Dear The People Who Stand Directly In Front Of A Revolving Door, Thus Preventing Anyone Currently In The Revolving Door From Exiting,

Look, jackhole, it's not astrophysics. Move to the side. MOVE TO THE SIDE.

Trapped In A Cylinder,
shrift

Clicking on an existing link wouldn't increase their Google ranking, nor would just sticking the URL in your browser.

Fair point that I hadn't thought of. But my browser would know I'd been there, and I'd know I'd been there.

Last year was fun!

We usually have fun on New Years, although it is strictly family fun (with mommy and daddy drinking wine on the side). We always get a new movie and make lots of finger food -- dogs in blankets, pizza rolls, havarti cheese melted in crescent rolls, spinach dip and pumpernickel bread -- and watch the movie and chow down, then switch to the ball dropping.

For a couple years, we went to my friend's house and stayed over -- the kids all played in the family room, and the grownups stayed upstairs with a big dinner and wine and music and some kind of board game. That was a lot of fun, too. Although getting up to drive an hour and a half home the next day wasn't fun, so much.

Look, jackhole, it's not astrophysics.

Dear Cousins to TPWSDIFOARD,TPACITRDFE,

I never understand it when you jump in the same slice as your friend. But I'm utterly speechless at your jumping in behind *me.* Have you seen my butt?

Love,
18 Inch Bubble, Please

IIRC, this article convinced me that Fred Phelps and his family was hardly worth paying attention to. He's, as they put it, "the demented uncle best left locked away in an upstairs bedroom."

I haven't yet read bon bon's link, but I agree. I know a lot of Christians. I know a lot of Christians who run the gamut from conservative to progressive, both theologically and socially.

I've never yet met one who isn't horrified and embarrassed, offended, and insulted by Phelps and his organization, and I've been bringing them up in conversation with Christians, repeatedly, since Matthew Sheppard's funeral.

I know people (Christian and not) who have prejudices against sexual expression other than het/het-married (mostly it's older people with these prejudices) and even among them, I can't think of one who isn't appalled by Phelps' actions.

They only continue to matter to whatever extent they do, because they get attention. They are not worth it. Better to protest discrimination that actually matters. Being picketed or otherwise targeted by Phelps is a badge of honor.

I hear you. I love to dress up but am feeling tapped out on the creativity. My friend is having a robot NYE party (w/ added old school hiphop!) which is funny but I think I'm going to just put on my fave new(ish) dress and red lipstick and a button that says "Frakkin' Toaster" and say I'm a recently unboxed and totally glam Cylon (unless i find some black cargo pants in which case I'm putting on two tank tops, grey and black, and putting my hair in a ponytail and going as first season Boomer).

Awesome!

I worked as a temp for an insurance lobbyist. I quit after three days, because I just felt dirty. They weren't evil enough to sabotage. The people were perfectly lovely; everything they were doing was legal and even ethical, I suppose. I didn't like feeling dirty at the end of the day.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Good for you, kate.

Look, jackhole, it's not astrophysics. Move to the side. MOVE TO THE SIDE.

They'll roast in the same special hell as the people who hold conversations at the top of staircases in the subway.

I can't say I had fun last year. It was Very Good, and Lee is a flawless hostess, but a night that I'm terrified and nursing a broken heart ain't that much fun, even with liberal applications of Chinese food and sparkling wine. But it was definitely a Very Good night, and I'm Very Grateful to Lee for putting me up and putting up with me (also for taking my phone away when we got to the drunk-dialing stage).

The year before that, Z & I had fun, even if putting on makeup was tricky due to the recent scar.

I know this was published several days ago, but I'm just now catching up on the NYT. Did anyone post that erinaceous was quoted here: [link]

This is the first year in a long time I haven't known what I'm doing on NYE. Normally it's me, DH, 2 bottles of sparkling Riesling, a big deli tray from FreshDirect, three or four movies, and caviar and blini at midnight.

This year, almost everything except the blini and the movies are off limits to me (though it's not too difficult to find pasteurized caviar), so plans are a little up in the air. We'll have some friends in from out of town, who may have plans we can latch on to. We'll see. (I really don't digest restaurant food very well these days, so even just going out to dinner can be kind of an ordeal.)