Campy started us off at a high level by referencing one of this blog's most controversial posts:
Carrot sticks! Where are the onion rings?So, yes, we know what the carrots are.
Mr. Forward introduced a classic "orange" subject:
Nothing rhymes with orange.Hector Owen responded:
I suppose, if one were to make a ceramic porringer, and glaze it the color of those carrots, and set it on the table with other things that did not include carrots, or yams, or (of course) oranges, that one could then proudly say, "Nothing is oranger than my porringer!"I thought the right answer was "door hinge."
Still, nothing rhymes with "orange." Now, if that porringer had a flange … no, the "a" would still be different.
Lucid sledgehammers the meaning of the post:
This is clearly a very penetrating (???!!!!) photographic comment: While women (pink) are to be carefully considered, the photographer also feels concern for the tribulations of men and their special appendages.Freeman Hunt provides an amazing list of things that an orange ribbon is supposed to reflect/create awareness of — according to this creepy awareness site:
Agent OrangeCultural DiversityNot prostate cancer, though. Prostate cancer gets light blue. Get it?
Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy Syndrome
Freeman Hunt had an afterthought:
Why is there a ribbon for feral cats but not feral dogs?Ironrailsironweights said:
I think it's more important to be aware of feral dogs because they could kill you.
Feral cats, not so much. You could probably throw a crazy cat away from you if it attacked you. Man > cat.
Self Injury...Maybe these people crave (carve) attention.
Somehow I never thought of that as a "cause" requiring the ribbon treatment.
There's some sad orange wearers right this minute 'cause University of TN just missed knocking off #1 Alabama...the score was 12 to 10 and UT had a chance at making a field goal in the last couple of seconds.Knox(ville) — who "just ordered myself a black 'Amish Support' ribbon car magnet!" — said:
Yeah, yeah, keep it to yourself.Leland said...
Oh, who am I kidding, I don't give a sh*t about football.
You are talking about football, right?
Texas A&M, in the[ir] hatred for University of Texas and all things orange, learned how to grow maroon carrots.Libhom said:
This post is as senseless as everything else on this blog.Chip Ahoy said:
This post has no meaning!LoafingOaf said:
Just like everything else on this blog -- meaningless.
Just like my life has no meaning. Except for the meaning I give it by spending time here noting your abject absence of meaning and returning regularly and reaffirming that observation and then setting aside my other meaninglessness to take the time and effort to remark on your meaninglessness, even so far as to bother with a CAPTCHA to do it. Yes, that's right, my remark on your meaningless blog does have meaning although I assert your blog that I make the remark on does not.
But then I wouldn't recognize meaning if it jumped up and bit my penis. I do not understand photography or art or getting out and seeing my city or recording it with my own unique eye and through my own lens, or forests or farmers market or flower boxes, animals or odd things in nature or within human constructions. They're meaningless to me! Now, start being meaningful Goddamnit! And give me something meaningful to foul.
Then my other self says,
I once had a careless carrot patch. There was loose tilled dirt directly under an air conditioner that dripped steadily throughout the hot summer directly onto that patch of dirt, so watering was automatic. I had a packet of carrot seeds that I broadcast into the soil and, being an ordinary kid, didn't pay much attention to them thereafter, just checked back occasionally. The plants are beautiful at every stage of development, more so because they were not arranged in tight farmerly rows. At first the foliage looks like delicate little green feathers, then lacy ferns, then they expand, fill in, and strengthen to proper deep dark green carrot tops. The bright orange carrot roots were delicious.
These are gross looking carrots. They look like fucked up fingers or pathetic penises or something. Ick.Uh, yeah. Have you no pity! Why are cancerous breasts a big warm fuzzy cause, but a pathetic penis is just something against which to hurl contempt? Sexist. You must wear a light blue ribbon for penance. Penis penance.
And yet the Oaf continues:
I have a question. Why is everything that Obama says or does horribly wrong to Althouse and her commenters, yet Dick Cheney is such a hero the Althouse world wants to build him a statue in Madison? Is Obama really that awful and Cheney really that righteous? Or is this blog getting carried away by the right wing?(Link added.)
I find myself disappointed that Loafing Oaf didn’t post a link to his blog where we’d all find his twelve point plan specifying what each and every one of us should do to make Althouse so very much better than it is.Oh, Bissage, et al., you have made Althouse so very much better than I am.