A Hijacked Cup?
I guess my lack of posting is driving others to liven up my blog. I’ve heard from some regulars that a tinfoil-hatted reader hijacked A Cup of Coffey earlier today. The Hatted One left a long, rambling comment that has since been deleted; we don’t encourage site-jacking in this corner of Blogspot.
If you notice any weirdness on this page, e-mail me at the address on the navigation bar. Or just enjoy the nuttiness of it all. I’ll also be happy to e-mail you the deleted manifesto, if you need a giggle.
To thwart future blog coups, I’ll be back tomorrow with an exciting, scintillating post. Or maybe I’ll just let you know who I’m listening to this week.
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Labels: murderous rage, robbery, tinfoil hat
posted by Cup @ 8:06 AM
18 comments
18 Comments:
Not too long ago, someone posted a picture of their boobs on here!!!
I'm not complaining...I actually, uh, nevermind... but I thought you should know!
That whole boob posting thing was rampant on the internet....crazy kids.
boobs are a gateway drug.
Boobs.
Boobies.
Yeah.
I'm curious about this comment hijacker, but more curious about boobs.
Where can you find pictures of boobs on the Internet? Does anybody know any specific sites like that? No, seriously. I wanna know.
I heard something on NPR about boobs and the internet. It sounded a little far-fetched though.
The site highjacking was just weird. This morning I was checking out the Cup over Cheerios. Only there was a completely different page where our beloved Cup should have been. It featured a large picture of Bush and an endless number of posts in a rambling politico-religious rant theme. Eventually, for reasons unknown, that crazy page disappeared and the Cup was back. Only one off-kilter comment remained in the iPod post, which Beth yanked. Have her send it to you for a flavor of what the wing nut's site was like.
Perhaps Beth has a wingnut split personality dying to get out. I'm sensing a conspiracy and a book deal.
Oh, and boobies.
How did we get on boobs? Hijack/Boobs, oh yes, now I see!
Old Lady, I was kind of wondering that myself. The safety of the Cup was in peril, and we're talkin' boobs. But Justacoolcat brings up a good point; maybe I can fake the wingnut and get a book deal; not sure if my novel on spontaneous human combustion has much of a market.
DJ Cayenne, thanks for keeping an eye out for the Cup.
I'm extremely confused right now. I saw naught of this wingnut you describe, but I'm glad you're back nonetheless. Please don't leave us. It would be like another restaurant closing.
CP
It wasn't me.
Did someone say something about boobs?
I, too, missed the highjacking.
I, too, am glad Cup order has been restored.
I'll also admit that I still scroll down to look at your boobs every time I return to the Cup. Soon, they will be archived. What a hassle that's going to be!
You said that if we noticed anything weird on the Cup’s page to let you know. I want to know how I can tell if it’s you or some highjacking nerd making the comments. You do have some weird stuff on here. Stuff like a picture of your boobs (although tastefully done) being posted, and we all know that a niece doesn’t have boobs. Just women.
COASTER PUNCHMAN: Do not worry, my friend; the Cup will live on for a good while. I have a lot of posts in the hopper right now.
BEN: Nobody would ever confuse our favorite music nut with a wingnut ... especially a right-wingnut.
CHRIS: And they're back. But I guess since we objectified you and your skiing photos ...
HAAHNSTER: I'm flattered. (p.s. You can bookmark that post if need be.)
COFFEYPOT: It is hard to differentiate between me and nuts, isn't it? That Coffey DNA breeds some interesting folks.
Guess I missed the action. But I would have liked to have read it. Perhaps you could post a thread mocking the hijacker? Actually, that might encourage him...
Hey Beth - just think: anyone who has their blog hijacked must be famous. You is famous.
TUMULI: E-mail me at the address on the navigation bar, and I'll send you his manifesto.
ZIGGY: Hmmm ... famous. I like that.
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