Comments on: These are the days of his poop. http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/ Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis. Sat, 09 Oct 2010 11:54:40 +0000 hourly 1 By: Medizina http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/comment-page-1/#comment-754 Medizina Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:32:43 +0000 http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/27/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/#comment-754 Funny! I had a good laugh with Xtina's comment. I could totally picture your drama. It was a horror picture. Thanks for ah..sharing. Funny! I had a good laugh with Xtina’s comment.
I could totally picture your drama. It was a horror picture. Thanks for ah..sharing.

]]> By: Organic Mutant - » You said we were make believe and I thought you said ‘maple leaves’* http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/comment-page-1/#comment-206 Organic Mutant - » You said we were make believe and I thought you said ‘maple leaves’* Sat, 23 Sep 2006 19:07:40 +0000 http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/27/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/#comment-206 [...] The internets is so funny. Sometimes I experience meta-jealousy about the cool lives that peoples lead. I think of my quotidian struggles that revolve around developmental milestones, diapers, and spills. Then a writer who makes interesting cultural commentaries on life, the universe, and everything makes a little err and I swoop in via email with my erudite corrections and experience a moment of meta-Schadenfreude. To wit: “Did anyone happen to catch the news today when several elected officials–liberal and conservative–were rebutting Hugo Chavez’ insulting comments about Bush II? Nancy Pelosi, who I respect a great deal, in a press conference, seemed a wee bit flustered. I could have sworn, correct me if I’m going deaf (which is a possible side effect of years of punk rock and house music), that she said that Chavez “fancies himself a modern day Simone BeauDevoir.â€� I tried to double check this online but came up empty windowed. Could this smart, sassy politician possibly have uttered such a malapopism? Perhaps only noticable to the intelligencia (so was it really a malapropism since most of the country is part of what Mike Judge terms an “Idiocracy“), Pelosi was referring, I assume to Simone de Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre’s feminist partner for years. Apart from the name error–BeauDevoir in French actually translates into, “Handsome Assignment,â€� isn’t that an odd reference? Comparing a South American dictator to a feminist existentialist. It’s kind of like Dada. I just don’t get it.“ [...] [...] The internets is so funny. Sometimes I experience meta-jealousy about the cool lives that peoples lead. I think of my quotidian struggles that revolve around developmental milestones, diapers, and spills. Then a writer who makes interesting cultural commentaries on life, the universe, and everything makes a little err and I swoop in via email with my erudite corrections and experience a moment of meta-Schadenfreude. To wit: “Did anyone happen to catch the news today when several elected officials–liberal and conservative–were rebutting Hugo Chavez’ insulting comments about Bush II? Nancy Pelosi, who I respect a great deal, in a press conference, seemed a wee bit flustered. I could have sworn, correct me if I’m going deaf (which is a possible side effect of years of punk rock and house music), that she said that Chavez “fancies himself a modern day Simone BeauDevoir.â€� I tried to double check this online but came up empty windowed. Could this smart, sassy politician possibly have uttered such a malapopism? Perhaps only noticable to the intelligencia (so was it really a malapropism since most of the country is part of what Mike Judge terms an “Idiocracy“), Pelosi was referring, I assume to Simone de Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre’s feminist partner for years. Apart from the name error–BeauDevoir in French actually translates into, “Handsome Assignment,â€� isn’t that an odd reference? Comparing a South American dictator to a feminist existentialist. It’s kind of like Dada. I just don’t get it.“ [...]

]]> By: spider rick http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/comment-page-1/#comment-189 spider rick Fri, 28 Jul 2006 21:21:35 +0000 http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/27/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/#comment-189 Also, a comical coincidence: the new \'baby\' blog over at sfgate.com is called, wait for it, \'<a href=\"http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/parenting/index\" rel=\"nofollow\" rel="nofollow">the poop</a>\'. Also, a comical coincidence: the new \’baby\’ blog over at sfgate.com is called, wait for it, \’the poop\’.

]]> By: xtina http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/comment-page-1/#comment-188 xtina Fri, 28 Jul 2006 19:56:26 +0000 http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/27/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/#comment-188 doot, totallygross! but what a relief to wake up and realise it's just a dream. doot, totallygross! but what a relief to wake up and realise it’s just a dream.

]]> By: spider rick http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/comment-page-1/#comment-186 spider rick Fri, 28 Jul 2006 16:25:52 +0000 http://www.organicmutant.com/2006/07/27/these-are-the-days-of-his-poop/#comment-186 I rarely focus on the input/output equation to such a degree in my own time. Although, in this most organic of summers, i have given a new sense of importance to the types of input i consume. on another only abstractly related note... Last night I had the most bizarre of dreams. and as i don't want it to be a fpp, it will be documented in this comment. I was projectile vommiting for minutes on end. I had apparently eaten something (in my dream) that did not sit well with me. Rice of some sort. Then I didn't feel so good. Then I started throwing up. At first in starts and fits. But soon it ramped up - picture a firehose. I mean the sheer volume of the vommitted rice could no more fit in my digestive tracts than I could fit in Moula's carrying case. Notgonnahappen.com. Anyway, there I was, walking through the city streets, projectile vommitting some partially consumed mashup (ha!) of rice and godknwoswhat. It was hella fucking gross, yo. Then I woke up and felt totally fine. I rarely focus on the input/output equation to such a degree in my own time. Although, in this most organic of summers, i have given a new sense of importance to the types of input i consume.

on another only abstractly related note… Last night I had the most bizarre of dreams. and as i don’t want it to be a fpp, it will be documented in this comment.

I was projectile vommiting for minutes on end. I had apparently eaten something (in my dream) that did not sit well with me. Rice of some sort. Then I didn’t feel so good. Then I started throwing up. At first in starts and fits. But soon it ramped up – picture a firehose. I mean the sheer volume of the vommitted rice could no more fit in my digestive tracts than I could fit in Moula’s carrying case. Notgonnahappen.com. Anyway, there I was, walking through the city streets, projectile vommitting some partially consumed mashup (ha!) of rice and godknwoswhat. It was hella fucking gross, yo.

Then I woke up and felt totally fine.

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