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January 17, 2006


Always quick on the uptake.

(Key quote: “We had spoken about splitting up several times and I think it was inevitable.”)

(Thanks to everyone in the entire universe, but nobody first)


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Little pitchers, eh?

Careful what you say about us computer programmers, Judi. We've hijacked threads before and we can do it again. All it takes is shooting a few comments in the thigh and the rest scatter like pigeons.

...have big ears.

welcome to the geezer blog!

Ahh the parrot becomes the stool pidgeon. I love parrots... especially in the bernaise sauce with shallots.

I also question the credibility of this entire article as evidenced by the fact that this programmer supposedly had a girlfriend. I mean, I've been married for ten years, but I got in on the ground floor before she realized what I actually did for a living.

There's just something awfully sweet and cuddly about those programmers. I married one a little over 6 years ago.

Damn parrot!

try being a programmer married to a civil engineer...

The bird learned all this in a month (I mean I know African gray's are the smartest birds, but still)? How often did this Gary chap come over/call? Was the programmer ever home at all? Inquiring minds want to know.

....rats...they can really do this?

anybody wanna buy a parrot, real cheap, real quick?

Not only that, Annie-w-b-h, but they can read and repeat comments on blogs.

*sneaks up behind judi and gives her a kick*

Ziggy's cage had bars, cooped up with Chris and Suzy
They all lived in Leeds, he ate sunflower seeds
But Chris was subpar, and Suzy went too far.
Making love with new boyfriend, Ziggy sucked it up into his mind.
Like a feathered recorder
When Chris came home one day, the bird hit 'replay'!
Ziggy's cage had bars...

Annie, are you in trouble? Ok, send him over. I'll hide him for you till the heat is off.

love him to bits...

Was that an intended computer joke?

Hey, Blue Meanie, any relation to the Green Meanie?

or to the other Green Meanie?

Two key quotes:

"I love him to bits and I really miss having him around, but it was torture hearing him repeat that name over and over again."


"I’m surprised to hear he’s got rid of that bloody bird; he spent more time talking to it than he did to me. I couldn’t stand Ziggy, and it looks now the feeling was mutual."

Sounds like the aggreived cuckold also had a little thing on the side, but with a member of a different species.


He should have simply re-trained the bird to say "my ex-girlfriend is a b*tch...my ex-girlfriend is a b*tch".

Down - I think I'd have him respond to the girl's name, so that when he hears "Suzy" he would say "...is a cheating slut!"

I've now seen this story on BBCnews.com, cnn.com, msnbc.com.

Slow news day, huh.

Brainy. Perfect. Or when he said "Suzy", the bird would do a dump on a picture of the girl used as a cage-liner.

The guy's gotta be a loser -- any programmer worth his salt would have reprogrammed the bird to eliminate the offending guy's name and kept it. Failing that, bernaise sauce with shallots DOES sound pretty good.


6 boneless breasts of parrot (skinless)
1/2 c. soy sauce
1/2 c. sherry
2 tbsp. Dijon mustard
1 tbsp. Tabasco
1/2 c. olive oil
Melted butter
3 c. toasted bread crumbs
1 1/2 tsp. freshly ground pepper

Marinate parrot for 2 hours in a mixture of soy sauce, sherry, olive oil, Tabasco, and mustard. Broil for 6 minutes per side (time may vary if using dark meat). Remove from oven, dip in melted butter, and roll in bread crumbs and pepper mixture. Return to broiler for 2 minutes; watch carefully. Brush with butter and broil for another minute. Serve with Sauce Bernaise.

Talk about killing the messenger! I can't believe he ditched the bird over that....

I think it would be handy having a little spy around all the time to tell you what was going on while you were out...


s'girl - are you offering to hide my bird or my guy?

Ha! Labs forgot the recipe for the Bernaise sauce . . .

Clark - I think it was the girl's bird.

So when she left, he gave her the bird?

Anyone around here read L.M. Montgomery? This reminds me of Mr. Harrison's parrot, Ginger.

"Redheaded snippet! Redheaded snippet!"

HEY, SuzyQ!

I saw you earlier today on Gene Weingarten's online chat!
Nice work! :)

"nice work"? Somebody's getting paid to do this?

Brainy - it was the guy's bird - he said Ziggy, who was named after a David Bowie song, has found a new home thanks to a local parrot dealer.

"Ziggy, who was named after a David Bowie song..."

Alternate Quotes I Would have Preferred:

"Ziggy, who was named after Bob Marley's son, Steven..."

"Ziggy, who named himself after a comic he read from the paper at the bottom of his cage..."

"Ziggy, who was named after an Oktoberfest chant he picked up last year in Munich..."


Are we still italicising??

That bernaise sauce better come rich. An African Gray usually goes for about $10,000.
The girlfriend though seems to be pretty easy. Just make sure to chew out not in.

This reminds me of a pet store I used to go to when I was young. Back then, smoking was permitted indoors -- even in pet stores -- and the owner of the store smoked like a chimney. He had a nasty hacking cough that sounded like it was coming from deep down, because of his habit.

Anyhow, Charlie the mynah bird lived in a cage in his shop, right up on the counter next to the cash register and telephone.

So Charlie learned quite a repertoire: He sounded exactly like the phone ringing (which drove his owner nuts sometimes because it was hard to tell the difference between Charlie and the real phone), he did a really cool cash register cha-ching!!, and most hilarious of all (especially when you're 10 years old as I was at the time), Charlie had one hell of a smoker's hack.

He also perfectly imitated the meows and barks of the cats and dogs in the store, and replicated the ding-dong sound that the door made whenever someone entered the store. Charlie was a cool bird.

S-Girl, sorry for the late reply to yer queries. I had just left werk for the DB book signing in NYC this evening. (A great time!)

No, I don't recognize either of those green Meanies from my family tree, but I would rather be related to the latter (cool guy-type machine) than the former (not a drink I think I could appreciate).

I'd like to return this parrot!

It's just pinin'!

{{hugs Bumble}} Poor Ginger, struck by lightning. I have always identified myself as "Anne with an E." :)

{{hugs Guin back}} Anne with an E is my middle name. I loved the part where Davy pulled out his tail feathers, and Anne wasn't inclined to punish him because he'd avenged her on Ginger. :-)

Hey, Eleanor! Thanks for noticing. I've never been able to get thru to that chat before.

*smiles proudly*

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