I finally took a deep breath and started non-commenting here during the beginning of the Ken Layne (pseudonym for Werner Herzog, I believe) era. So I’ve written non-comments here for 18 years? Really? It’s only seemed like 17.
The other day, I mused about going back and pulling together some of my longer non-comments, mostly so I could call it “The Best of Notreelyhelping.” Or maybe “The Worst of Notreelyhelping.” But then what the fuck would I do with it? Besides snicker?
Ted Sturgeon (I think) said only a blockhead writes for anything but money, but Ted also entitled a short story “If All Men are Brothers Would You Want One to Marry Your Sister.” But jabbering here has been terrific fun, kept me writing almost every day, and the sheer volume of laughs has kept me sane during the last 18 years of shame and degradation the U.S. has wallowed in like an old pig on acid.
I do my best not to talk about it, but the real me is a professional writerer, though I gave up journalism because it was exhausting and didn’t pay enough. Good move, eh? I write in a completely different field, and that’s all I’m saying about that shit. Someday, perhaps when I have hours to live, I’ll come clean. Or not because fuck you I’m dying.
Anyway, happy 20th anniversary, Wonkette! I can’t count how many times life, work, or the world has been falling apart and I’ve clicked on the site and said, “Fuck, make me laugh Wonkette!” Usually it’s worked.
i wonder how many of us from the old old old days are still here (i started in 2006). used to comment a lot more. have no idea how to get my REALLY old comments.
I think the really old stuff is gone forever, given the changes in formats or services. The Disqus stuff is still out there, for good or ill. They’ll never take us alive.
2023 began with me recovering from botched knee replacement surgery on my right knee. It ended with my left knee being completely fucked to the point where I can barely walk across a room with a cane. But the orthopedist says it’s not serious enough for surgery.
“ Rapper VACÍO, who attended the party wearing nothing but a sock, was jailed for 15 days for petty hooliganism and fined 200,000 rubles ($2,100) for “gay propaganda.” ”
So, was the sock on his foot or over his schlong? Inquiring minds want to know.
Not tabs...Tabbies!]
It was twenty years ago today
Rebecca taught the band to play
They've been going in and out of style
But they're guaranteed to raise a smile
thank you for the week of cat pix instead of anyone bad 😻
I visited Pompeii this summer... One of the coolest experiences of my life!
I think I like movie kitchens the best. I like the kitchen and the herb room in the witches' house in the movie Practical Magic, for example.
I now know my epitaph (from the article about Ana Marie Cox (pbuh): “It will be very hard to prove malice.”
I finally took a deep breath and started non-commenting here during the beginning of the Ken Layne (pseudonym for Werner Herzog, I believe) era. So I’ve written non-comments here for 18 years? Really? It’s only seemed like 17.
The other day, I mused about going back and pulling together some of my longer non-comments, mostly so I could call it “The Best of Notreelyhelping.” Or maybe “The Worst of Notreelyhelping.” But then what the fuck would I do with it? Besides snicker?
Ted Sturgeon (I think) said only a blockhead writes for anything but money, but Ted also entitled a short story “If All Men are Brothers Would You Want One to Marry Your Sister.” But jabbering here has been terrific fun, kept me writing almost every day, and the sheer volume of laughs has kept me sane during the last 18 years of shame and degradation the U.S. has wallowed in like an old pig on acid.
I do my best not to talk about it, but the real me is a professional writerer, though I gave up journalism because it was exhausting and didn’t pay enough. Good move, eh? I write in a completely different field, and that’s all I’m saying about that shit. Someday, perhaps when I have hours to live, I’ll come clean. Or not because fuck you I’m dying.
Anyway, happy 20th anniversary, Wonkette! I can’t count how many times life, work, or the world has been falling apart and I’ve clicked on the site and said, “Fuck, make me laugh Wonkette!” Usually it’s worked.
Even when Werner Herzog was in a shitty mood.
i wonder how many of us from the old old old days are still here (i started in 2006). used to comment a lot more. have no idea how to get my REALLY old comments.
CHEERS TO WONKETTE!
I think the really old stuff is gone forever, given the changes in formats or services. The Disqus stuff is still out there, for good or ill. They’ll never take us alive.
2023 began with me recovering from botched knee replacement surgery on my right knee. It ended with my left knee being completely fucked to the point where I can barely walk across a room with a cane. But the orthopedist says it’s not serious enough for surgery.
I’m going for a second opinion.
Oroborus of Dumb is now my favorite phrase for 2024.
Could be the name of my new CW shit-stompin' RWNJ line dancing group though... as long as they dance in a circle.
“ Rapper VACÍO, who attended the party wearing nothing but a sock, was jailed for 15 days for petty hooliganism and fined 200,000 rubles ($2,100) for “gay propaganda.” ”
So, was the sock on his foot or over his schlong? Inquiring minds want to know.
So when does the Satanic Temple open a “public” school in Oklahoma to get some of that sweet taxpayer money?
What I want to know is, Where do you cook if all your counters are covered in plants?
Da list. Who got dat list?
Yay! Cat pics!
Yay! Cat pics!
Congrats on getting enough subscriptions. Also yay kitties!
But what about puppies?
Maybe that's for the next subscription milestone.