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.
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.
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.
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.
What is wrong with my life that I make coffee calls instead of booty calls? Where did I go wrong?
ita, we talked about this.
I know...I know. And it was even an "if it's
really
no problem" coffee call. Much lameness.
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.
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?
I think Sartre imagined your current position, Kristin.
Ugh.
Damn you people with your "lives" and "sleeping"!
Have all my Buffistas forsaken me?? It's not even my Jesus year! (Which, btw, I was relieved to find out, because if it had been 31, I'd only have a couple months left of it...which would have been a bummer! I mean, I plan to get my mileage out of my Jesus year.)
Have I mentioned how painfully bored I am?
ETA: Plei!! Oh thank God. I am indeed trapped in an author's nightmare, but I think it's Dante's 9th/10th ring of hell.
