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you make the call (and then i ignore the call)


 

This blog now embarks on its usual August siesta – a month devoted to using the latest in vacation technology (ie. beer) to wipe the mind clean of celebrity detritus, including the names of Brangelina’s children and the fact of Heidi Montag’s existence.

Speaking of Heidi… I am beginning to think that a man of my age probably should not actually know who she is, or why she’s semi-famous, or how last week her garbage cans were crammed with nothing but used teeth-whitening strips, empty wine coolers and puppy skulls.

Assuming this blog returns in September, the topic may change. But to what? Politics? Bigfoot sightings? The rising menace of killer robots that will one day enslave and slaughter us all in a blood-soaked robocalypse? A pan-cultural history of flans?

In the spirit of democracy, I invite you to leave your suggestions below. At the same time, in the spirit of Michael Fortier, I feel no need whatsoever to be bound by the will of the people.


 

you make the call (and then i ignore the call)

  1. Yesssss – no more mention of the Brangelina brood, that would be niiiiice.

    But Scott, I do rely on you for my fix of Paris and Britney news items and I do hope you will remain up to date on their latest ventures and keep your loyal readers apprised, with appropriate commentary of course.

  2. Flans! Please, flans.

  3. keep doing what you’re doing

  4. Underpantlessness. That’s the big draw for me.

  5. Dude, your words are golden. Ignore the haters.

  6. My old friend Frank Valeriote in Guelph might need your smoooth talking, wordsmithing, green shifting, speech writing skills and abilities to defeat his bi-election foes Sept. 5. Trying to sell that green shift alone just might be to much for anybody to bear. I do miss your political contributions to the blogo-sphere but underpantlessness is a big draw for me also. How about underpantless killer robots running for office?

  7. Andy Rooney-like bellyaching has worked for him since Howdy Doody first suggested it. Can you grow crab grass-like brows?

    (Mind you I no longer watch him as religiously as before- like others we have been mysteriously conditioned to anxiously await what Claire Martin prognosticates about rain four time zones away. P. Saltzman would be proud)

  8. Don’t talk about the robots.

    The internet is not a safe place to talk about the robots.

    I thought you’d stopped mentioning the coming hordes for security reasons, and I was comforted to know that when the day comes (and it draws ever nearer) your silence would be ended by your triumphant return holding a mythical robot- destroying weapon. Like a grenade launcher, or a really big magnet.

    Now I fear they may be on to you again.

    Stick with undergarments, substance abuse and people who are famous for being famous. Go dark. The day is coming, and we’ll need your heroism if we are to survive…

  9. The Goot takes it in the boot. End of Story.

  10. keep it coming, it’s all flantastic.

  11. Go with the killer robots. You seem obsessed by them anyhow. Or pursue your favorite oeuvre, camel flatulence.

  12. Michael Fortier – think about it.

    It gets you back to politics instead of wasting space with celebrity drivel – that is at times humourous. But more importantly, you would be doing a public service by letting us know what the Honourably unelected member does with his days.

    If there is not enough on Fortier to write about, you can always start tossing out quotes from his colleague Cannon – Lawrence, is next to George W. in being able to spin a phrase.

  13. Ugh. Back to politics please.

  14. Since I have never Not-Agreed with anything you’ve said, and most times the way you’ve said it, whether about flans, Fortier or the famous (even if for being f%^&@’d up or flatulent), either I should have your job, or you should be me.
    Hmmmm…..

  15. Go Lisa

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