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Afternoon, ladels and jellyspoons! It's once again time for your weekly roundup of all things comment: What's That You Say?

What's up, people? It's time, once again, to venture down comment lane and check out the best and brightest from our post-jump adventures from this past week.

Hmm, it seems like the right time to lug the trusty ol' machine which spits out the week's best comments out of storage, and give her a whirl -- and What's That You Say? has got the keys to start the engine. Vroom vroom.

It's a lovely weekend out there. What better way to enjoy it than by taking a look back at our favorite conversations which occurred within the black space of the sunless internet in What's That You Say? So kick back, put some aloe on that sunburn you cultivated yesterday, and bask in the cool commentalicious goodness ahead.

Good afternoon out there in the commentopolis. It's time, once again, for your weekly look at the best contributions from the last week of posts here at DCist.

Howdy out there -- it's yet again time to review the best of your contributions to our little corner of the internet. As usual, your reactions didn't disappoint; so grab a cold beverage and prepare yourself for the commentey goodness ahead of you.

Fred Phelps and his cadre of fanatics were in town earlier this week, protesting local high schools in an attempt to yell at teenagers about how gay people and the military-industrial complex were killing God in America. Or something. In any case, most of our commenters were able to burn through Phelps' followers' wacko-spouting with little delay, but it was demonfafa who really nailed it, earning our Comment of the Week:

Afternoon, fellow commentarians. There was a virtual explosion of comments this week which deserved special recognition, but, we can only include so many of them -- read on, if you will.

That's right folks, we're back and here to stay, with our new slot on Saturday. It's been quite some time since we last talked, but hey, what's a few months between friends? (Hey, you clamor, we listen.) With that out of the way, sit back, grab your second (or, if you're like us, third) cup of joe and enjoy the best of the week that was amongst the DCist commentariat.

[Ed. Note: Those of you who live and die in our famed commentariat might have noticed that we've been absent our Monday comment roundup for the last two weeks. Don't worry -- we still love you, and your contributions have been splendid, as usual. That said, we're doing a little retooling -- Sunday afternoons will now be the home of the new streamlined What's That You Say? If there was ever a feature that we'd expect feedback in the comments on, well, this would be it -- so have at it.]

Good day, everyone. It's time for another sterling edition of What's That You Say? - where we take all the things you said last week and try to make some sense out of them.

It's that time again, a slightly later and shorter What's That You Say in honor of Columbus's shorter, later voyages. Or something.

Welcome to yet another edition of that fine Monday tradition, What's That You Say?

A veritable abundance of worthwhile comments this past week, and we've got them all - no time to waste in this week's version of the Say.

Maybe it's just us, but we're pretty excited that today's the first day of autumn. Think about it - we're losing baseball, but we gain lots of football. Wheat and fruity beers are hitting the bricks, but Oktoberfest brews are just hitting their grooves. And most of all, the weather's getting colder - which can only mean one thing: more time spent inside creating cannon fodder for the Say. Good times.

If there was one thing on everybody's mind last week, it was voting - specifically last Tuesday's primary elections. Who can blame you? There certainly was a lot to talk about. Whether it was the tales of the tape, the kinda sorta results, the revelation that there was some sort of error in the count, or the fallout from that realization - there was plenty to be chatting about in local politics this week.

Happy Monday everyone, and welcome to 2008's first post-Labor Day version of What's That You Say?. Looks like you managed to somehow survive through a week without a comment roundup, but not to fear - we wouldn't dream of abandoning you for two weeks in a row. So let's get to it.

How's it hangin', everybody? Now that Obama's finally selected his running mate, we can all get back to talking about important things, like shaved pandas and where we're going to get the capital needed to open up new locations of Junkpunchers. Wait, what? You say that there's now some sort of convention that's going on in Denver? And that there's another one right after that in Minneapolis/St. Paul? Oh.

Welcome back to another edition of What's That You Say?, where the comments we feature are almost as good as the lunch at Eastern Market on a sunny Sunday afternoon.

It's Monday, so you know what that means - another hearty helping of the witty best and hilarious worst of your contributions to our little nook of the interwebs. So pull yourself away from refreshing those Olympic results for one second and...dive in.

Howdy everyone, and welcome to another hootin', hollerin' edition of What's That You Say?

Welcome back to your usual post-weekend comment-o-rama. It's the Monday morning fix that (probably) won't get you fired from the office. With that said, let's do it to it, good buddies.

It's quite warm out there, eh commentarians? We can only handle so much humidity. Instead, we parked ourselves in front of the A/C, blasted it up to maximum cool, and threw together your comment roundup. Feel free to send all thanks in the form of popsicles and inflatable swimming pool toys.

A big aloha to all the esteemed members of the commentariat joining us for another edition of What's That You Say?.

Hey there commentariat, and welcome to a special four-day version of the Say. Hopefully your government mandated three-day weekend was filled with more heartwarming moments under umbrellas and fewer power outages. Regardless of how your Independence Day weekend was spent, the week leading up to it was certainly a busy one in comment-ville.

Another weekend is in the books. Whether you spent your time enjoying the Folklife Festival, D.C. United crushing the Los Angeles Beckhams, or just trying not to get a sunburn (we failed miserably on that one) - we're sure that you're ready for a little taste of the DCist Monday tradition of the week that was in comment-land.

It was a very busy week for commenting here at the good ol' DCist - and with a metric ton or two of insightful and witty words to get to, there's just no time to waste with any sort of introduction. So, off we go!

Heisann, commenters. Hopefully, your weekend was spent enjoying a nice cool beverage and a dip in the pool. Or maybe you spent some time taking in the experience of the Capital Pride festivities. Or perhaps you were just busy trying to get back the hours and hours that Metro commuting took from your free time this past week.

Spring was nice for the three or four weeks it lasted, wasn't it? After all, it seemed like just a couple weeks ago that the it was 72 and clear. (Oh, wait, it was.) And now we're in for a good three or four months of sweating our previous night's beer intake out on our walk to work. Here's to three-shower days, D.C.

Bonjour, our sublime commentariat. It's time to call roll on our favorites from your last week of home-cooked pronouncements.