDER! BONEHEAD ALERT!
If you want a copy of The Unionville Chronicles CD, please make sure I have an address. My email address is dpascover at mac dot com.
Word used to call attention to another's fault, as in "Pardon me," when someone is in the way, or "I beg your pardon. Are you saying we will have to go A WHOLE MONTH without 'Waking Ambrose'?"
ReplyDeleteRabbit, Rabbit, and Auf Wiedersehen to you Doug.
ReplyDeleteIf you get lonesome you can alway just come to visit me on one or more of my blogs. I'll get an answer back to you.
Pardon: I beg your pardon, but I do believe that is my banana you're eating Mr. Rabit Rabit.
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Pardon. Sounds so much more polite than "huh?" or "what?"
ReplyDeletePardon me - rabbit rabbit.
Happy vacay from us though why you'd want to leave us for a month is beyond me.
Well, you never promised us a rose garden.
ReplyDeletePardon me for missing you in advance. *sob*
Rabbit stew.
ReplyDeletePARDON, v. Assault weapon, Wiersdo.
If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with "Merry Christmas" on his lips, should be ... buried with a stake of holly through his heart."
Or maybe a shard from a Wal-Mart entryway.
Happy Solstice, Doug, and we'll be awaiting your return.
Ha. You didn't dare to leave on the 1st of December, worrying about your luck of the month.
ReplyDeleteRabbit, rabbit!
I beg your PARDON! You're taking another vacation?! Why, you just had one last year! Shocking!
ReplyDeleteWhy do I think of Nixon and Patty Hurst?
ReplyDeleteBest of times, Doug.
Peace Out!
Doug you're like the postman. I can depend on you to be there. Ok maybe the postman is wrong as you would never go postal, but
ReplyDeleteI pardon you for leaving us and pardon me for making such a bad something
Rabbit, rabbit!
ReplyDeleteRabbit, Rabbit!!!!
ReplyDeletePardon: to be excused for something or from something.
Enjoy your month-long break.
I will pardon you for taking such a LONG blog break.
I'd like to receive a CD of those tales you done spun.
Season's Greetings and all that jazz!
:-)
Weirsdo, you'll scrape by, and it looks like there's a bear wedding to plan.
ReplyDeleteJim, I'll be by your blogs. I just need to consider the next round of saturday stories better than the last round. Bis bald.
Jenn, I'm leaving me, not you. (I need to write that down to use again.)
You are pardoned, TLP, for your prepartum.
Thanks, Amoeba. See you around.
Rabbit, rabbit. Everyone needs luck in December. Children are everywhere.
I know, Quilly. I'm a tapestry of greed.
Thanks, Mutha. You too.
Haha, Pia. One of these days we'll figure out what you are a bad one of. I'm still at a loss, though.
Rabbit, rabbit, Sis.
Of course, JD. The voice talent always gets a copy, I need your address again, though, to get to you in time for Christmas.
Well, pardon me. I come back and you run away.
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays.
Thanks, Actonbell. I've noticed that too, but I think what they are doing is making the verifiers out of real syllables now, which sometimes makes words.
ReplyDeleteNessa, I promise it wasn't fear of the monarch. Same to you.
pardon: the smoke from the fire.
ReplyDeleteHave a great holiday, my friend. I will look forward to your return at the new year! Be well and do good work...
Just remember that the horsemen of propriety have to stop at all railroad crossings.
ReplyDeletepardonnez nous for forgetting
ReplyDeleteit was already the 1st...
Rabbi Rabbi.
François de La Rochefoucauld said,
ReplyDelete"We often pardon those that annoy us, but we cannot pardon those we annoy."
Consequently I wish yo a lovely blog break, but I can not pardon you.
Oh my,late for the good byes,just back from a laptop-free sabbatical myself,though i seek no pardon...as for horses,,think of the three horses of apollo 13,rocky but a safe return...Peace,Patience,Blessings through-out time....Bear
ReplyDeleteDouglas, does this mean we can trash your place in your absence? You can pardon us after you return *swings from the chandelier*
ReplyDeletescreally: actual sound of joy while swinging from the chandelier
LOL Karma! Chandelier swing joy, funny.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Old Mule. You be well, too, and quote Garrison Keillor.
ReplyDeleteDeez, left, right then left?
Tu es pardonée, JJ.
Thanks, Coop. I'll try harder to annoy you in the new year. Maybe bring back Prattler.
You too, Bear.
Karma, the joint is yours.
Ariel, you are always there to encourage her. The key's under the welcome mat.
aha! the dawg is not away at all, he's lurking. waiting for you, ariel!
ReplyDeleterating: xxx
Doug! Are you in Mexico now? Or Germany? If the latter, I will not pardon your not stopping by Hamburg for a beer. Pardon my double negative.
ReplyDeleteI'm lurking too. Making sure Doug doesn't post behind my back.
ReplyDeletePardon my extremely long absence from the real world, which for me includes your blog. I beg your Pardon for playing continual hooky from any semblance of responsibility - it is so easy to be derailed when one has no purpose of daily routine. Cheers - happy holidays my dear Dog. Ariel - any room left on that chandelier?
ReplyDeleteGood,You are a stoic man-(no pardon request,no reply needed)- well back from from a wonderful T&G road trip...must say what a beautiful land we all share...if rome is going to burn ,one must tour the venues...travel is always good for the heart and soul...Blessing Now and Always....
ReplyDeleteTerry, plenty of room on this chandelier of lurkers, Karma is a petite and I take little room myself. :)
ReplyDeleteGood Morning World & of course Doug,going thru the mail,skimming over the stack of newspapers(did stop papers,just not long enough,as trip return was an up in the air decision)...the squirrels are at play,munching on seeds,birds gathered,autumn leaves cover the grounds,yes it nice to be home..oh but maybe one more trip before the year is out......Peace & Happy Travels
ReplyDeletei miss Dogg...
ReplyDeletehey, how come you get an
accent aigu on your typwriter,
and i dont? i live closer to
Quebec, even...oh well, at least
you didnt pick up on my false
grammar...or, knowing you,
you probably did.
hope you're enjoying your
holidays....xo
wow...the place looks a mess. I like it!
ReplyDeleteI brought mojitos!
OC wants in on the chandelier swinging. I'm headed for the mojitos!
ReplyDeleteOf course it is, Minka. Why do you think everybody's calling out "Merry Christmess"?
ReplyDeleteWe brought poke and beer.
Minka - that's pretty cool of you, especially since Iceland's tariff just went up on booze...
ReplyDelete*comes down from the chandelier* Got any tequila?
Pardon me while I burst...
ReplyDeleteA decade ago,
I never thought I would be,
at twenty-three, on the verge of
spontaneous combustion. -Woe-is-me.-
But I guess that it comes
with the territory,
An ominous landscape of
never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear,
I need you to see
that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like an imminent possibility
to me.
So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!
Not two days ago,
I was having a look
in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy
fried up above his knee.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcome vacation from
the burdens of
the planet Earth.
like gravity, hypocrisy,
and the perils of being in 3-D...
but thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!
Never be the same, yeah...
Pardon me, while I burst into flames...
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.
So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!
Never be the same, yeahh!!
Incubus
Hope you are doing great!
Hey! Whatdaya know?
ReplyDelete"There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you"
Poor ol' Doug. He misses everything.
Somebody call Sar!
wait... this is not my house... where the he** am I?
ReplyDeleteOnce in a lifetime... you know the rest.
have a merry merry and a happy happy.
meow
Hi Doug, enjoy!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, Joyeus Noel!
Happy New Year!
55+ Community, love it! Thank you.
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hi doug - long time no see! It's jodes from the stuff in my head. but i shut that down back in may got a new spot now and the coffee it hot. ;)
ReplyDeleteSomebody should bring the soup in from the yard because it'll be full of snail by morning!
ReplyDeleteferifier: foraver
Ewwwww....Ariel! In CA it's more likely to be slugs. Gross.
ReplyDeleteSlug cream soup yay!
ReplyDeleteFröhliche Weihnachten, Dougie!
ReplyDeleteFröhliches Weihnachten
ReplyDeleteto the Dawg and companions
I'm thrilled with my copy of the Unionville Chronicles - I think it is the most outstanding of all of your efforts
So it seems, K. Merry Christmas.
ReplyDeletePardoned, Indy. And Merry Christmas.
TLP, this is not the season for behind-the-back posting.
Terry, we have room under the table, too. Merry Christmas.
Blessings, bear. And berries.
Besides, Ariel, can't you fly?
Bear, the only cure for whiteline fever is a symptom or two.
JJ, it's all in the fingers. Happy holidays and hoarfrost.
Minka, there's a second refrigerator in the garage. What's a mojito?
Quilly, mi blog es tu blog.
Amoeba, help me start the fire for s'mores.
Terry, they're Brinnivin mojitos and explosive.
Shayna, all's well here and I hope by you and yours as well. Merry Christmas.
TLP, they are keeping me in nerd lockdown. If you remember when you wake up, the bail is set at a 2.4253 (10ln)
Merry merry, your own self, Sauerkraut.
Feliz navidad, amigo Jim.
Well, howdy, Jodes. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Ariel, snail's gotta eat, same as worms.
TLP, we got snails. Ain't we got snails.
Actonbell, you aren't helping.
Ariel, just because you say that doesn't mean we won't think you eat children.
Buon Natale, Al!
It was a joint effort, Terry and thank you.
All y'all, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, flea-free Festivus, et cetera.
Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeletePardon, but it's CHRISTMAS!!! So, Merry merry Douglas! Hope you're having a wonderful day. me
ReplyDeleteOur copy of the Unionville Chronicles arrived in a manner well suiting their stature -- they were delivered to my hand by the postal carrier -- on Sunday!
ReplyDeleteI hope you had a blessed and Merry Christmas!
Uhm ... why did Amoeba just walk past carrying a flame thrower?
ReplyDeleteHappy holidays Doug! Sorry to be so tardy. I could swear I came by earlier to say hello but I must have dreamt it. :-)
ReplyDeleteThrilled with the Chronicles... and the phone call put us over the moon ;) I know you were "having fun... wish you were here"...
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Mr.
Boldog Karoscny, Ariel.
ReplyDeleteTLP, I was. Merry Christmas.
It was grand, Quilly, thanks. Bless the postal shepherds. And, um, the botanist Innkeepers?
Kyah, I assumed it. Best to you and the family.
A-bell, may your new year be as punctual as your New Year.
Happy New Year, Ms.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
ReplyDeleteDoug -- yeah, at The Bate's Motel. Btw, your couch is on fire. You might want to put it out. Afterward, have a Happy New Year -- whether you want to or not.
ReplyDeleteI don't think you are required to have a happy new year. You're a curmudgeon after all. What would happen to your personality if you were happy? I worry about that all the time.
ReplyDeleteHappy (BOOOM!!) New Year, Doug. Who needs flamethrowers when you have dynamite in the hands of every other citizen of Hawaii?
ReplyDeleteI can't believe this. wv=gorowls.
Happy New Year !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Peace Blessings Prosperity
ReplyDeleteTLP is right. Happy people make lousy bloggers.
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