Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Happy Crapiversary!

Eleven years ago today, Sheri Zollinger founded World O' Crap. Why? Because we like you!  Then she let me play in the sandbox (which might argue against that whole "we like you" thing, but whatevs), and mock was made of Family Circus, and Meghan Cox Gurdon, and Dr. Professor Mike Adams, and then we wrote a book about bad movies, and now here we are: celebrating an odd-number anniversary for which the traditional gift is steel. (I presume they don't mean the alloy, since I've never heard Emily Post telling husbands to "give your wife a girder," except in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, or certain Rust Belt towns in Ohio, where it's considered polite. Probably they mean Danielle Steel, and while I'm not trying to cadge a present here, I wouldn't say no to a nice trade paperback of Season of Passion, or Passion's Promise, or particularly Thurston House, which I assume is a prequel recounting the Howell's marriage before they were swept away in a tempest that mirrored their stormy passions.)

Today also marks another historic event, one as difficult, in it's own way, as stretching out this blogging thing for more than a decade. I'll let the pages of Riley's own journal, stained by the elements and brittle with age, tell the story:
DAY FIVE: Though our provisions and our numbers are both diminished, our spirits remain undaunted, for today we reached the summit of Mount Laundryhamper. Our ascent, though successful, has not been easy: Jennings lost two toes to frostbite, and Fraiser's bag of apples broke open, leading him -- despite our remonstrations -- to chase the tumbling fruit down the sheer and icy north face of the peak, where he fell face first into a crevasse.  We can't quite make out what he's screaming, as his head is wedged tight and all that remains visible are his desperately flailing feet, but no doubt he feels abashed.

Jennings, should I mention the part where we ate the sherpas?...Oh stop whining, man! It's only two toes, and you were a polydactyl to begin with!

Thanks for sticking with us all these years.

18 comments:

Carl said...

"give your wife a girder,"

She'll have to settle for a rod, dammit.

Happy anniversary, Scott. And SZ, and MaryC and all my fellow Crappers.

Hey, it just hit me! Mine turned ten on the 4th! And it;s still a shitty little blog!

AnnPW said...

Some of us have stuck with you better than others - some of us are slackers who only check in every few months or so and NEVER LEAVE COMMENTS ANYMORE!! None of which means that we don't love the crap out of you!! Happy Anniversary!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

RILEY RULES ALL!
~

Scott said...

Aw, we still love you, Ann. And hey, if it wasn't for you, there'd be no such thing as Sexy Birthday Lizards, so both people who have birthdays, and reptiles who have sex, are in your debt.

M. Bouffant said...

If it weren't for your kind words so many(!) yrs. ago I might have found something better to do while retired. Thanks again! (One of these yrs. I'll buy y'all a drink.)

Until then, congrats to all, human & feline, [toasts w/ kawffee kup] & here's to many more.

Weird Dave said...

Thanks much to s.z., you, and all the Crappers for all these years of really good Crap, and here's to your next prime number anniversary (BTW and FWIW I'm drinkin' whiskey).

Scott said...

M., I'm honored to have had a small part in promoting one of my favorite blogs. I so rarely get in on the ground floor of anything cool (usually by the time I hear of a new, hardcore neo-Punk band, their angry, uncompromising protest anthem is already being used as a commercial jingle for the new iPhone).

And I'd love to get a drink anytime. Say, ChrisVmas is coming up on November 1st...

grouchomarxist said...

Happy blogversary from a newbie!

It's evident Riley survived her perilous ascent of Mt. Laundryhamper, but I can't help wondering what happened to Jennings ...



heydave said...

As I've always said while reading Wo'C at the office: work just fucks up your day!

I think they meant "steal" by the by, so have at it!

Loves,
Heydave

Scott said...

GM, I'm afraid that the fate of Jennings, like that of the Giant Rat of Sumatra, is a story for which the world is not yet ready...(shudder)

Li'l Innocent said...

Doubtless poor Jennings was not prepared for the rigors (or rigours) of kitten-led expeditioneering. One can imagine the tense scene at Base Camp, with Jennings arguing for the less perilous ascent over the Dryertop Massif only to be overruled by the iron will of Cmdr. Riley. And then, the twilight after reaching the summit, Jennings leaving the tent to answer a Call of Nature, the unearthly voices heard on the wind... no, we aren't ready.

Anyway, many belated yet heartfelt Happy Crapturns, Scott, Mary, SZ, Moondoggie ("I don't do danger") and Commander Riley, and alltherestayousetoo.

Scott said...

Well now I want to hear more!

Doc Logan said...

Poor Jennings. He never should have left the Hemingway estate.

As we enter our second Decade O' Crap, copious thanks are due to SZ for getting things started, to Scott and Mary for keeping it going, to Riley and Moondoggie for being wholly adorable, and to the magnificent folks of the Crap Commentariat Collective. You've all put a smile on my face even in troubling times.

Dark Avenger said...

Lots of love and luck from the Best Coast!

Dark Avenger said...

Of course you can give steel, from the Monongahela Metal Foundry:

"Casting steel ingots with the housewife in mind."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_and_Ray#Spoofs_and_parodies

preznit said...

happy belated blogoversary!seems like only yesterday I stumbled across the good old http://blogs.salon.com/0002874/ come for the regrettable food, stay for the snark! ;}

Stacia said...

Happy belated blogaversary!

Anonymous said...

"Moondoggie ! Moondoggie ! Answer me, dammit." Which of you blithering idiots left the opium poppies at Camp Comfy Couch with Sgt Doggie? Was it you, Jennings ? Jennings?" There was no reply from the huddled figure beside her and the crackling of the radio seemed only to emphasize how very alone she was...
Late to the party as usual. No punch left and the cake is a tad stale.
Happy blogiversary to the Crap Crew - you light up my life - slight hyperbole there - you make me smile every day which is a Really Good Thing. Thank you all.
Suezboo, Queen of Procrastination