Hello. I have wandered, but I am BACK IN EFFECK1!one1

[It’s a Christmas Miracle1one.]

I refuse to acknowledge that which is not freely given, but instead demanded by the rabble.

It is indeed a Xmas Miracle! Thank you, Gavin, thank you, from all of your faithful readers!

It’s a Festivus miracle!

God Bless us, every one!

Wow, it returned like the Traveling Baby Jesus!

Did it come back with pictures of it’s travels too???

Gasp. Preview Button! So good to see you home for the holidays. You have been sadly missed around here. Welcome home, wanderer, and to all A Merry Christmas.

Welcome home, Little Preview Button!

You didn’t happen to see Old Yeller around while you were out, did you?

Sweet, beautiful preview button!

Nuts, now I will have even less of an excuse for my random capitalization, misspellings and frequent use of the wrong.

I feel as if we are somehow emboldening the enemy.

The new preview button is here! The new preview button is here!

Praise Smedley, the god of Obsessive Proofreading.

[silent weeping]

But I will miss the ubiquitous Poise! Poise!

No, it’s OK. I’ll be all right.

ha tub si ti gnikrow yltcerroc?

But I didn’t get you guys anything!!

Previewie!!! Thank Xenu you’re back! You+Greasemonkey=S,N heaven.

Merry Christmahannukwanzaakah.

Our Savior, the Preview Button arrived! Let’s have roast Annieangel (she’s already been marinated).

And here is the perfect Christmas card.

DING-DONG!

Hallelujah! Welcome home, Preview Button! Now my Festivus will be joyous, indeed!

11 Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two buttons. 12 The preview button said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.

13 “Not long after that, the preview button got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. 14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. 16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your button; make me like one of your hired men.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father.
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his button, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

21″The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your button.’

22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this button of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.

25 “Meanwhile, the Submit Comment Button was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. 26 So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 27 ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’

28 “The Submit Comment Button became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. 29 But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. 30 But when this button of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

31″ ‘My Submit Comment Button,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ ”

Here endeth the lesson.

Gavin truly loves us.

But he kept us without the Preview for a reason.

Now, like a little birdie who’s been pushed from the nest, learning to fly or fall, we are able to commetn without the preview button! Fearlessly, like Eagles!

And the Preview Button never kept us from screwing up the tags before. I expect this thread to be all-italic by the end of the day.

Happy happy merry merry joy joy!!!!!! The Prodigal Button is home from the hills. (Better make sure it gets a course of antibiotics and a good delousing. You never know what kind of company it’s been keeping. It could have been doing the Matalin/Carville on some wingnut blog.)

The best evah Xmas giftie! (Not really but it is pretty damn fine!) Thanks!

Good Karma shall be yours, Gavin.

Dateline, Left Blogistan. A blow was dealt to the forces of darkness today, when the benign dictatorial leadership of Sadly, No unveiled the results of a year-long secret military research program. The highly enriched preview button was demonstrateb before a packed house of dignataries and press. A spokesman for the reclusive ruler, Seb, indicated that the research program had resulted in enough previewium to build “several more multi-megaton preview buttons in the near future”. Wingnut blogs have not been available for comment, likely due to the Christmas holiday. We’ll be following this breaking story live, at least until the bloody marys and the football game.

mikey

S,N is available in a white on black edition, that’s all I could ever ask for. Preview buttons are gravy.

I don’t need no stinkin’ preview button!

I bet Seb fixed it.

Does this mean the Preview button is a born-again?

No.

Teh perveiw bottom si kabc- teh bste presetn I gto lal hiCtrssam.

While the big news seems to be down below, everyone look up! “Poise! Poise!� has relinquished it’s stranglehold on the Seinfeld-quote tagline!

KnaveRupe – Thank you for reminding us of the Parable of the Preview Button. We would all do well to remember it in the dark days ahead…

28 “The Submit Comment Button became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. 29 But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders.

Bullshit.