Orgy Porgy, Puddin’ and Pie
A few weeks ago, a discussion began on Brandon’s site about the cult of comments, and how as bloggers, we can become obsessed with getting this immediate feedback from our writing. We debated our fascination with, ambivalence toward, need for, love of, and internal conflict surrounding the instant gratification that can come from having this dynamic interaction with groups of relative strangers.
From this topic of dynamic interaction with groups of relative strangers, certain individuals drew the obvious connection, which of course, is the orgy. And on the seventh day, bloggers created the comment orgy. Because I love lists and appreciate structure, let me quickly explain the rules of engagement:
- Blogger is tagged to write an entry for comment orgy.
- Blogger writes an entry.
- Blogger strives to get as many comments as possible on said entry.
- Blogger passes the orgy baton (Eww.) to another blogger of his/her choosing.
- If blogger fails to get 100 comments, the orgy dies.
- If the orgy dies, shame will fall on that blogger’s house. Forever.
I was so excited to get tagged because I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I might actually enjoy leaving comments on other people’s blogs almost as much as I enjoy writing my own blog. Leaving comments on other sites is akin to running up and down a high-rise apartment building, kicking open random doors, yelling something funny or clever or poignant, and then running off to the next apartment.
I get to leave before anyone discovers that I’m telling the same story I tell at the Christmas party every year. Or that the joke they all laughed at was something I heard on late night television last week. Or that the top button of my pants is undone because they’re too tight for me now, and I’m hoping my long sweater covers that up.
My predecessors in this groundbreaking endeavor – Brandon, Romy, Pea, and Jen – each taught me the ways of the comment orgy. In the brief time we spent together playing the lute, feasting on wild boar, feeding each other peeled grapes, and eventually vomiting in a trough side by side, I learned so much about what it means to build a community through interaction via comments.
Having each successfully hosted a comment orgy at their respective sites, they pulled me aside to make sure I understood how these things worked.
“Talk about boobs,” said Brandon. He repeated this over, and over, and over.
“Yeah, that actually worked really well for me,” Romy added.
Pea shook her head, “I just talked about Salma Hayek’s boobs. Who can resist?”
“No, no,” Jen interjected, “The fastest way to 100 comments is to post a picture of your own boobs. That’s what I did.”
I tossed my throat-tickling feather in the trash, rinsed my hands in rose water, wiped my mouth on my toga, and said, “Guys, hey – it’s not that I don’t appreciate your advice, because I totally do. But when have you ever known me to talk about boobs? And post a picture of them? Come on, people! I wasn’t raised that way.”
So really, I’d like to think that we can start a lively and diverse discussion by talking about more intellectual endeavors, like politics or religion. I’d like to raise the level of discourse on this site to at least one notch above gutter. Frankly, I refuse to stoop to the level of showing pictures of boobs just to solicit more comments.
With that in mind, I thought we could start off this orgy with a different type of exhibition: one of art, rather than flesh. So below please find a series of still life photographs I was recently inspired to take as a tribute to my love of blogging. I trust that this will launch us into a more high-brow discussion of art, rather than a sinful display of lusty decadence.
Let the high-class orgy begin!
Filed under: General on December 8th, 2005
December 8th, 2005 at 4:28 am
I’ve kicked open the door to this apartment but I find myself standing in the doorway staring open-mouthed.
Rats.
December 8th, 2005 at 4:32 am
I don’t suppose you’d mind editing your post to turn picture number 4 the other way up and removing that redundant ‘t’ in “starting” while you’re there?
Yes, I’m closing the apartment door quietly and shuffling off now.
December 8th, 2005 at 6:15 am
I clicked on the link to Jen’s blog thinking that I would get to see a picture of boobs… but was saddened to find her that blog is decidedly boob-free. I’m kind of upset about that, you boob teaser!
To express my displeasure and profound disappointment, I shall not be supporting you in your quest to rack-up 100 comments. Sorry, but there must be repercussions for implying a link will provide boobage when it does not!
December 8th, 2005 at 6:15 am
Uhhhh… oops.
December 8th, 2005 at 7:04 am
Ah yes, high-brow boobie art. Nothing like a symbolic gesture.
You tease!
December 8th, 2005 at 7:09 am
TSF: Oh, uh, yeah… you’re the first one here. People should be arriving soon, so, uh… just make yourself comfortable. You can put on some smooth jazz if you want.
Consider yourself “T” free now.
As for the picture #4, I tried it flipped, and it disturbed me for some reason: more bulbs
December 8th, 2005 at 7:12 am
Dave2 – I should’ve known you’d be the first one to bust my chops for being too lazy to link to their actual posts. Links have been corrected, continue your boob hunt.
Kevin – I’ll bet that’s the first time the words “high brow” and “boobie” have appeared in the same sentence…
December 8th, 2005 at 7:34 am
This reminds me of the time when this girl, who sold her nails online, refused to acknowledge or even entertain the thought that there was something sexual about the whole act. Meanwhile her portfolio included a lot of pictures of her coddling round things in her hands or stroking long objects. Yeah, no, that’s so not about sex.
Just like these photos aren’t about boobs.
December 8th, 2005 at 7:37 am
Also, in non-boob, non-orgy related news … your comments refuse to remember me. I mean, I know that I’m not always (always? was I ever?) pithy and entertaining but man, it hurts a girl’s ego to come by and have to introduce myself over and over again. “Yeah, hi. Uhm. Remember me? I was, like, just here. See the comment above? Yeah. That’s me, so can I just go right in? Oh. Ok. Well, sure. Yeah I suppose I can give you my name again. But, uhm, we just talked like 20 secs — Yeah, okay. Right. Well, never mind then. Sorry to bother you.”
December 8th, 2005 at 7:41 am
What? No pomegranates? I can understand having no melons since they are so obvious.
The bulbs are just pendulous no matter what way they face.
December 8th, 2005 at 7:45 am
Jen, those were the best non-boobs I’ve seen in a long time.
(And Dave2, there are boobs at my site! You just have to click a link. C’mon, don’t be lazy. This is an orgy.)
December 8th, 2005 at 7:52 am
Nature is so full of symmetry and perfection, isn’t it?
December 8th, 2005 at 7:58 am
Pea – Yeah, this bouncer here is really strict. He doesn’t even remember me! (On a duller note, I’m aware of a bug in movable type that I thought I learned how to fix, but every time I try to, it f’s up about 10 other things. So… when I have lots of time and patience, I’ll try again to fix it. Or I’ll promise to deliver Salma Hayek in a golden chariot to anyone who can tell me what I’m doing wrong…)
And I suppose all good art enables the viewer to see what they want to see. So I guess if you see nothing but boobs in some innocent fruit and light bulbs, well… I’m not sure I want to psychoanalyze you in this forum.
December 8th, 2005 at 7:59 am
Damn! Why didn’t I think of pomegranates?
December 8th, 2005 at 8:12 am
Oh, Jenny, you funny girl!
Rose water…toga….wild boar – I LOVE IT!
What I love most, though, is your willingness, NAY, your insistence to rise above such a medicore and, let’s face it, easy discussion of something like boobs to bring us the likes of this fine art.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:23 am
I feel violated, I think;)
December 8th, 2005 at 8:23 am
have you tried this tip from Adam Kalsey?
http://kalsey.com/2003/08/remember_me_movable_type/
I seem to remember that it did the trick for me when I was experiencing similar problems with MT.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:30 am
I can’t believe that you have sunk this low to get comments on your blog. I used to really like coming here. But, that was before you became a comment whore. And what good is a whore who won’t talk about boobs? A boobless whore that’s who. I would never sink this low, people come to my blog for more complex and meaningful reasons.
At my blog, all I talk about is boobs. Boobs, boobs, and more boobs. You should check it out.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:36 am
actually, what i originally said was talk about ‘boots.’
people hear what they wanna hear is all i’m sayin.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:07 am
The thing I love about comment orgies is getting to take a tour of the blogging world (I hate saying “blogosphere;” it sounds like puke when I say it) and seeing all kinds of talented people that I would not have otherwise seen.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:08 am
By the way, I love your boobie pics. Very creative. I see that becoming a meme someday too.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:09 am
Oh, and one more thing…
…yeah, I forgot what I was going to say.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:18 am
Ooh! Ooh! I remembered! I can’t believe I forgot that I was going to say how happy I am to have gotten here before the orgy ended this time! Hooray! It’s a miracle!
December 8th, 2005 at 9:20 am
Roxie – don’t worry, it’s all about the love. no one will ask you to do anything you don’t want to…
Brando – Oh, god. Is my face red right now! So… um, what kind of boots shall we talk about? Cowboy? Moon? Motorcycle?
Caitlinator – please keep all puking to the designated vomit troughs. House rules… and thanks for stopping by!
December 8th, 2005 at 9:34 am
i’m just glad to be one small pucker on the raging aureole of your orgy. may all your boobies have blue feet.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:36 am
I think we should talk about knocking boots, which seems a logical progression from the discussion of boobs.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:37 am
I love orgies!! Especially those that contain such lovely pix of tomatoes. You don’t see enough ripe tomato images anymore.
When you see two tomoatoes pressed together like that… which of the following do you think of first?
1. Bite, don’t squeeze
2. Squeeze THEN bite
3. Bite and squeeze at the same time!
#3 is my choice…. nothing like a ripe marinara… mmm.
(I dunno where that came from, sorry, I just really love tomoatoes. :/ )
December 8th, 2005 at 9:38 am
Also, I think dan’s already drunk. Personally, I’m having a hard time finding the bar. Very distracted by all the cleavage.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:47 am
Dan – a pucker on the raging aureole…? Dude, I’ve never put my clothes back on so fast in my life. Let me make you a stronger drink!
Jill – mini-bar is in the dining room, right next to the cat scratching post and my Precious Moments collection. Please be careful!
Jade – I just like to pop ‘em in my mouth all at once. Wait… are we still talking about tomatoes?
December 8th, 2005 at 9:49 am
oh my god, i totally fell for it.
i. am. so. slow.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:50 am
Yeah, but eventually you come across one (or two) that are too big to just pop right in… What do you do with the stuff that doesn’t fit?
That is the question…
December 8th, 2005 at 9:51 am
Whoever thought fruit could be such a turn on? What a great carton of racks.
Yeah, I may not have been prepared to bust the door open yet. Great post!
December 8th, 2005 at 9:54 am
I leave feeling both enlightened and hungry.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:00 am
You’re funny!
But then again, I think ALL Jen(n)s are funny.
Offhand I can’t think of an un-funny Jen(n). Can you?
December 8th, 2005 at 10:03 am
Of course, I mean Jennys and Jennifers are funny too. All variations on Jen(n), Jennie, Jennee, Genipher, Jennyfur,…etc.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:29 am
Jenn – Thanks! And I mostly agree, but honestly? Someone named Jennyfur has some major issues. I actually knew a girl who knew a girl whose name was Jennifer, but she went by the nickname “Fer.”
That’s just wrong on so many levels.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:40 am
You know… I knew deep down how many Jennifer’s there was in the world, but I never realized that all but about 3 of them were on the internet.
Here’s to Jennifer’s, Boobs, Lightbulbs (such a necessity!) and Wild boar meat.
Cheers!!
(Damn, I’m hungry now.)
-Jenny
ps. Thanks for allowing me to jump into the orgy and roll around.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:43 am
See? I knew if I said that word you’d think I was puking. No puke over here. But if that changes, I’ll be sure to use the receptacles.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:44 am
OK! I’m here. Sorry I’m late, but nobody told me about this one.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:44 am
P.S. Can someone please pass the tomatoes my way? Thanks.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:44 am
It’s because my boobs are small, isnt’ it?
***sigh***
December 8th, 2005 at 10:45 am
You know at my gym, I see quite a lot of boobs– I don’t look for them, they’re just there in your face, and sadly I’ve seen some that look like your art work there. Not a pretty sight.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:45 am
What if I promise to keep my shirt on this time. Can I stay?
December 8th, 2005 at 10:46 am
Oh screw that… I’m not waiting for permission. I see the mini-bar… sounds like the place for people like me.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:50 am
Watch out for the breakables!!!
December 8th, 2005 at 10:57 am
Breakables? I don’t see no stinking breakables!
December 8th, 2005 at 11:01 am
Yay – shari’s here! You’re always welcome, you know that. Just don’t hog all the scotch. (Pssst – the good stuff is in the cupboard above the refrigerator.)
OHMIGOD!!! Who knocked over my Precious Moments nativity set?!? Baby Jesus – where’s the baby Jesus? So help me, if he’s [crunch]… oh crap.
December 8th, 2005 at 11:04 am
Yeah! Politics! Religion! Intellectual endeavors! WOOOOOOOO!
December 8th, 2005 at 11:05 am
Speaking of pomegranates (a few comments ago, but I’ve always been a late bloomer), your pom post inspired me to buy a pomegranate–but you should have warned us about the orgy-like repercussions of pomegranate-eating: When I was done, I looked in the mirror and it looked like I’d been in a terrible accident. Red splatters everywhere. Pomegranates should come with, like, a condom for your face.
December 8th, 2005 at 11:10 am
You know, I heard somewhere that a pommegranate was the forbidden fruit that Eve gave to Adam oh so long ago. Makes sense…
But hey… if it doesn’t get all over the place, it doesn’t belong in your face!
December 8th, 2005 at 11:13 am
I thought I was late. But apparently everyone still has their clothes on. What’s up with that? And there’s lovely produce to play with, people! Let’s get going in here.
December 8th, 2005 at 11:14 am
I’m always a sucker for a good orgy.
OK, I just re-read the above sentence. Ewww.
December 8th, 2005 at 11:18 am
A Sucker! Oh good we could use you over there —>>>
haha!!!
December 8th, 2005 at 11:29 am
Um… does anyone want some cheese puffs? Or I have spinach artichoke dip in the kitchen. I found the recipe online…
I just got the Friends box set if anyone wants to watch that…
No? Okay. Um, well. Looks like you guys are busy. I’ll check back later.
December 8th, 2005 at 11:40 am
Stop talking about eating pomegranates.
Let’s drink them, Oprah style.
http://www.oprah.com/foodhome/food/recipes/food_20051123_drink.jhtml
December 8th, 2005 at 11:41 am
Crap. Bad link.
December 8th, 2005 at 11:48 am
I’m just here for the cheese puffs, and to say hello to Jenny. My back has only just gotten better from the last one of these, so I’ll not jump into the fray.
Hello, Jenny.
December 8th, 2005 at 11:50 am
I felt so sick…
December 8th, 2005 at 12:03 pm
Yeah a party! I never get to go to parties that aren’t for toddlers. Where would you like me to hang the pinata?
BTW the front page of my morning paper ran the headline “Disappearing Chicago”… I’m so worried for you Jenny. You really can live in my basement if you apartment vanishes. Just use your key.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:07 pm
Proud to be a first.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:14 pm
I think Kevin’s drunk, too. Me, I’ve had 14 body shots and a glass of what I thought was white wine (though Shari just told me it was lamp oil — Jenny, why do you have lamp oil?). And I’m compleep. . . compeepley. . . totally sober.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:18 pm
I’ll have to come back to read all the comments, but I’m just too excited to be number #62. Not that it’s momentus really, it just is. Well, it’s about 60 more comments than I normally get, so it’s really really cool!!
Anyways, great pictures, hysterical, well written blog as always!
December 8th, 2005 at 12:20 pm
Face condoms, boobs, orgies … I’m wondering when the thong-wearing, Brazilian models will show up here. I can’t take that kind of competition. No sir, keep me away from leggy, Portuguese speaking, butt-bearing beauties. They sicken me.
Wait, there are cheese puffs here?
December 8th, 2005 at 12:23 pm
Hello, Scott. Sorry ’bout your back. Feel free to relax in my Barca lounger. Just watch out for the cats.
4of5 – mmm… can you make a pitcher of those? Please?
Dr. G – worlds collide! worlds collide! I thought you weren’t getting into town until next Thursday. It’s not what it looks like… I barely even know these people, honest!
Christie – pinatas should all go in the recreation room by the foosball table and Chinese checkers set. Cool!
Kevin – you mean at my first orgy? Who says this is my first? Okay… the fact that I made cheese puffs probably gave that away, didn’t it?
*jill – I wondered where all my salt and limes went. Dang, girl! And maybe sometimes I like to put my hair in a bun, dress like Holly Hobby and read by the gentle glow of an oil lamp. Is that so wrong?
December 8th, 2005 at 12:24 pm
Dear Jenny,
I don’t know whether I should be shocked by your boob orgy or impressed.
Love,
Vivian
December 8th, 2005 at 12:25 pm
Scott – The last comment orgy caused you back injury?
(I miss ALL the good stuff.)
December 8th, 2005 at 12:26 pm
And dear Jenny,
This is great and everything, but it doesn’t quite compare to the orgy you organized in 1995.
Love,
Vivian
December 8th, 2005 at 12:29 pm
Dear Jenny,
Now I’m feeling nostalgic for fondue.
Love,
Jenny
December 8th, 2005 at 12:29 pm
Viv – you should be outwardly shocked and appalled, but deep down inside really impressed. As always.
Scarlett – I so much as see one conga line starting with a bunch of cha-cha girls from Rio and everyone is OUT OF HERE! Well, okay… maybe just one.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:29 pm
Dear Jenny,
I meant Vivian!!!!
Love,
Vivian
December 8th, 2005 at 12:33 pm
I know I’m not really drunk or anything, but I’m seeing double, Jenny. Double Jennys. You both look the same, but your voices are different. *room spinning* Oh, no. . . I think I need to lie down.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:34 pm
oh nooooooo. . . Triple Jennys! *sob*
December 8th, 2005 at 12:37 pm
Viv – oh god… I totally forgot about ’95. The cheese, and the chocolate, wow. Those were some good times, indeed.
*jill – No, no – see I’m “jenny” small “j.” But there’s another Jenny, capital “J” here too. And then Vivian just got carried away and pretended to be me for a minute. See – you’re not seeing double. Although after 14 body shots, I’m not sure how that’s possible.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:39 pm
Here you go, *jill – I think you should drink some coffee. And please try to hit the bucket by the bed, would you? You’re a doll.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:46 pm
You are funny. That is all.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:47 pm
“He who sees triple hath three eyes” -Matthew 4:12
Hi … so who’s on top?
December 8th, 2005 at 12:47 pm
P.S. GREAT orgy!
December 8th, 2005 at 12:56 pm
I’m just commenting because everyone else did. Oh, and someone said “boobs” and now I feel all endorphinous ‘n stuff.
December 8th, 2005 at 12:57 pm
Amanda B, you were on top of me, but now I’m on top of you. It’s just so damn busy in here. I’m getting very confused.
December 8th, 2005 at 1:07 pm
Just here to do my part! Has anyone seen my toga? I could have sworn I left it by the bar.
December 8th, 2005 at 1:11 pm
no boobs? what kind of orgy is this?
December 8th, 2005 at 1:13 pm
Damn. I left my toga at home. Let’s just get nekkid. It makes the body shots easier, anyway.
December 8th, 2005 at 1:14 pm
I’m a boob.
December 8th, 2005 at 1:25 pm
Okay, with all you people piling on top of each other, I somehow lost one of my cats. I would suggest you sloooowwly untangle yourselves from the monkey pile and don’t make any sudden movements.
And oh yeah! I ordered pizzas and gyros for everyone! The delivery guy should be here any minute.
December 8th, 2005 at 1:29 pm
[Knock, knock, knock]
Uh… hello? Delivery for Ms. AmadeoOOOHMIGOD! What the hell is going on here?!?!
December 8th, 2005 at 1:33 pm
/looks up, slowly, face covered in guilt/
That was your cat? Uh … sorry.
December 8th, 2005 at 1:34 pm
You wouldn’t happen to have a towel around, would you?
December 8th, 2005 at 1:44 pm
We are streaking the quad! Who’s with me?
Don’t worry, the boys will carry you *jill.
December 8th, 2005 at 1:47 pm
Art is cool and all, but sinful, lusty decadance . . . I mean who doesn’t LOVE that? (Besides Jesus.)
December 8th, 2005 at 1:50 pm
*still half asleep* wheeeeeeeee. . .
December 8th, 2005 at 1:55 pm
Wholesome lusty decadance…that’s how Jesus rolls.
Er I mean what I meant to say was YEAH WOOOOOO! WOO WOO! YEAH! etc.
December 8th, 2005 at 1:55 pm
okay, i’m out of my meetings and here to leave as many comments as you need to get…uh…
90?! You’re already at 90?!
it took me DAYS to get to 90! you, you, whore!
back in my day, we took our orgies nice and slow. but you kids and your fancy DSLs and wireless blueteeth and internets 2.0. it just disgusts me.
December 8th, 2005 at 2:00 pm
Surprised Dr. Green hasn’t beaten me to it…
What kind of bees make milk?
December 8th, 2005 at 2:00 pm
Here to contribute to the orgy (being a comment whore myself but not getting the satisfaction I crave…) Yay for over 90 comments! Go Jen Go!!!!
December 8th, 2005 at 2:24 pm
Aww, Peef. C’mon. Tell me you’re kidding! That was my favorite cat. That’s just wrong. Didn’t we go through this at the last orgy? Sheesh. [tosses towel]
Brandon – every day is a comment orgy at your site!
Oz – Umm… cow bees? I don’t get it.
Dan – Jesus loves us despite our lusty sinful decadent sins. That’s what Pat Robertson told me.
Martha – ‘Sup. Togas on the left, Tony Curtis giving massages on the right. Make yourself at home.
December 8th, 2005 at 2:30 pm
Wow, can you feel it building…. you are almost there!
I swear I get back from lunch and there are comments everywhere… cats missing, pizza delivery boys at the door!
Whew. I need a nap.
December 8th, 2005 at 2:35 pm
really love your peaches, want to shake your tree….
December 8th, 2005 at 2:38 pm
i am just so glad to have made it in under 100.
(romy is going to feel so left out, did anyone call her?)
December 8th, 2005 at 2:41 pm
hey, brando, nice boots.
did alex pick them out?
cool.
is alex here? becaues i’d really like to talk to her. you know, just to… talk. no, really that’s all! but is she here?
December 8th, 2005 at 2:41 pm
Whoa, I think I hear ducks somewhere…
December 8th, 2005 at 2:42 pm
QUACK QUACK QUACK!
December 8th, 2005 at 2:43 pm
I knew it. (When all else fails, quack. It makes for interesting orgies, anyway.)
December 8th, 2005 at 2:45 pm
I love participating in orgies at work… Good Lord, i am gonna get fired!
Hey… now THATS an idea!
Good one!
December 8th, 2005 at 3:00 pm
I didn’t see any boobs.
I was promised boobs if I came to the orgy.
All I got was produce and hardware.
So that’s negative one comment I suppose…
…well crap, I see that you’ve already gone over 100…
December 8th, 2005 at 3:54 pm
Cum on Jen, not cow-bees!
BOOBIES! (or boob-bees is acceptable)
December 8th, 2005 at 4:02 pm
This is so funny! I have a normal “myspace” page, but I made another, naughty one and included a photo of my butt on the profile.
There’s practically no action on the normal one, but I’ve gotten almost 600 hits on the booty one, in about a week!
Yep. Boobs & asses get the attention!
December 8th, 2005 at 4:18 pm
Yay! Even with toadman’s anti-comment, we still broke 100!! Now we’re going for 1000 – c’mon people. Clean yourselves up, drink some Red Bull, and get right back on that horse.
Peefer! Peefer – that was a figure of speech, for god’s sake! Leave the poor horse alone!!
December 8th, 2005 at 4:33 pm
I got a toga and a drink… now for the massage… How’m I supposed to get all the way over there? There are too many people piled on the floor….
December 8th, 2005 at 4:44 pm
Highbrow art always puts me in the mood for some nice juicy…tomatoes.
December 8th, 2005 at 4:50 pm
*Jill? *Jilly? C’mon sweetie, let’s get you some coffee. That’s it. I gotcha, you’re going to be just fine.
December 8th, 2005 at 4:52 pm
Uh, Jen? Yeah, next time your Amish mood strikes, maybe you should put the lamp oil in an oil container instead of an old chardonnay bottle?
December 8th, 2005 at 4:54 pm
Oh, and nobody eat the “puddin'” Jenny mentioned in the title… Peefer and the cat were wrestling in it. Just sayin’…
December 8th, 2005 at 4:55 pm
But the pie? Yeah, I’ll have some of THAT, please!
December 8th, 2005 at 4:58 pm
No, not the cheese puffs…. the PIE. Ah, looks delicious. And I’m really hungry after carrying *Jill upstairs to sleep it off. Check on her in 20 minutes or so will you? Thanks!
December 8th, 2005 at 4:59 pm
You’re such an accomodating orgy hostess. Thanks for the comment editing and the bonus pendulousnessnessness.
You know, I had your page open all day today and I kept refreshing and there were only 4 comments on it. I’d been feeling sad and worried for you when here you were all along, bending over backwards for everybody. Thank goodness!
[PLEASE let me click this button and NOT notice any typos seconds later…]
December 8th, 2005 at 5:08 pm
Oh thank god you’re here, Shari! *jill’s in big trouble. She’s been talking crazy all day, doing shots, running nekkid around the quad with 4of5 – it’s out of control! Here, have some pie.
TSF – I’m so very touched that you were worried I had killed the meme. And I’m so very mortified that you saw me bending over backwards… I swear I’m not usually that limber!
December 8th, 2005 at 5:46 pm
Yay!
December 8th, 2005 at 7:22 pm
Okay, I don’t want to alarm anyone, but there’s about 5 inches of snow on the ground already in Chicago, and they’re forecasting another 5 by midnight. I’m afraid we’re all snowbound, my friends.
Bring out the Twister!
December 8th, 2005 at 8:12 pm
What an awesome post. LOVED IT. I’m so glad Brandon mentioned it on his blog because now I’ve found yours…and it’s great!
Well done on the orgy, too.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:12 pm
I just wanted to be a part of this historical, ground-breaking cluster comment. My attention span isn’t really robust enough to read, uhm, like, one hundred eighteen comments, but I did see on the news that it was snowing in Chicago, so, I have to back you up on that one hundred percent.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:19 pm
i feel like such a dud. i mean, i’ve been busy and all, sure, but DUDE I TOTALLY MISSED THE ORGY.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:20 pm
and now i feel sort of like i’m looking at a bunch of leftover vegetables.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:21 pm
oh, wait.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:23 pm
never mind, false alarm – those were lightbulbs.
December 8th, 2005 at 8:29 pm
It’s over? I found you again! Maybe its just a lull. Hi!
December 8th, 2005 at 8:30 pm
um …
i have a question.
why am i the only one topless?
and why are you guys all in boots?
and what is peefer doing with that cat??
i’m gonna go sit in the corner. shari, pass me the lampoil, would you?
December 8th, 2005 at 8:49 pm
Hey JayMarie. Good to see you here. But Oh My! Did you ever see that Dharma and Gregg episode?
December 8th, 2005 at 8:55 pm
Romy!!! I was worried you got caught in the snow! Here, have some cocoa with smarshies and schnapps instead of the lamp oil. Trust me on this.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:22 pm
Hey – I’m back and Romy finally got here! I was so worried your car got stuck in a ditch or something. I just had to make a quick run to the bodega down the street to pick up a $6 half gallon of milk and some sour cream and onion Pringles for us.
We’re in for a bumpy night!
December 8th, 2005 at 9:24 pm
Time to put some music on people!
Everybody dance now!
December 8th, 2005 at 9:29 pm
Where’s my cardboard? I’m ’bout to break it down for you.
[pushes coffee table against sofa, rolls back rug]
Anybody seen Breakin’ 2 – Electric Bugaloo? Special K ain’t got nothin’ on me. That Ozone would’ve been all mine.
December 8th, 2005 at 9:57 pm
Jenny,
The Council of Comment Orgy Veterans has never had to intervene and bring a comment orgy to a halt, but if you mention Breakin 2 one more time we may need to set a precedent. This is an orgy. Please show it the proper dignity and respect it deserves.
Oh, has anyone seen my corset? It would have been stained with campari.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:05 pm
*sheepishly undoes all the buttons from corset she has been wearing around over her peacoat*
but … brandon, it looked so good with my boots !
December 8th, 2005 at 10:07 pm
shari, that cocoa sounds great.
only, hold the smarshies.
oh, also? hold the cocoa.
what can i say, i’m a schnapps purist.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:07 pm
Brandon – it’s one thing to call me out for my love of poppin’ and lockin’, but it’s another thing entirely to throw a corset in my face. You know how I feel about them! Why don’t we all just gather ’round the fireplace and get Patricia to read to us from Pride and Prejudice?
Oh, I’ve made a horrible mess of things. That’s it… time to bring out the Jell-O shots!
December 8th, 2005 at 10:10 pm
Romy! Not you, too? God… this orgy is taking such an Elizabethan turn. What on earth can I do to spice things up a bit?
December 8th, 2005 at 10:15 pm
[eyes the empty bottle of lamp oil near Shari’s feet]
I know! Spin the bottle! Everybody get in a circle! C’mon, it’ll be so much fun!
[spins bottle, spraying tiny droplets of oil across room, igniting the livingroom curtains and Brandon’s corset]
NOOOO!!!!
December 8th, 2005 at 10:33 pm
great, jenny, you had to go and start a FIRE just when the bottle was pointing at peefer …
December 8th, 2005 at 10:34 pm
oh.
did i drink all that lamp oil?
man, jenny, where is your vomitorium?
December 8th, 2005 at 10:42 pm
Sorry Romy, but as you may recall, Peef’s a bit shy anyway. I just would have had to drag him out of the bathroom again.
And I’m pretty sure you and shari polished off the oil. Hope you don’t have a delicate stomach…
December 8th, 2005 at 10:42 pm
WHOA!-swings door wide open…What happened to the party? I almost froze to death running around naked in the snow. It’s a good thing I grabbed that Santa hat before I left. I ran into Nomar while I was out there, he was rambling about how he misses Boston, but I won’t take him back, it’s too late.
Is there any of that lamp oil left? I am freezing.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:48 pm
Hey 4of5! Welcome back from the quad!
Well, all the oil’s gone, but you can warm yourself by the burning curtains. Looks like the sofa’s starting to catch fire, too, so that should be nice.
December 8th, 2005 at 10:53 pm
Sweet! Thanks. As long as the cat doesn’t catch on fire, that would really add to the bevy of odors we already seem to have going on in here.
December 9th, 2005 at 12:57 am
Nice bulbs.
December 9th, 2005 at 12:58 am
I know, even I thought that last comment was lame.
December 9th, 2005 at 5:12 am
Patricia wrote
Not suprising. Blogs are not so good with faces, but they never forget boobies.
December 9th, 2005 at 8:07 am
[shuffles into livingroom, rubs eyes, stretches and big yawn.]
Punch? Judy? C’mere sweeties – you hungry?
[sees cats playing with metal springs poking out of charred skeleton of sofa. Bitter stench of schnapps, lamp oil, and cured lamb meat hangs in the air.]
Oh dear. Thank god I took today off…
December 9th, 2005 at 8:58 am
I think I just saw Hef in the grotto.
December 9th, 2005 at 9:08 am
I hate showing up late for an orgy.
December 9th, 2005 at 9:29 am
/slides out from under charred couch/
Oh man, my head hurts.
December 9th, 2005 at 9:30 am
/sits up teetering/
I don’t remember a damn thing.
December 9th, 2005 at 9:31 am
/rubs pudding from eyes/
Did I miss anything good?
December 9th, 2005 at 9:31 am
[from kitchen, on way out]
Um. . . Jenny? Listen,I borrowed some clothes, okay? Tell Shari I said thanks for taking care of me and that I’ll call her when I stop burping lamp oil and cheese puffs. Erg… gotta go… Thanks for the par – [runs out, door slams.]
December 9th, 2005 at 9:31 am
Ga-
Gahh-
Gaaaak
/coughs up furball/
December 9th, 2005 at 10:00 am
Well, for something really disturbing, here’s another site with picture of things that look like boobs, and other naughty bits and naughty acts, but aren’t.
So Jenny ain’t the only one teasing us with the promise of non-existent boobs.
Wait — that’s not to say that Jenny doesn’t have boobs. Just that she ain’t sharing the existence of them with us.
I think I’ll shut up now.
December 9th, 2005 at 10:14 am
I know this is in response to an earlier comment discussion waaaaaaayyyyyyy back when so you may not remember as this orgy is apparently in full swing, but…
I suppose being “a first” could refer to this being our first orgies. Obviously it would be mine, too, as I was enjoying the cheese puffs.
Oh, and I had to have a little fun with you at my site, Jenny. Sorry. Don’t hate me. Of all the bloggers whose sites I frequent, you live closest to me and could viably hunt me down and kill me.
December 9th, 2005 at 11:08 am
Damn! That link worked when I checked it in preview mode. Grrr…
Now, pretty much my entire comment rollsover as a link, but doesn’t link. Dunno how that happened. Sorry. Some Web designer I am, huh?
Try #2.
December 10th, 2005 at 12:28 pm
Damn it, Jenny, I am two days out of the country and you do this to me! I almost missed it! Don’t tell me I did miss it — since you now posted something subsequent to this? No orgy for me? NO ORGY? Say it ain’t so!! I wanna be part of your orgy!!
I’m in I’m in I’m in! Don’t keep me out!
Phew, you did not shut the door to more. I’m in. Yeah!
December 10th, 2005 at 4:38 pm
Nina – I’d never shut the door on you. You made it just in the nick of time. Phew! But what can I tell you? You chose a trip to Europe over a virtual comment orgy… I’d say your priorities are more than a little out of whack.
January 3rd, 2006 at 7:06 pm
what!?!?!? there was an orgy and i missed it?!?!?! geeze. see, this is what i get for not being in the blog world for the last month. sheesh. i mean, i find the occassional minute to write boring drivel on mine, but i haven’t had time to visit those i love. and i missed out on an orgy. *sigh*
January 10th, 2006 at 5:50 pm
Oh my god, this is the best thing ever. I love comment orgy. I’m so glad you posted a link to it, since I started reading your blog after the orgy began and didn’t know about. Nice pics.
March 25th, 2006 at 3:25 am
This is Online Pharmacy site.