I had my Chaucer college class back in 1985, so my prof was still going by the slightly older interpretation on the knight that was still around academia at the time. I'd love to take another class on the subject, because I just had a blast with it. My copy of Fisher's complete Chaucer was ruined soon after I graduated in a flood, and I haven't been able to replace it as yet. Maybe I'll see if I can find it in a used bookstore next year.

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Maybe she could check with some marketing groups, or possibly Wired or more tech-business specific magazines might have some stories on studies on internet use?

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God bless linguistics and regional pronunciation. I've yet to get a Canadian friend to believe in Canadian Raising, but neither of us is dead yet. So I'll keep trying.

Dammit, it's been an hour and the head still hurts. Someone's not playing fair.

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I just don't see physical comedy as being that rampant or insidious.

Maybe I'm too tired for this conversation, because I'm even more lost now. When did rampant and insidious become criteria? Or recent, for that matter? Is blue humor rampant and insidious?

It sounded to me like you were saying that only dirty jokes get laughs even when they're not funny, and thus they a unique crutch of bad comedy. If that is what you meant, that's what I disagree with. Because if I channel-surf for a few minutes I can find any number of family-friendly comedy that I find utterly predictable and unfunny, but which clearly makes people laugh, or used to. I Love Lucy was one of the sitcoms I was thinking of, if that helps.

Mostly I think I need to go to sleep, because I suspect my brain went away a while ago. G'night all.

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I just meant that its a dangerous crutch because its so frequent and so easy and while there are certainly examples of bad comedy tropes, none even come close in importance because they just aren't as common.

But, its all just... you know... stuff. sleep tight.

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I didn't eat pizza, but I did have gnocchi. With alfredo sauce, because I was too lazy to make a sauce that required cutting. And I still feel full and kinda miserable hours later.

And I remember now that I ate the food so that I could take some ibuprofen to make my headache go away. But instead, I fell asleep watching Battlestar Galactica. Although, my headache is gone now, so maybe that's what I needed. On the other hand, I am now up, and the SO is still going to call me after his after-show party, so I am likely to be Up for a long time.

I wish I could get my sleep patterns straight, but they rarely are at all, and almost never when he's gone.

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What is wrong with my life that I make coffee calls instead of booty calls? Where did I go wrong?

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ita, we talked about this.

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I know...I know. And it was even an "if it's really no problem" coffee call. Much lameness.

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Aww. Still, a coffee call is a Good Thing.

In our days of courtship, the SO brought me Sprite and tucked me in a blanket during the Great Strep Incident, and I knew it was luuuv. It had to be, 'cause I smelled awful.

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