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That 10,000 Dong (lol) note up there represents the funniest thing I could find with 10,000 written on it.  It signifies the Ten Thousandth comment the site has gotten since we turned into wordpress whenever that was.  Maybe 2008.

I went back and looked at the first comment and it said:

test comment

Good stuff.

I tried to think of other things that have occurred ten thousand times in the past few years and as far as I can tell the list consists of:

• Me saying: “this makes me no money; I quit”
• Vange saying something about cheese or Tom Petty
• Us deleting spam comments (in the same space of time, we have deleted 97,089 spam comments – why are we deleting them?)
• Me whackin’  it <– to be fair, it’s the only thing that distracts me from taking the site down

So, after the jump you can see the pearl of wisdom that was our 10,000th comment.  Thanks.  It’s all we get paid so make sure you say something.  Damn that’s depressing.  I need to wrap this up so I can go whack it and cheer myself up. Read the rest of this entry »

We need more things like this plz - thanks.

OK – this is pretty simple.  We currently have 5999 comments on the site.  Whoever is 6000 gets a gallery mouse pad. And do more taking pictures of yourself with the name of the gallery written on you and sending them to us.  Christ.  We ask for so little.

EDIT:  Fuckin’ Vange ruined it.  Thus it is now comment 6015.  So there you go.

Come on Melody! We need you!

A while ago I happened upon Melody up there (at least I assume that’s her name) when I was looking for a song.  She can sing and play guitar and she does covers of popular songs.  Why do you care?  Well, because this is serious business.  You can tell cause I said ‘happened upon’ instead of ‘came across’ cause I didn’t want to seem pervy.

So she is pretty good, and since she is not like, some sensation, I thought it would be a good idea to commission her to do some kind of jingle or theme song for the gallery.  The fact that we have no theme song or jingle and no means to transmit the theoretical song or jingle to the public.  But those are minor details.  The real problem is that Melody is not really making it easy to hire her for musical purposes.  So…watch her video, then go comment on it.  And tell her how famous she would be if she sang… collaborated on, just wrote and sang on her own the gallery jingle!

Watch and then click on the video and let’s get jingling!  Plus she is good at covering songs so give her some comments.  And don’t mention how she should close her closet door.  I am sure she already knows.

This is the prize. Click on it for details. Or just buy it you cheap ass.

It’s Thanksgiving and Vange and I would like to thank you for whatever it is you do here.  Whether you are voting for banana or refusing to comment on posts because you know we want you to, you never fail to disappoint.  Except for you.  No, not you. Him.  Anyway, this contest is the easiest one ever!  All you need to do is post your own acrostic for the word Thanksgiving.  It can be a sentence or not.  But the one that Vange and I decide is the funniest will win.  And in case of a tie, we will flip Maitland.  Here is an idea to get you going.  My acrostic is going to be related to Hollywood!  Sort of?  Post yours in the comments – if you win, we will email you.  If you put a fake email, you don’t win dick.

And this is staying up until after Thanksgiving – look down lower if you want to see other stuff.  We scheduled some things, but we are taking the week off.  I will be spending time with my family, and I assume Vange will return to her cave to tell fortunes.  Or something.  Happy Thanksgiving!

Oh – since people asked (seriously) 1: An acrostic is when you make a word out of each letter in another word (see below).  And the contest will be over when I get home next weekend.  So keep thinking.

And you can enter more than once.

Tits
Hooters
Apples
Num Nums
Knockers
Speed Bumps
Gazongas
Illinois Treasure Mounds
Volvo Wagons
Independence Day Picnic Baskets
Norton Anti Viruses
Glorious Sweatermints

Good luck!

Don't read anything into this picture.

OK – so I wanted an excuse to post the video below because I love Hall and Oates and hate Helen Hunt (I promise it will make sense after you watch it).  And since it was one of those things that sort of deserved it’s own but not really I needed to make this have a little more of a point.  I don’t know what exactly, as that has never stopped me before, but whatever.

Listen all you people with your own websites.  We added this thing to the posts so if you make a comment it magically puts a link to the last thing you wrote about.  I think it does your twtter shit if you don’t have a website or some other shit if you don’t have a computer (it’s very advanced).  Anyway – give it a try.  If it doesn’t work – then you can complain and if it does, maybe hotspur and vettech will click your links.  Maitland won’t though.  He’s a prick like that.

And now….Helen Hunt jumping out a window and keyboard cat and Hall and Oates doing my favorite Hall and Oates song EVARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

So I added this new comment thingy to the site.  It let’s you quote comments and has some other features as well.  Of course it let’s you sign up for an account (hooray?) but it doesn’t force you to.  So all in all it may end up being a net gain.

Until I get sick of it.

See, I am pretty fickle.  Like the pets I insisted I wanted and later ate, the many careers I trained for and later quit and the many girls I professed love to and later ate, I get bored with Internet gadgetry.  You may remember that I added that other comment thingy a while back and then turned it off, and at another point I turned the site into nothing but pee porn (that was quite a day!).

So rather than me deciding all on my own that this was a shitty idea, I have decided to leave it up to all of you.  Make comments and let me know if I should keep it.  That way I will feel like I involved you in the process.  Unless I forget I have a site and wander off down the street naked looking for that pigeon who stole my magic tennis ball.