Post Number 1,000

About: So here it is, my 1,000th (public) post. Manny asked what I was going to be doing to celebrate, and I couldn’t think of anything adequately cool… or any topics that I NEEDED to write about. So I decided to delegate. I’ve asked a collection of 9 friends and fellow bloggers to toss me 100 words (on any topic they want) and I’d put them up here. 1,000 words to celebrate 1,000 posts. So let’s commence with the getting on with it, shall we?

ETS from Echoes of a Dream

So I was standing at the copier today when Connor walked by me. We are on speaking terms, but I didn’t bother to turn around and acknowledge her presence so close to my personal space. I didn’t, in fact, acknowledge her at all. And that’s when she said it. “Nerd!” Nerd? She continued walking off around the corner and out of my line of sight as I regressed to my junior high school days, days of clothes short at ankle and wrist and hair just this side of trendy. I cringed, shook my head then continued on with my copying.

Kevin of KevinDonahue.com

Diet Dr. Pepper. A donut. Two hot dogs with mustard and dill relish on toasted buns. One hamburger patty with just mustard – no bun. Large cut, crispy potato wedges. Diet Pepsi. Diet Pepsi. Coors Light. Chicken Quesadilla smothered in salsa. Miscellaneous droppings from quesadilla. Coors Light. Boneless buffalo wings. Coors Light. Onion rings. Coors Light. Shot of tequila. Coors Light. Part of a paper napkin. Tortilla Chips and some kind of cheese soup. Coors Light. One piece of Orbit Gum. Coors Light. Coors Light. Coors Edge (?!?). Planters Cheese Curls dipped in a Hunt’s Snack Pack Chocolate Pudding. Water.

Bobby of Bobby’s World

Top 10 things the number 1000 represents:

10. A perfect batting average
9. Amount of money Pete would pay for a “wingwoman”
8. Number of Bama coaches before there will be another “Bear”
7. “Hot or Not” girls Pete secretly wanted
6. A pretty good season for a running back
5. Number of times Pete’s made me say, “Oh No He Didn’t!” (said in ebonics accent)
4. Law Schools that did not understand Pete’s “genius”
3. People who really care about that wimpy “Ultimate” stuff (multiplied by 1000)
2. Number of times Casey Keller has cursed Pete’s name
1. Pete’s ego, in square feet

Matt of Matt Schuh Online

Once upon a time there was a thing such as civility. Ideas and issues were discussed rather than a simple resorting to ad homenim attacks when engaging in political debate. Today, I fear for the future of our political system when misrepresentation of truth rules the day and blatant partisanship overrides people’s sense of what is good for our country. Despite these concerns, it is sites like “Pete Holiday: Cheerfully Cynical” that challenge the current polarization of ideas and force people to attack ideas rather than people. This site forces ideas to be confronted rather than ignored. That is a breath of fresh air!

Amy of Amy’s Bad Groove

I’m afraid what’ll happen to me if my neighbor’s son looks at me. He’s twenty-six, has no- job- except revving the engine of this barely street legal super sport at all hours or pacing around his yard — cordless phone planted firmly to his ear. He lives with his parents and tried community college but just couldn’t wake up in time to get to class. Did I mention he’s fathered five children by four women? Rumor is he just looks a woman in the eye and she is knocked up. When I leave the house, I avert my eyes, just in case.

Ara of… my family

I’ve been sitting here for a half hour thinking about what I should write for Pete’s little celebration. At first I was going to ask Mom and Dad for a humorous story about my big ole brother Pete. I realized he wanted something from me, not from Mom and Dad.

I thought maybe I’ll write about something stupid; something Pete might ask, “Why did I ask my sister to write something for me!”

I figured boys or love would be a good topic for that. The only thing I really want to say is there’s 90 days until my birthday!

Nicole of Say Cheese…Now Smile!

Just when you thought APPLE was a bad name for a baby…

Courtney Cox named her baby girl “Coco”. That’s Coco Cox Arquette. Cute name for a baby destined to become a pornstar after dropping her last name and developing a attraction for African American men.

“COCO COX DOES COMPTON”

Scary.

I’m having a craving for breakfast cereal for some odd reason. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever had “Coco Puffs” before. I’ve always been a “flakes” and “rice krispies” person. Well, actually a “crispy rice” chick, because my mom usually got generic.

Happy 1000 Pete. You’re 40 posts nerdier than me.

Manny of WhoDaManny

How I met Satan himself…

I remember minding my own business when I got an IM from IVP, Pete Holiday. I remembered Pete from ICON that year, in all honesty I voted for Brian Knowles. Pete became my district’s counselor. Later we became better friends and all of a sudden he kept on insisting that I should help him out on some websites. Somehow I was mixed up in UCKI. Then he made me do all this other stuff and now I am deeper trouble than I ever expected.

Anyways, Pete is a great partner…no not a domestic partner (he wishes); Happy 1000th post hoochie!

Jean of The TV is my Only True Friend

“What girl cheats of Jason Mraz?” Beth gawked last night after he sang and chatted about how his girlfriend cheated on him. This may not mean much to you if you may think Jason Mraz is the worst thing ever. But if you think he is sexy and talented, then it’s a shocker. It’s like “who cheats on Justin Timberlake?”… (well panty dropping Britney Spears.) Or who cheats on Halle Berry? It’s funny that the “hottest” people in the world, that every guy or girl would die to be with, still manage to find people who will break their heart.

Finally… me.

First off I’ve gotta thank my friends. The friends that wrote stuff… the friends that didn’t… and the friends that are saying “Damn, I’d have done it if he’d have ASKED… I see how it is now.” Of course, I also have to “thank the academy” whatever the fuck that means… also thank you (Yes, YOU). Now that all this obnoxious thanking bullshit is out of the way (like I’ve done something special!), I’m all out of words. Damn.