In Natter, re JZ's decorating woes:
Teppy: Maybe after the wedding you can move into a crackhouse.
JZ: Sometimes I worry that crackhouse inhabitants would sneer at us for ruining the neighborhood. Hec is a packrat, and even after getting rid of practically everything I own to move in with him I find that I still can't rid myself of the habit of leaving my seven remaining possessions scattered all over the floor.
Awww, man, first the villainous and
utterly baseless
slander, and now it's immortalized in COMM.
JZ calling me a packrat is not unlike Prince accusing Michael Jackson of freakiness.
Dude, compared to Michael Jackson, Prince is Bill O'Reilley.
Dude, compared to Michael Jackson, Prince is Bill O'Reilley.
I think you missed the latest memo about Prince's religious conversion.
I think he missed the memo about Bill O'Reilly.
I think he missed the memo about Bill O'Reilly.
Matt! You are not getting The Memos! Go get some memos immediately.
Teppy, making a short list in Bitches:
::ahem::
Atkins! Seat belts! Gerunds! Prescriptivism! Descriptivism! Cilantro!
::ahem::
Sorry. I just felt a sudden need to invoke some of the many things that get Buffistas all riled up.
In Great Write Way:
Holli: Between high school litmag and bad fanfic, I figure I'm pretty well inured to the worst of what the publishing industry can throw at me. Which is good, because I fully expect to spend a lot of time with the slush pile if I intern for a publishing company.
Victor: Heh, heh, heh.
You think you know. What you are. What's to come. You haven't even begun.
Oh my, thank dog for COMM, because I don't read the Write Way thread and Victor's quote just made me laugh harder than anything I've read all day.
It's funny cause it's true!