My suggestion is not helpful, and you still have the problem, but you might feel better :)

You know me so well. I will do my version of telling him to kiss my ass, which is to ignore his e-mail and badmouth him on the internet.

or you could tell him to kiss your ass.

That's a valid solution too.

I think Chris Klein is making the most of his fifteen TomKat minutes.

Still a dick.

This is cool, but doesn't do the hard part -- complementary.

But then again, I suspect that the nation would be a whole lot better off if GWB had her as one of the two or three people he talks to.

Considering people get cut out of the loop the instant they tell him any unpleasant truths that don't fit his Big Rock Candy Mountain view of reality, I suspect Cordelia would have preceded Colin Powel's ouster by about 4 years.

I'm a big fan of Dana's version. Or, a line about how you'd be happy to bill him for the cost.

So I finally get around to ordering my brother a birthday present (um, it is tomorrow) and I realize...I don't know his new address. Oops. Oh well. I guess he won't get the exciting radiator cap on time!

I will do my version of telling him to kiss my ass, which is to ignore his e-mail and badmouth him on the internet.

This is always a good option, and one which I heartily recommend.

I just had two people calling at the same time for help with the Econ homework, which I couldn't possibly care less about, mostly due to the fact that I did way better on the midterm than either of them, so I don't really care about the stupid one point I might lose by getting the problems wrong. @@

It's so cool to see Erin in the news (or cited on Language Log), and go, "I know her!" Of course, then I have to go, "in the sense of 'hanging out at the same internet message board as her,' which isn't actually knowing knowing..."

I had that moment on the drive home last night, when the radio news started talking about the Word of the Year. As soon as they mentioned the Oxford English Dictionary, I started bouncing in my seat, and then when Erin started talking, I said, "Hi, Erinaceous!" Then, of course, I remembered that she couldn't hear me due to (a) the interview being recorded, and (b) it being radio and not in person, so I felt like a dork.

This project is going to cause me to kill people. I swear. I have to remind them of stuff every single time, and they act surprised. We've had the same approach for six months. Please stop acting like it's news.

OK, so I did laundry, which is a good thing, since I had no clean pairs of socks left. But now I have to trek out to the post office to get a package that's been there for a week already. I don't want to! It's far, and it's cold!