Later, turkeys.
I’ll be gone for the next three days, which I’m sure the world will survive, but what I’m not sure some you will survive is what I’m going to do as soon as I publish this post, which is turn off comments on the whole blog. I know! It’s so wrong.
But listen. If you knew how very, very, very many spam comments this blog got every day - which sit on my server until I delete them out of the spam folder - and how many legit comments get stuck in moderation every day - which sit there making those commenters feel rejected until I get them cleared - you would understand why I must do this. I simply can’t sleep at night if I think there is spam on my blog or that nice people think I hate them. So I’m going to relieve myself of any such worry but just shutting down commenting completely until I get back. Which I hate to do after that last post because I love-love-love hearing other people’s dog stories, even sad ones.
(I can’t find any grand “close all comments” function so I’m going to have to go through all the recent posts and do it individually, in which case the old comments will still be there but there won’t be a “Leave a Comment” box. Much older posts will still have the box but EVERY comment anyone attempts to leave will go to moderation.)
Also, I never did get caught up on email and there are several I really wanted to get to and I hope you forgive me. I’ve gotten some especially awesome reader mail lately that I can’t just ignore. And my bloggin’ friends… Nicki, Sheri, Cindy, Heather, to name a few. You wymmin-folk are my rock. I’ll holler at you next week.
I hope everyone has a lovely weekend. To help you get started, I leave you with some more demotivators, some sent to me by reader Jesse and others that I found in scary places. I’m pretty sure these things are the best part of the internet, ever.

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I think there is a gothopotamus living in my yard. I’m going to try to get my dog to kill it. Welcome home.
June 29th, 2008 at 11:03 pmI sent the “Tracey is wrong” one to all of my female friends. I think that they’re plotting my demise as I type this.
June 30th, 2008 at 9:22 amThat would be Kokopelli in the yard. Trying to get the inhabitants pregnant.
July 1st, 2008 at 4:05 amBut if you didn’t know……….def a wtf moment.

July 1st, 2008 at 4:22 am
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July 1st, 2008 at 7:56 amAnd quite possibly the best ever:

July 1st, 2008 at 7:59 amJuly 1st, 2008 at 12:52 pm