Let Them Eat Flicka

For those of you just joining us:

John “Father of Lies” Scalzi has promised his AOL minions that if they come to this, my new blog, they will receive ponies and ice cream. But it is not true.


33 thoughts on “Let Them Eat Flicka

  1. Dean, remember that I have an AOL Journal as well; on that one I told that if they came over, Scott would give them ice cream and a pony. And he came close, did he not? Now I’m telling them to ask for a new car and a shrubbery.

  2. King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.
    Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lyin’ in ponds distributin’ swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

    Courtesy imdb.com

  3. Dennis: Oh, but you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you.

  4. Roger the Shrubber: Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say Ni at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land, nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress in this period in history.

    Again, courtesy imdb.com

  5. Wow. Now that I have a blog, I feel like I’ve entered a whole new world.

    And that world is strangely like a Star Trek convention in tone and content.

  6. passes Python doobage to Scalzi before he gets smacked

    Sorry – I couldn’t help myself…

  7. John: I’d forgotten about the AOL connection. My apologies.

    I’m old enough to remember when AOL was loosed upon the face of USENET in a torrent of l33t-ness and ‘me too’ top-postings. The memory still burns.

    It might be soothed, I suppose, by sorbet. Lemon, please.

  8. Ponies & ice cream?…. Shrubbery and cars? Knew friend who lodged his vehicle in some shrubbery while perusing the passing lasses rather than the road. Oh the hazards of life! Sorbet would suffice, lemon does sound delish. If John S keeps this up you’ll have hordes of faithful minions lined up to read not only your blog but also those novels of yours. Got to keep up with the butthead I suppose. Getting a table at the next Trekkie Convention?

  9. I’m annoyed that Scalzi’s spending time driving traffic to other people’s blogs, when he could just buckle down and get back to work on the sequel to his book. He’s such a slacker.

  10. Hey, John S., did I ever mention that my very own John B. made two sets of Python trading cards, one of which was for Holy Grail? Hmm, maybe I’ll wear a dead parrot shirt to the Red Cross tomorrow.

    No thanks on the sorbet. Got any sugar-free Popsicles? I like the horse, though. Can I keep him in my shrubbery? I’ll get some unladen European swallows to look after him.

  11. But what about African swallows? Or do they have too many coconuts on them?

    I think that I would like just plain old ice cream. I’m starving.

  12. Hey there. Blogfather Scalzi sent me. You have a terrific blog here. I’ve added it to my tool bar, right next to Scalzi’s. Now, let’s get down to business. Forget the ice cream, it does strange things to my stomach. Instead I will take a strawberry Parrot Ice with Rum (Bacardi), yeah that’s good. Now, I’m hearing things about a car a shrub. Scott, you ever seen those Dodge Magnums? They’re really cute right? I can totally see myself in one of those Scott, I really can. Make it black, tinted windows and ghost flames down the side and I promise I will not drink my bacardi laced parrot ice while I’m driving. 😉

  13. Wow, I should have posted earlier! Gosh, I feel so left out *rolls eyes*.

    That’s sad, they should send real ice cream. Sorbet doesn’t come in chocolate. How is that a pony? It looks more like a zebra to me :).

  14. But that’s not a pony, it’s a zebra, and a wooden one at that. It cannot eat coconuts, can it? Interesting thought…

  15. Okay, I’ll admit that the “pony” is in fact the handle of a cutting board. No more, no less. Disturbingly, you pick up the cutting board by groping the pony-zebra’s underbelly. I got it in a Christmas “grab-bag,” one of my family’s various randomization experiments when we all got bored of giving presents to each other. My grandmother tried to trade for it, but I refused.

    It has turned into one of my prized possessions. Having a pony-zebra to pick up your cutting bored with is actually very convenient. It solves the ancient question, “How am I going to eat this cheese in front of the TV?”

  16. Yet another acolyte of the Blogfather signing in. Picked up So Yesterday in my library a month or so back and loved it. My first exposure to your work, and hopefully not the last. Can’t wait to go back and shake down the librarian for more stuff (unfortunately, my book purchasing budget at the moment makes Social Security seem solvent).

    Oh, and if you’re handing out shrubbery, I’ll take a silver lace bush. They smell simply divine. And as far as I know, zebras don’t eat them.

  17. Oh, yeah. I read So Yesterday in December. I really liked it. If it had been any other writer, I probably wouldn’t have picked it up. It’s not my kind of book, but I still loved it.

    I don’t know now. Perhaps I would prefer a shrubbery over ice cream. Oh no! Now I’m confusing myself!

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