From Natter 12b:
Betsy HP -
Hah. Boston trumps that: they don't HAVE street signs. Just signs that lure you closer, thinking that you are at last going to figure out where you are (Cambridge? Vermont? Australia?), but turn out to announce Sergeant Joe. Q. Pinkney Memorial Square. Which, needless to say, isn't on the map.
Jim's and my theory is that they're saying "If you don't know where you are, we don't want you here anyway. Just stay on this road until you fall into the harbor."
Emily -
I myself live on Yasmine Elifzadeh Square. I don't know who she was or why it's her square, but it's the most recent signage my street has.
Sean K -
Oh, come on, Em! Don't you remember the great Revolutionary War hero Yasmine Elifzadeh? How she saved Boston from the advancing Red Coats by opening a bordello on the road outside of town and gleefully luring each and every Red Coat to their death, one at a time?
Yeah, I don't remember her either. Wierd.
Ken Buddha -
Boston - all roadways designed by 16th century cows.
Anne W. -
Oh, yes. I vaguely remember that there was a place along Mass Ave where it simply disappeared for a while, with no explanation.
Emily -
Harvard Square? It doesn't exactly disappear there, but it is in fact impossible to see or follow. What's the distinction, you say? That somehow it's your fault.
Theodosia -
Putting up signs only encourages the out-of-towners.
Ken Buddha -
This is similar to the mentality behind the use of turn signals in Boston, or lack thereof: Never let the other drivers know what you're going to do, ever. They'll just try to take advantage of it.
Betsy HP -
Yes, but surely you want them to RETURN to being out-of-towners as fast as possible? At present, many of them give up and buy houses in Somerville, having abandoned any hope of seeing their loved ones again.
Emily -
Somerville? I could never get to Somerville. I always ended up either at North Station or in Chinatown. In fact, I was in the middle of negotiations to open up a dim sum place when someone showed me the way to the subway.
juliana -
Sadly, Boston still makes more sense than St. Paul.
Betsy HP -
Well, yes. That whole "through a glass darkly" thing? He wasn't kidding.
Juliana in Bitches: (reciprocal COMMing! whee!)
As I'm typing up minutes of our last meeting, I notice that I keep typing "bUnkruptcy". I think my fingers are trying to tell me to go see PotC and then go home.
Aimée:
I pine for the day that there will be a pirate movie with camels.
high plains grifter:
"Arrr. Avast, ye one humped bitch, give over. Port. Turn port, I say. Ship of the desert, my pirate arse"
In Un-American.....
Holli: OrlandoBloom'sbuttOrlandoBloom'sbuttOrlandoBloom'sbutt...
Am-Chau Yarkona: OrlandoBloom'sbuttOrlandoBloom'sbuttOrlandoBloom'sbutt...
bears repeating...
Edit: better still, repeated bareing...
Firefly 2 finishes in a bit of a punic...(I'm COMMing the lot for cumulative effect.)
Beverly:
ShepHerd. ijs. From "herding sheep," caring for a flock, leader, protector, guide, etc. Biblical reference. Shepherd. Thanks.
Daniel C. Jensen:
I herd that.
Heather Alayne:
It's not like she was going out on a lamb.
Dana:
Sheep puns! Baaaatten down the hatches! Pull the wool over your eyes!
Daniel C. Jensen:
I won't get angora over it.
t /sheepish
Perkins:
BAAAAA haha
Holli:
Puns like these threaten the very fabric of our board.
Baa afraid. Baa very afraid.
Allyson:
sees puns. pulls own eyeballs out in over-the-top self-preservation effort.
Dana:
Oh, ewe guys. I think Allyson's afraid we're going to fleece her.
Holli:
Poor little lamb.
Anne W.:
There's mutton wrong with a few puns, is there?
Wolfram:
Gor-ram it, DCJ! You've got to stop being the cattle-ist for these things.
Dana:
Oooh. And Wolfram moooooves on to bovine.
Wolfram:
I was feeling slightly cowed.
Allyson (post #9990):
runs screaming from thread in shear terror.
Daniel C. Jenson (post #9990):
That's a lot of Bull.
Allyson (post #9992):
doubles. that's so odd.
Daniel C. Jensen:
I wouldn't steer you wrong...
Do you think we can milk this to the end of the thread?
Allyson:
I'll just skim.
Typo Boy:
Well - that lets you get the cream of the jest.
Allyson:
We really need to whip up a new thread title, fast.
Daniel C. Jensen:
We need a cow-ordinator of all these sheep puns. I cattle-ow this to cow-tinue.
Typo Boy:
If we don't will the jokes curdle?
Erinaceous in, of all places, Press.
Erinaceous is cleaning her office again! Who wants a Chicago Tribune promo Smallville poster? Mint! First email has it ... Lex looks hot and smug, Clark looks broody, and Lana looks like she's thinking "I wonder what my parents are doing?"
in Bitches:
Calli:"I like my lust objects like I like my guacamole -- not secretly rotting." Which is true, but doesn't really plumb the depths of my mating requirements.
After a discussion of pirates, gay fashion and decoration, thereby, billytea makes me waste breakfast and responds, thereto:
billytea "Yarr. Shiver me shag-pile."
Me: Is there a category on b.org for "granola on my monitor"?
billytea: Hee. I've been GOMM'd.
In Natter:
Rio - In the end, I am sure Friendster will turn into some lame paying service and you guys will feel all stupid and conflicted.
Allyson - But then there will be the Phriendster Phoenix!
