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I can't. But you're scaring me. Can anyone out there tell me why you raise this particular question?

yes.

this is an alarming question. i hope it's just random!

I was just thinking about comas. Is that weird?

Now I am trying to think of some sinister scenario, like maybe Josh is in a coma and I'm trying to figure out if he's faking, or I'm planning to kidnap the hapless UPS man but first want to determine whether his chemically-induced coma snores would be detected by nosy neighbors. Or maybe I am just worried about What?, which seems to have stopped speaking to us although it - or SOMEONE - keeps coming here from its IP address. Hmmm...

You mean, coming back as in "checking in to read the blog-and-blogger it trashed," without posting anything (scatological or otherwise)?

Or do you mean, coming back as in posting rude stupidities which you're then forced to remove to spare us wading through them?

Well, if it's the first, What? is probably indeed to be worried about. On the other hand, What? may be busy adding brains cells to its small collection.

As to thinking about comas, hmm. It's not uncommon for robots to consider the darker and more peculiar aspects of human consciousness, but still -- comas are pretty rare . . . yeah, I guess I'll vote for "weird" here.

Of course, the Supreme Court may hold a quite different opinion.

i missed an obnoxious comment?

use geektools.com to see where the IP is located, or at least a general idea.

If you have a pressing need to communicate, why don't you just e-mail me, moron?

Oh, gracious, What? is back, leaking charm, savoire-faire, and crank-case fluid from every weld.

Note to What? Participants in civilized society generally do post email, make phone calls, write letters, etc., when they have a pressing need to communicate. Since apparently no one enjoying this blog has done these things with regard to your, um, self, it's liklely safe to conclude that your sparkling wit, elegant expression, profound prose, and gentle ways have mysteriously gone unnoticed. How sad. Loneliness can be such a burden . . .

Your fascination with a blog you claim to find pointless continues to mystify, though. A touch of approach-avoidance conflict, perhaps? Take two enemas and call us in the morning . . .

Dear Dumbo, you seem to be one of those masochistic shitheads who can never get enough of a dressing down. You will first need a brain, Dumbo, then an education, and then perhaps a personality before you can even think of ever kissing my arse again. No more, Dumbo.

You're a pitiful bunch. Fuck off.

If I were a better person, I would be above this. However, I'm not, and I'm tickled. Doombot, I would never dream of erasing one of the gems of logic bestowed by What?. Especially that last one, sort of the equivalent of coming to a party, pissing on the floor, and then demanding that the hosts and other guests all get out and leave you alone to think. Perfection!

Jenni, it all started here:
http://leisureagency.org/blogatron/000532.html

I know, I know, I KNOW I should stop feeding it. But it's so cute!

It is cute, isn't it. I bet What? wears bunny slippers. You do, don't you What?. I love bunny slippers.

How insensitive of me. Did What? dress me down? I hadn't realized; its tiny fulminations are so adorable I must have missed this. Someone, please help me take What? seriously. We don't want to scar its little psyche. There's always the chance it might someday develop into a sentient being (even though right now it appears well on its way to becoming a fuckhat).

what a douchebag. get a fuckin' life or go back to playing quake and telling other pubescent retards that they're fags.

Now, now. Don't scare it. After all, not every blog attracts its very own personal Froot-Loops-for-brains dedicated troll. Or fan, or whatever.

You have to give the ickle-diddy-ums credit for trying VERY bravely to diss the blog and its readers, even while it reveals its admiration with every return visit. Though there does seem to be a touch of OCD involved, since it obviously cannot keep its greasy little rotors off this site.

My guess is that with middle school out for the summer, ickle-diddy What? is very lonesome . . . and its mummy left her computer on.

Don't break mummy's computer, What?. Mummy'll be mad.

oh, hilatron, i feel so sorry for you. can't you just block this thing?

Well, I could block IPs, but What? the hell, you know? I really do find it amusing. (I realize that this is not a particularly flattering part of my character.)

Plus, it seems to have taken its ball and gone home anyway.

Nice to see you 'round here, Tree! I hope you're having fun in the big city. Much luck with your transition!

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