Skip to main content

Dick Drops His Ball And We're Watchin' It At My Place


It's party time at nonamedufus!  I live in Ottawa - across the river in Aylmer, Quebec to be precise - and holding a party here can be a real challenge.  Ottawa's a government town where bureaucrats vacate their offices at 4pm and the sidewalks are rolled up by 6pm.  In downtown Ottawa there's a pedestrian mall called Sparks Street a block away from Parliament Hill.  While the street is jammed with civil servants at lunch time, passing through shops and eating at outdoor terraces, you can shoot a cannon down the street at 5pm and not fear hitting anyone except for a flock of pigeons still engaged in plucking dropped french fries off of the pavement.

But I digress, I was shanghaied into this party in the comments section of my post Tuesday by CatLadyLarew who invited herself to what then was a non-existent party.  She said she was going to drive up from Rochester  ...and to use a seasonal expression, it kind of snowballed from there.

So I got some snacks out - some swedish meatballs and piggies in a blanket left over from Christmas.  I've warned up the HDTV so we can watch Dick Clark's ball drop.  Eww, that didn't sound right.  At 80 you'd think that would've happened by now.  No, I mean the big ball with the lights in Times Square.  There's diet Dr. Pepper I got a deal on at Amazombie.com for a couple of my guests, including Quirkyloon.  And Don from Beyond Left Field will be happy to know there'll be plenty of fruit cakes to both nibble on and - since he'll be there - talk to.

And folks?  This is a non-resolution party.  I don't know about you but I can never seem to keep resolutions.  So why in the hell make them.  That's the one resolution I CAN keep - not to make any.

So come on in.  Have you met Mad Mad Margo?  Don't say I told you this but poor Margo is schizophrenic.  She also goes by the name of Screaming Me-Me.  Poor dear.  She lives in Arizona.  Must be the heat.  But I didn't say anything, okay?

I've already told you about Cat Lady.  Now she's a bit odd in that she calls herself Cat Lady but calls her blog How To Be A Cat Lady Without The Cats.  Go figure!  She's also a DDP-aholic.  Again, it wasn't me that told you.

The Queen of DDP though is Quirkyloon.  She must have 20 cans a day.  But she'll always share.  She's kind that away.  Indeed I'm always telling her about her largesse.  You know, though, I think she must be having an affair with Dr. Pepper.  Better not tell Tiger.  How else could she afford to put so many away in a day?  I had to bring in 10 cases special for her from this place she told me about - yeah, Amazombie.com.  Who better to know.  After all she's preoccupied with all things zombie. But, once more, you didn't get it from me.

I mentioned Don from Beyond Left Field.  He's really from Hattiesburg, Mississippi - home town of quarterback Brett Favre.  Don's a real, live good ol' boy and he's one of the goodest I've ever met.  But you didn't hear ME say that, okay?

Hold up, there's a few more folks I'd like you to meet.  This here's Chelle B also known as The Offended  Blogger.  Be nice to her.  She also runs Humor Bloggers Dot Com where we all hang out (so I had to invite her) and she's just started up The Offended American which is quickly becoming the Offended Canadian because I'v published several posts over there!  Chelle's our over achiever, eh?  But don't tell her I said that.

Speaking of Canadians, here's Frank Lee Mei Dear from Toronto.  But watch out he'll probably tell you, and I quote, "I Probably Don't Like You".  Frank's an academic type, a college professor.  Which may explain why's he's just started up a new blog I Probably Don't Like Teaching.  But someone else told you this, okay?

The quiet guy in the middle of the room is Joel "don't call me Joe" Klebanoff from Stuff and Nonsense, another guy from Toronto.  I know, I know he's in the middle of the room because he thinks he's still at the centre of the universe.  He must have car-pooled with Frank, the cheap bastard.  Joe-l never reads my blog, so you can tell him anything you want.

Oh, look, there's Jayne.  She's new.  She seems nice, chatty.  But she's in her own little world at times.  You could say she's injayne'sworld.  She herself says she's an unapologetic bleeding-heart liberal.  My kinda gal.  But don't tell her I said so.  We've got some funny people here right-of-center and I wouldn't want to offend them.  But don't tell them I told you that.

That guy over in the corner by himself nursing a six-pack of Corona is Mike from Too Many Mornings.  Mike's a journalist but just lost his job.  What a downer - at Christmas.  He also knows Adam Sandler and has been on his yacht.  Maybe he can get Mike a job in Hollywood.  Don't mention I said anything.  Maybe he can't.

Oh yeah, and that guy there, covered in flies?  That's Moooooog, perpetual winner of my caption contest and owner of Mental Poo.  Moooooog don't know shit.  Well actually he does, and he blogs about it at every opportunity.  But you didn't get that from me.

And then there's me, nonamedufus, your congenial host.  I'd never say an unkind word about anyone you jerk-off, fucking remember that.  But, hey, I didn't just say that, okay?

There are many others here too many to introduce individually but to get acquainted with the folks I've mentioned and those I haven't just click on my blogroll in the right side bar and you'll find them all.

So I hope everyone has a happy New Year and...  Hey Dick's dropping his ball!  10...9...8...


Comments

CatLadyLarew said…
Yay! Party at Dufus's house! But, wait... you forgot to send us your address... I'm going to be driving around Aylmer for a long time tonight looking for your house. Sure hope that kid is still hanging on the clothes line so I can find it.
Me-Me King said…
Okay, thanks for having us over, Dufus. You've laid out a nice spread for watching Dick's ball drop. Quirky and I carpooled all the way from Arizona, she's parking her Zombie-mobile and will be in a minute.

Let's get this straight once an for all - my real name is Me-Me. When I set up The Screaming Me-Me, that name was already taken. So, I used MadMadMargo - blogspot took that one. Okay? Jeeeeeez!

Thanks for the party!!! Happy New Year!!!

word veri: palie
Moooooog35 said…
Jeez.

You name your blog 'Mental Poo' and all people think is that you write about shit.

MENTAL poo. MENTAL.

Nah..you're right. Still shit.

Happy New Year, dude.
Quirkyloon said…
Aw thanks Nomie! I was hurt when I found out the Catlady had been invited to a party at your place and I hadn't heard a thing about it.

I drowned my sorrows in a case of DDP.

And you silly Nomie! I never knew you were a "butt" man, cuz you're still going on and on about my largeass!

But hey a largeass is better than a bony, skinny one.

Ha!

Happy New Year Nomie! You're in my top ten list of blogs YEAR-ROUND (no I'm not alluding to my largeass again).

hee hee

word veri: supfprim
nonamedufus said…
CatLady: He'll still be hangin' but he'll be wearing a snow suit. It's cold here.
nonamedufus said…
Me-Me: Sure, Me-Me, sure. Have it your way.
nonamedufus said…
Moooooog: Glad you could make it. Back away from the piggies in a blanket. Those are for eating.
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: Thanks for the deal on the DDP. Glad you found the party. All the best in 2010.
Don said…
It's time to party hearty in Ottawa! I'm game. Hehehe...thanks for mention(s) and the great post! Have a good new year's night with you and your Dick and his ball.
nonamedufus said…
Don: I thought you were bringing your bud, Brett?
VE said…
wait...I feel so left out...(fake tear dripping from chin...)

Well, my blog roll starts anew tomorrow. I'd be honored if you participate again in 2010. Leave a comment and you're on the blog roll! Thanks for visiting and commenting in 2009.
nonamedufus said…
VE: Could you pass the meatballs and a diet Dr.Pepper?
thinkinfyou said…
I can't believe I wasn't invited! :o( Happy New Year anyways!!:o)
CatLadyLarew said…
I'm glad Me-Me and Quirky drove the Zombie-mobile, because I may need a ride home.

Hey... my word verification is "actingi"

I is always acting!
nonamedufus said…
thinkinfyou: The invitation must be in the mail. Sorry tfy.
nonamedufus said…
CatLady: Easy, easy. Let me help you down off that coffee table.
Phils Phun said…
G'day Dufus
Happy new year from down under
C'mon down and we'll head for the beach with the esky
Don't forget your bathers
Cheers
nonamedufus said…
Phil: What I wouldn't give to be on that nice warm beach! Happy 2010!
Hey, NoName, thanks for the shout out. I kind of went missing over the holidays. Had something to do with the job loss and the Coronas and all, and I just now saw this post. Verra nice, and happy New Year to you, too.

P.S. -- Me-Me and MadMadMargo sort of scare me. Both of them.
nonamedufus said…
Mike: Hey no problem. Hope the job search goes well. Yeah Me-Me/MadMad scares me too. Anyone that has to repeat themselves like that...just sayin', just sayin'.
Joel Klebanoff said…
Who says I never read your blog. I've been away -- and not just mentally.
nonamedufus said…
Joel: A-ha! Just testing. (You mean you have a life?!)
Joel Klebanoff said…
No, I don't have much of a life, but my only friends are out of town.
nonamedufus said…
Joel: Hey, friends are good. Nice to spend the holidays with them.
Hey, NoName, thanks for the shout out. I kind of went missing over the holidays. Had something to do with the job loss and the Coronas and all, and I just now saw this post. Verra nice, and happy New Year to you, too.

P.S. -- Me-Me and MadMadMargo sort of scare me. Both of them.

Popular posts from this blog

My Back Pages - October

Well, folks, I read seven (count 'em) seven books in October. One I didn't finish but even at that I hit the magic number 50 I estimated for myself by the end of the year. The six books I successfully waded through were, firstly, What Happened, Hillary Clinton's book on her bid for the Presidency. I''m a bit of a political junkie so I get off on this stuff but still it kinda struck me as one long whine over losing.
Next up was the excellent Canyon of Dreams: The Magic and Music of Laurel Canyon. Laurel Canyon was the fabled area outside of Los Angeles where many musicians and artists lived. Known as a 60s enclave, the book takes a look at just who lived there over the last 80 years. A fascinating read.
Next up was Lightfoot, a biography of Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot. He may have been responsible for some iconic folk songs but he was also quite the womanizer and boozer. Enough said.
Then I read Dan Brown's new tome Origin, the fifth in the Robert Lan…

Tales From The Supermarket

Bob and Brenda worked in the supermarket. They weren't check-out clerks. And they weren't stock-boys. Brenda sure wasn't. And they weren't employees who worked in the fish section or the deli. No. They were on the shelves.

They hadn't been on the shelves very long but in that short time they'd developed a considerably close friendship.

The chatted all day when the store was busy and at night when the store was closed. They talked about everything. The talked about what raw products they came from. The talked about their manufacturing processes. And they talked about the long routes in semi-trailers that brought them to this store.

Oddly enough the one thing they never made clear to one another was just what product each of them was.

One day when Brenda was commenting on their friendship she told Bob she was grateful for their amity. "Are you Tea?" said Bob, pekoe-ing her way. "I thought I was Tea". You're coffee!"

This week's Tw…