tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14242496.post114380264066641314..comments2023-10-20T08:07:46.557-04:00Comments on Malott's Blog: Malotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908995141115792851noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14242496.post-1143860121776084962006-03-31T21:55:00.000-05:002006-03-31T21:55:00.000-05:00Thanks for the tip-o-the-baret Chris. It must be t...Thanks for the tip-o-the-baret Chris. It must be the french in you that made that premature truce in the "Cat Trash Conflict" and then antagnogistic jab with "further proof" piece. Nice.....<BR/>Besides being out of town, I too have been grasping for blogging material. Even the jihadis seem to be taking a break.<BR/>But, dare I say, "all blog and no play makes Janice a dull girl!"janicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10885403909609923540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14242496.post-1143845989920890342006-03-31T17:59:00.000-05:002006-03-31T17:59:00.000-05:00How can I follow the likes of Andrew and Christine...How can I follow the likes of Andrew and Christine? Alas, they beggar my poor attempts at comraderie.<BR/><BR/>Although, <I>je suis un trés petit peu française</I>, but without the accordian.<BR/><BR/>Happily, the Great Ink Shortage of 1839 and its subsequent ban on Polish immigrants ended before 1900, when the Polish side of my family immigrated (legally, I'm sure). <I>Jestem głodna</I>, and all that.<BR/><BR/>Don't stay away too long. We count on the fact that you'll post most anything.SkyePuppyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01571489259897997518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14242496.post-1143839368095661072006-03-31T16:09:00.000-05:002006-03-31T16:09:00.000-05:00The French are a curious breed, quite obviously. ...The French are a curious breed, quite obviously. <BR/><BR/>My thanks for your far-too-generous beret-tipping. I too am really struggling with the slow news cycle. It prompts ugly things like the "March Cat Carnage" to occur. Very dire times, indeed. <BR/><BR/>This time of year, my heart too turns to gardening. This is the time of year when one of two things will most certainly occur. I will either try my hand at gardening yet again, with the insane belief that this year I will not kill everything in sight, despite all prior evidence to the contrary, or I will once again beg that unemployed loom tech-o-mine to let someone add on a front porch where the flower beds currently are. This year, I can already tell, leans toward the porch-begging. <BR/><BR/>Of course, if I had a front porch, perhaps I could persuade you to regale me with your accordian music. That, coupled with my two cats howling and a temper-tantrum-throwing toddler, should just about make my life complete.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09297412590929141055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14242496.post-1143832631612700812006-03-31T14:17:00.000-05:002006-03-31T14:17:00.000-05:00You're of French descent, eh? Well, that provides...You're of French descent, eh? Well, that provides the answer to a number of nagging questions.<BR/><BR/>I'd stop there, but because I have a reputation of verbosity to uphold, I will press on...<BR/><BR/>I assume you have heard the story of the British military officer and the French military officer who encountered one another during the Revolutionary War. If not, allow me to briefly re-tell it. The Frenchman inquired of his British counterpart: "Why do British officers wear red coats?"<BR/><BR/>The British officer responded: "If we are wounded in battle, our blood mixes with the color of our coats and our men do not know that we are badly wounded and become discouraged."<BR/><BR/>The French officer responded: "Wow, that's uncanny. That's exactly the reason why French officers wear brown pants!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com