Earlier this week, while discussing my recent vacation, I alluded to a “Top-Secret Meeting.” Now it can be told just what that meeting entailed:
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Somehow, true to form, when I arrived, Kevin had his laptop out and was online. The only thing that would’ve been more ironic was if he had been blogging at the time.
Over some truly excellent pizza, we discussed the past, present, and future of Wizbang; other bloggers Kevin has met; the general state of the world; child-raising stories (my host had accompanied me as native guide, and a couple tales of his 8-year-old daughter seemed relevant), and scads of other wonderful and terribly dull matters. For example, Kevin mentioned he’s considering “interns” to help out around the site, especially on weekends. It was decided (dammit) that, as the token single guy on staff, I should be kept well away from the screening process. Geez, you make one little remark about “bonus points for black berets…”
If there is any lingering doubts about last Friday’s little staged meltdown, let them be dispensed with right now: I, personally, am in for the long haul. I’ve seen a glimpse of where Kevin wants to take this blog, and I want in.
One final note: absolutely nothing should be read into Paul’s absence from the above photo. There is absolutely no truth to the rumor that he failed to attend because he is, in reality, a genetically-engineered dwarf hamster in a lab in New Jersey who posts through a cybernetic link implanted into the base of his skull.
Everyone knows Paul lives in New Orleans.
And nor should anyone read any significance to my name now being listed above Paul’s in the credits, as opposed to below, as it was before last Friday. Simple coincidence. Quirk of the listings being alphabetical.
J.
(Private to Paul: go ahead, keep getting your great scoops. I was first to actually talk to Michelle Malkin, and now I’ve had lunch with Kevin. Eat your heart out, Oozing Hamster Boy.)
I hate to ask, Jay Tea, but why do you both have large, rectangular left nipples?
1) It’s how we conspirators identify each other.
2) We were just that happy.
3) Allergic reaction to lunch.
4) Sudden rectangular-shaped cold breeze.
5) There Is No Bulge.
6) (Kevin’s) Records from Bush’s Texas Air National Guard Service. (Mine) Republican Talking Points on the Schiavo Affair. (Paul’s — not shown) John Kerry’s Form 180.
7) Exchanged business cards, pocketed there because we were seated at the time.
Take your pick…
J.
8. Because it drives the French crazy.
Something about reading about Kevin’s and Jay Tea’s “large, rectangular, left nipples” is sorta uncomfortable.
Hah!
It’s always strange when you’ve been reading a blogger for a long time before seeing their picture. The picture you build up in your head is rarely close to reality.
However, Jay Tea, you dodged that bullet by describing yourself some time ago as looking very much like Drew Carey. Your a spitting image – apart from the bottomless black holes where you eyes should be.
Update – oh, sunglasses? OK. That makes more sense.
‘Nother update – One day I’ll surprise everyone by revealing myself as an old Samoan woman. Just gotta get that perfect picture first.
Now THIS would have made for a great caption contest…..
So, what you are really saying, Jay, is that my portrayal of you as the mastermind of a Wizbang take over was not far from the truth?? Sorry, I spilled the beans and foiled your evil plan. Oh, yeah, what day underwear are you on in the picture? And did you get to meet the little Wizzers? I imagine the twins having toy laptops to bang away on just like Daddy.
You’re looking good, Jay – if that indeed is Kevin, he’s a wee bit older than I expected. Which is kinda good because it’s nice to know that some bloggers are kids, but adults my own age.
Thanks for the pic!
Cindy
Careful scrutiny of the posts and the pics confirm my suspicions of last week:
OMG, PAUL IS dead!