tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10908047.post5037143805516867189..comments2023-12-22T18:27:11.144-05:00Comments on when i look deep in your eyes: He knows not of what he narratesMiddentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13829095129849712488noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10908047.post-70695262746202016092008-09-25T17:54:00.000-04:002008-09-25T17:54:00.000-04:00newest blob comment - Xan's new verse to a favorit...newest blob comment - Xan's new verse to a favorite song:<BR/><BR/>"The blob on the bus goes dee dee dee...." <BR/><BR/>I have no idea why the blob makes the sound. Xan generally breaks the song here to narrate how the blog is being very careful with the bus (maybe he's driving?) so he won't hit any kids. The morning the bus blob was also giving the kids snacks.AMDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08647683586128470862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10908047.post-15370311321655098502008-09-24T08:41:00.000-04:002008-09-24T08:41:00.000-04:00Slight correction:Ah, no, Xan did not tell me this...Slight correction:<BR/><BR/>Ah, no, Xan did not tell me this story at dinner-time, a normal conversational setting - although the blob is often mentioned at dinner, typically in a dessert request for jello. <BR/><BR/>I head this story from behind me on my bicycle as we were careening - heh, I mean, gliding - down Maple Avenue toward Sligo Creek Parkway. The speed may definitely have influenced the narrative here. <BR/><BR/>Yes, we were wearing helmets. No, I was not going that fast. Yes, I stopped at each stop sign at each intersection.AMDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08647683586128470862noreply@blogger.com