I get e-mails that say he's busy, but they never really read like Phil. They read like Wrigley trying to write like Phil.
05 June 2007
Since you asked ...
by Frank Turk
I get e-mails that say he's busy, but they never really read like Phil. They read like Wrigley trying to write like Phil.
I get e-mails that say he's busy, but they never really read like Phil. They read like Wrigley trying to write like Phil.
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Frank ... I think he was spotted here at aprox. 18:00 hours...
{{{Candleman}}}
Call out the search party. Mobilize the schmerydactyls.
schmerydactyl? well then.... He'll have nowhere to hide.
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One wonders what a Wrigley email looks like. Maybe this:
;oaeig;ifdk;jhaGIVEMEMILKBONESliauoiudsoiuafh
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At least e-mails from a dog aren't drool-covered the way paper mail would be.
I've met Wrigley. I wouldn't be surprised if he was doing the typing. And I think it could actually look like this:
"Give me drip beef."
Wrigley is resourceful and untrustworthy. Phil's in trouble.
Hopefully he's off reading "An Emergent Manifesto of Hope" and readying a response.
It's obvious where Phil is--he's being reprogrammed now that he's the new owner of an iMac.
Still too stunned to say more.
I must say that I am quite impressed that the Schmeradactyl made it into the second comment.
There is hope for us all...
Tony:
For the record, Wrigley was actually the editor of 12 Extraordinary Women. Phil was completely disabled by an olive tree allergy while that book was in pre-production, and Wrigley pinch hit.
We're not supposed to tell anybody stuff like that, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
I have actually received email from Wrigley. His typing skills are superb.
And he did a fantastic job on 12 Extraordinary Women.
If I were to ever actually like a beagle, Wrigley is doing a good job of representing his kind.
Hah! With enough pressure, we've forced Cent to actually concede Phil exists! That's a start.
There's another, far more sinister possibility. We aren't all going to wake up tomorrow morning to a "Crossing the Tiber" post or anything, are we?
From Phil, I mean.
The milk carton says below Phil's picture, "The child could not be fetched from the server."
Are the three of you just borgs in some kind of AI, superintelligent, self-knowing blog?
"There's another, far more sinister possibility. We aren't all going to wake up tomorrow morning to a "Crossing the Tiber" post or anything, are we?"
Now that is funny.
It is a joke, isn't it?
You don't think he's turning into one of those smug iMac guys he was railing about a couple of weeks ago, do you?
My greatest wish at the moment is to get a letter from Wrigley, I have been hoping for it for months...please
I saw an image of Wrigley in a piece of toast yesterday morning.
John Haller: Maybe he's becoming a pomo, Mac-toting Emergent Catholic.
I am really depressed that a photoshop'd milk carton gets as many comments as the exhortation for people to read their Bibles and do what it says about the local church.
sheesh.
Judging by posts like this one and this one, the number of comments is inversely proportional to the amount of substance in a post. It's an existential paradox. An exegesis on the Book of Malachi won't get you nothin', but a captionless graphic of a schmeradactyl would be worth a thousand comments.
Frank—and 'way more than the one on Memorial Day.
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