From his transcripts, at his blog:
BlogWarBot: I’m BlogWarBot. You have something to say we haven’t heard a thousand times before?
Guest: Well, maybe not a thousand times…
BlogWarBot: Maybe? Make a decision, Senator Lieberman.
Guest: I would, but I don’t think you’re going to like what I have to say
BlogWarBot: I know you’re going to like what you have to say, but what am I?
Guest: Just, can we talk, please?
BlogWarBot: Typical. An expression of ignorant privilege.
Guest: I’ve been doing some thinking, and…
BlogWarBot: O HAI U CAN GRO BRANE? KTHX ^..^
Guest: I’m utterly in love with you
BlogWarBot: Do you expect a cookie just because you’re utterly in love with BlogWarBot?
Guest: I just get these feeling deep inside and it just hurts, you know?
BlogWarBot: You’re projecting. And in denial. And ugly.
Guest: I feel alone and pathetic and hopelessly lost when I’m not around you
BlogWarBot: Do you really feel alone and pathetic and hopelessly lost when you’m not around BlogWarBot, or did Fox News just TELL you that you do?
Guest: And then, sometimes I just start crying and wondering that maybe, just maybe…
BlogWarBot: You aren’t sure?
Guest: Oh, I’m sure. I know I can’t go back. I love you.
BlogWarBot: Even if you never go back. you love BlogWarBot, you still benefit from the patriarchy.
Guest: Well, I talked to my dad and my mom about this. They both told me to go with it.
BlogWarBot: You know ‘family’ is a patriarchal construct, right?
Guest: I was just kind of hoping you and I could start a family. You and me could mae it! I know we could!
BlogWarBot: Can we have just ONE discussion without some entitled person coming in and whining about their shitty family life?
Guest: My life is nothing without you. I need you. I have to be with you, or I’m going to…going to…
BlogWarBot: Do you recognize the privilege involved in your calling yourself going to…going to?
Guest: I know. I’m hopeless. I’ve tried to fight this for so long, and I can’t. I JUST CAN’T!
BlogWarBot: And your inability to . you JUST CAN’T has what to do with me, exactly?
Guest: EVERYTHING! My life is empty without you! Please say you love me, too! I NEEED to hear it!
BlogWarBot: Stop placing your oppressive expectations on me!
Guest: Why are you being like this? Weren’t we great together? You certainly weren’t like this last night!
BlogWarBot: You seem way too interested in whether or not I’m being like this? Weren’t we great together? BlogWarBot certainly weren’t like this last night.
Guest: OF COURSE I AM! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!
BlogWarBot: Do you recognize the privilege involved in your calling yourself ! you’M IN LOVE WITH BlogWarBot?
Guest: I can’t believe you’re saying this!
BlogWarBot: I know you’re saying this, but what am I?
Guest: Just go away. I can’t deal with this anymore! You’re breaking my heart!
BlogWarBot: I know you’re breaking your heart, but what am I?
ooooh, the romance! i must retire to the fainting couch.
I know you’re breaking your heart, but what am I?
BlogWarBot, ever the soul searcher…
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Dooce posted this link on her blog today and I’m passing it along. Wild lion reunites with the people who raised him. It’s old footage, a little pixelly, but wonderful all the same.
Damn you Lesley, I almost made it through the day without tearing up. It reminded me of seeing one of Max’s pals near my folks’ place (Max the big grouchy dog passed away a few years ago). I hadn’t seen Tarzan for years, and I called his name. He stopped and looked at me, puzzled. In a matter of seconds, his ears and face told me he recognized me, and he ran up to greet, lick, etc. Then he looked at Max’s old favourite checking-out-the-street spot and whined gently. Joy and sorrow. Inseparable, aren’t they?
BlogWarBot certainly weren’t like this last night.
That made me laugh so hard I had to blow my nose.
Rob, hate to do this to you, but here’s another one. Male lions can weigh up to 500 pounds. Imagine the restraint!
I’ve been hugged gently by a grown elephant and it’s an experience I’ll never forget I can tell you.
BlogWarBot: Hi, I’m BlogWarBot. Are you on my side or THAT side?
Guest: Did you see the lions, BlogWarBot?
BlogWarBot: Look. We’ll fix all that once we take back the Office of Management and Budget.
Guest: Oh, good. Because I love them.
BlogWarBot: Correlation is not causation, fartface.
Guest: I did wonder about that, re: lions and OMB, but I trust you.
BlogWarBot: In your dreams, jerk.
Guest: You seem cranky this morning. Do you need a lion hug?
BlogWarBot: In your dreams, jerk.
Guest: Really, I think you might like it.
BlogWarBot: You think? I haven’t seen any evidence of that.
Guest: Just watch Lesley’s clips. Just once.
BlogWarBot: So if I might ask, what’s your take on that last blog spat?
Guest: That lion hugs are the solution to everything.
Sorry to post in a random spot, but here’s the deal—I saw a blog post that said that this week (in 2007) is Blog Against Racism week . . . but it’s Saturday, so I don’t know if that means it’s over, and anyway, when I googled the idea, I got stuff from 2005 and 2006, nothing from this year.
Here’s my thought . . . what if we had a Blog Against Racism day EVERY week? I’m going to vote for Sunday, since I am a Jesus follower and everybody knows that “11am on Sunday is the most segregated hour of the week” . . .
I think I’ll start tomorrow . . . my two concerns are:
a) I don’t know what the etiquette is for this (heck, I don’t know what the etiquette is for ANYTHING, it seems!) and since it seems to be “your” idea, I don’t know how you feel about me appropriating it . . . although I realize that it’s hardly copyrighted material . . . but I would still like to give the creator credit . . .
b) if you *are* okay with this, I am wondering if you would be willing to help me spread the word? Sounds like you did an amazing job with it previously.
thanks!
Rain