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.
Lorne: You know what they say about people who need people. Connor: They're the luckiest people in the world. Lorne: You been sneaking peeks at my Streisand collection again, Kiddo? Connor: Just kinda popped out.
'Time Bomb'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Dec 08, 2006 6:59:54 pm PST #5238 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Strega - Dec 08, 2006 7:21:10 pm PST #5239 of 10007
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.
Trudy Booth - Dec 08, 2006 7:24:45 pm PST #5240 of 10007
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
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.
Liese S. - Dec 08, 2006 7:28:58 pm PST #5241 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
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.
§ ita § - Dec 08, 2006 7:35:41 pm PST #5242 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
What is wrong with my life that I make coffee calls instead of booty calls? Where did I go wrong?
Vortex - Dec 08, 2006 7:39:41 pm PST #5243 of 10007
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
ita, we talked about this.
§ ita § - Dec 08, 2006 7:43:34 pm PST #5244 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I know...I know. And it was even an "if it's really no problem" coffee call. Much lameness.
Liese S. - Dec 08, 2006 7:47:03 pm PST #5245 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
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.
Pix - Dec 08, 2006 8:05:37 pm PST #5246 of 10007
The status is NOT quo.
Someone please talk to me. I'm stuck outside a girls' bathroom chaperoning a 9th/10th grade dance, and Bithces is ded like a ded thread. Pretty please?
P.M. Marc - Dec 08, 2006 8:14:50 pm PST #5247 of 10007
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I think Sartre imagined your current position, Kristin.
Ugh.