Backpacking Dad

Dude there is nothing wrong with "tweeting around" your just friendly, and looking for friends.
:D
By the way i'm Jonny.
And I really enjoy your blog,
it's very interesting.
Well feel free to read/comment mine.
I'd greatly appreciate it.
:]

Jonny, it is awesomely creepy that you managed to dash off a comment on this fresh-minted post within 1 minute of my putting it up. I feel like you are outside my cyber-house peeking in my cyber-windows and I can't see where your cyber-hands are or what they are doing.

Now I know how everyone else feels about me :}

heh,heh, heh..

creepy enough for you??

you should get cyber room darkening shades and cyber night vision goggles so you can creep on people...

I need you BPD, don't leave me....

I kind of enjoy your creepiness as you comment on my wee blog. And I will be still reading yours. Have fun at BlogHer....wish I could go!

I've been thinking about going to BlogHer. I guess I should decide.

No. You're creepy.

But I guess we can still be friends. Funny that you're coming to SF to go to a blog conference, when you have a friend in SF who could take you out to a Mission dive bar. Oh, but I forget, you're not 24 anymore, so you "don't do that".

Creepy.

Good god man, if we can't all be creepy once in a while what's left? I need my fix of other blogs just to reassure myself that I'm not the only one goofing up big time on the parenting front (and that's by no means a reference just to you).
I'm off to read some more of your blogs just to check . . .

Heh. This weekend I was at back home, and the Canadian Tire had tons of Wings 2008 Cup Champs stuff. I grabbed a pennant and told my wife I was going to mail it to you. But she told me to put it back because if some stranger on the internet sent me a pennant, she'd be pissed (we don't put up sports paraphernalia).

Creepy. And also, odd - I'm going to be in SF that SAME weekend.

Coincidence? I wonder....

Carmen, http://www.momtothescreamingmasses.typepad.com

I'm thinking of going too. And don't worry. There's certainly nothing creepy at all about men going to an all-women conference.

It's easy to get caught up in the cyber world and waste away your life. I think you aren't creepy....yet. ;)

Now, surely you didn't mean "Life, the Universe and EVERYTHING," did you? Because Douglas Adams is my god, and when people go around mis-quoting him, I get angry. And, you won't like me when I'm angry.

I could also challenge you to an Adams-quote-off anyday, "Do people want fire that can be fitted nasally," anyone??

However, knowing how my day is going, you probably meant to almost quote Adams and are being far cleverer than me.

Finally, I'm with neil, it's not called BlogHIM.

Enough bitching and moaning. Thanks for the space to rant.

Okay, okay... You've stumped me!

I do feel special getting a mention in your post, but I must hang my head in shame by not knowing what you are referencing.

I'm glad you know that I'm just kidding by giving you a hard time. Its just what I do. If I ever make you cry, just let me know. I'll stop.

Much better to creep people out in real life!!

Will you be backpacking it there with Erin?

you are funny. Creepy I am not sure. I have not been reading you long enough.

Hey, are men allowed at BlogHer?

Kidding.

But you can still come by and stalk my blog. I grant you permission.

You may change your mind...last Christmas Captain America and I stayed at the Westin for a fancy Holiday Ball. We were walking down the street dressed in our finest rented apparal and a bum walked after us asking for a dollar....he told Captain America he had a "Hot Woman" on his arm and when Captain America said "NO" for the third time to the dollar beg, the bum said, "SHE AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A HO' ANYHOW!" - We laughed like Hell all the way there.

swirl girl: I burst out laughing at this one. Wow. Creep me right out. :}

madwoman: Obviously I enjoy creeping all over your blog.

whit: You and I can fly wing to Neilochka as he tries to get laid.

aea: If you'll notice, ass-hat, this is planned out about a month in advance. You and I can make plans a month in advance. If you aren't too busy spending all of your Vegas loot. You are so money.

tara: if you look long enough you will find a picture of Erin standing on a small table a day or so after she learned how to stand up on her own. I'm all about bad parenting.

scifi dad: I would have had to get it screened for anthrax or something. Mail? Real live mail from real live people? I'm automatically suspect.

carmen: call it fate. You and I can see who can hit 100 pushups the quickest.

neil: I'm bringing a sign that says: "I know Neilochka and you should all try to get him into bed."

kt: that's a very boding "yet" there.

attiton: I was side-quoting Adams :}

Badass Geek: As attiton has pointed out one of the references was to "Life, the Universe, and Everything", but instead of "everything" I switched to "and the rest", that infamous change in the theme from Gilligan's Island when the Professor and Marianne were going through some hard contract negotiations; this change was also lampooned a little in MST3K: The Movie. Shame on you. :}

danielle: alas, no. Maybe on Saturday, but I'll have her in daycare on Friday.

crazymumma: you know what's creepy? the phrase "reading you"....it sounds like you're right her with my arm pressed close to your eyes as you try to make out what my pores spell out :}

mandy: We're only allowed to go as eye candy. :}

m., ms. R., mom, auntie M., Marey: that's what I love about Union Square. I can always count on my friend AEA to be there calling women ho's.

No...you know what's creepy? The way you're always showing up around here without your shirt on, rubbing oil on our abs and stuff.

By "stuff" I don't mean "stuff," btw. Because that would be uber creepy.

What?

Ok, listen. I know. What is, in fact, really creepy is the way I'm always inserting your abs into things.

And by "things" I don't mean "things."

But I talk about them a lot. But you started it, what with your Ryan Reynolds this and your Ryan Reynolds that (and by "Ryan Reynolds this and Ryan Reynolds that" I DO mean "RR this and RR that"). People in the real world are all, "Seriously, we get it. Dude has imaginary good abs. Maybe you should get out more, lame ass," so I should probably abide by that and get out once in awhile.

Can your abs come, too? Do not foresake me, dude.

Wait. I just saw that whole thing about rubbing oil on OUR abs.

Apparently, I just took this creepy thing to an entirely new level. I should be ashamed of myself, but I just find it to hard to be.

Ah. Me, I'll be at BFF, so perhaps you can just send me some of your nice BH swag instead...

You and Carmen will kick my ass on push ups.

Loser buys the drinks?

You are either simply naive or lying to yourself...as you meet people while lurking about you will TOTALLY be thinking about blogging it. It's. A. Sickness. And. It's. Contagious.

And see, you're only creepy. I just keep coming across as bitchy.

Might I remind you that you have a reader that the internet calls "Aunt Becky." Now who is creepy, bitch?

I LOVE that you are going to Blogher. I think the Dads should just bum rush that place- too much estrogen is never a good thing. Ok, really I don't believe that but I DO think it's badass that you're going.

FADKOG: I am so creeped out right now I'm nearly speechless. I hereby declare you the Queen of Creep. You may dub your Court of Creep at your pleasure.

kittenpie: I get swag? I wonder if there will be anything for me in there.

headless mom: I don't know about that. The day you did 51 I only did 50 :}

womaninwindow: that didn't sound bitchy at all. Wait, did you call me an asshole?

aunt becky: That's true. You win.

worker mommy: It's just my shallow attempt to be cool in high school. :}

blogher? seriously? awesome.

Yep - we're just one BIG creepy family - hope to see you at BlogHer and Tweet you later ;o)

I do feel a great amount of shame. Next time I'll Google the reference so I can at least come off as semi-intelligent.

Oh, and thank you for understanding that my comments are heavily laden with sarcasm. Some people don't get it... But you, my friend, obviously do. Kudos.

Blogher? Wow, I'm so jealous!

Love the pic of you with the backpack and the cutie pokin' out! ;)

I'll see you there... and for once, I don't have to type "See"... ha ha

just found your blog through chapterbytes, although, i think i like the version that you posted here a tad better...

i'm going to have a tough act to follow when it's my turn!

Totally subtle!

Oh by the way, my mom enjoyed your call. She wants to know when we can all do lunch?

ali: yup. And before you ask, yes, it's because you're going.

liz: I hope to be able to find anyone at BlogHer. I fear madhouse. I'll be the one with the facial hair.

badass geek: ah, of course I get it. Carry on.

real live lesbian: which one? :}

heather: feel free to use the troll-powered laser tank.

michelle: I'm booked today, but I'll call her again later to see what you're up to :}

Hmmm, I don't feel the creepy vibe comin' off you at all.

Holy Shit.

I just found out what "BlogHer" is. You do remember, vaguely perhaps now, that you are a large, Native American MALE, yes? The Noble Savage? Scalper of white men?

HA! I love it! I stole some stuff from your blog--hope you don't mind! When drugs and alcohol are not enough--the world invents blogging!

YAY - We can be creepy together!