Comments on: Run! He’s Writing a Poem

By: Crys

Crys — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 21:27:46 +0000

you are taking this verra seriously. i blog because i want to verbally barf somewhere, because sometimes the barf wells up to your throat part and that’s when you know it’s gonna blow. and so then i blog. lots of it is utter rubbish and some of the people who comment are concerned, encouraging, disdainful or sycophantic. i don’t care because it’s about the barf.

i normally don’t like talking about barf, but look how many times i just said it in this comment. THAT’S progress. that’s growth!

By: Helena

Helena — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 22:04:18 +0000

Neil, you’re ridiculous.

Barful of strangers trumps wife ANY day.

By: TRO

TRO — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:13:43 +0000

I’m late to this game, but if you are gonna get your penis caught in a vehicle at least get it caught in a real car like a Chevy Tahoe or a Vette.

By: » Compie Update & me ordering you to be my poem writing slaves.

» Compie Update & me ordering you to be my poem writing slaves. — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 05:02:38 +0000

[...] Neil did this fun thing where he wrote a poem with a friend… it’s really very good, go read it. [...]

By: VDog

VDog — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 20:10:44 +0000

That would be so hawt if you flirted with me inappropriately.

But I guess that would mean that first you’d have to think I was a hot mommyblogger. Hmm.

By: Monica

Monica — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 15:56:41 +0000

Since we’ve had sex repeatedly, I’m allowed to say that I love you. And I’m allowed to comment even if you’ve already got one thousand. I’m special.

Ahem. I really like this post. There isn’t one single time you write something, anything, that doesn’t make think and feel connected. And relate. It feels good. Oooooooohhhh aaaaahhhhhhhh!

I can’t get enough of you, Mr. harmless lover boy

(As charming as you are, I seriously doubt the ‘harmless’ part)

God forbid you were ever Mr. Dooce. What a nightmare. My happiest times blogging was when I had about 15-20 everyday readers who I really connected with, learned from and more importantly had time for. There’s always more than that, but those were always there. And they connected between themselves, so the conversations were never-ending. Sure, readers don’t have to be friends. But. I like it better that way. With all the depth, that is. A small but faithful readership is my ideal. I know they’re there because they want to hear whatever it is that I have to say, good or bad, boring or not, and not because I can be (or can I?) entertaining. Or funny. I’m so not funny.

It comes as no surprise to me you’re so loved, mr. charming. You’re full of inspiration.

PS: Don’t come and comment on my post with no comments. Really. Don’t. I was born a loner *lmao*

By: Sarcastic Mom

Sarcastic Mom — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 07:15:05 +0000

In direct defiance, I shall comment (far) over 30 comments, and tell you I love you.

But you’ll see right through that, since it really is true… I only ever fall in love AFTER sex.

How’d you know?

By: Chag

Chag — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 05:57:06 +0000

Prius? PENIS! Prius? PENIS!

By: Peeved Michelle

Peeved Michelle — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 05:35:30 +0000

I don’t love you. I hope we can stay friends, though. I know everyone says that, but I really mean it. I do.

Stop calling me.

By: G. Savant

G. Savant — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 16:46:59 +0000

Penis stuck again,
In the trunk of a hybrid.
Prius loves me back.

There’s a little haiku I wrote for you. Enjoy.