Jameel Rashid's waffle obsession is just out of control! Check out The Muqata, and see for yourself how many of his posts contain the word "waffles."
Hosts of the Haveil Havalim Blog Carnival were promised waffles for hosting.
I'll Call Baila did not get hers. Gila did not get hers ("Yo man....where's my waffles????"). Batya did not get hers("...And if you decide to deliver waffles to Yaaqov, then please bring some here, too. We're not that far away."). And, I did certainly did not get mine:
There is a vicious rumor going around that hosts automatically gain an invitation to a waffle breakfast at Jameel's place.
Jameel? Where are my waffles? Did Ill Call Baila get hers? Please make mine with spelt flour and without eggs. I'm on a diet. Also, please hold the vanilla, or any other spirit, called for in the recipe.
Until I see my waffles, I am afraid that this rumor cannot be confirmed.
Did anyone get their waffles? I think not. Unless, of course, there are some favorites of Jameel and Jack's inner circle.
I have received taunting and teasing, but NO waffles.
Yet, ALL of our inquiries into this waffle sham have been ignored, scoffed at, marked as "spam," or worse, treated as the ravings of a mad blogger.
NYA HA HA HA! can often be heard in the background of Jameel and Jack's podcasts.
NOW, they're changing the rules, and denying that they have changed the rules at that!
Jack wants to blame his words on how tired he is. Sorry, Jack. It's a no go. Being tired is NO excuse for aiding and abetting Jameel in his waffle scam.
Now it seems, they are trying to entice innocent by-standing blogs Treppenwitz and Serandez into the conspiratorial plotting and planning. But to what end?! What sick and demented goals can be achieved by cheating unsuspecting blog carnival hosts out of their waffles?
The following is a transcript of a secretly monitored e-conversation I had with Jameel and Jack, CC-ing Treppenwitz, as he had already been dragged into it somehow. I'm so traumatized by the experience, I have already blocked out the nature of his involvement.
Now, listen. This whole waffle thing is getting out of hand. NOW, it's "you COULD" win a waffle breakfast?
"Could" is a modal, indicating the lack 100% confidence that the speech will take place.
What's going on? You and Jameel just keep teasing and taunting me for your own sadistic pleasure.
I can't take it anymore!
You might already be the winner of a waffle breakfast!
Just ask Ed McMahon.
Jameel @ The Muqata Waffle Hut
No. There weren't any conditions on it before. You can't just go changing the rules.
That's OK. I get it.
I don't want your frickin' waffles anymore. Now that I have [even] a [minimum] wage job, I can afford to stay away from wheat, B"H.
No waffles for me, thank you very much!
They probably aren't any good anyway.
Just a bunch of hype.
A bunch of hype? You havent seen hype yet.
Just wait till purim...
(Sounds like a threat to me.... And just look at those blatant grammatical errors!)
I keep a low key during Purim..... I don't even know where I'll be yet, Jerusalem, Tapu'ah West, or Elnaqam 4 (near K'far Tapu'ah), so that I can hear a proper Qeriyath Megillah from gvil, without stupid [originally Roman custom of] costumes and lots of noise, so that I can actually be yotzei mahahovah.
E-mail me when it's over.
Now what about that coffee? You've been hear longer than I have, so I expect you to reveal the best cup of coffee Jerusalem has to offer, now that the Internet Shtiebel and its $2,000 Italian machine have been shut down by the police (2006).
(Slight digression here....)
They probably taste lousy anyway.
I believe I will be launching a waffle boycott shortly.
Better yet, how about a blog war? I've never had one of those before. Perfect for Purim.
Treppenwitz has yet to chime in,...probably a smart move on his part.
Now the entire J-Blogsphere knows the truth about why Soccer Dad gave up ownership of the Haveil Havalim Blog Carnival: Waffles.
He threatened to blow the whistle on your scam, didn't he? So, you pressured him. You got him addicted to waffles, then threatened to put the plug on his Baltimore connection if he talked.
Hey, Soccer Dad! You never DID get the Fox's Chocolate Syrup they promised you for your waffles, did you? How many waffles to do they string you along anyway? ...just barely enough to keep you alive? Such cruelty! Hang in there, Soccer Dad! I am sending help, even as I write....
OK, Jameel. Bring it on. I'm ready for you.
I can handle anything you can dish out: Maraschino Cherries (artificial color-free, of course), exploding whipped cream (Halav Yisra'el, of course), batter projectiles, and spatula catapults.
You are mine!