Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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Ginger in Bitches, during a flurry of school fight songs--
I wonder if the school that has the banana slug as a mascot has a song. We could write one for them:
Banana slug, banana slug
Into ugly you put the ugh
Banana slug, when you have time
Cover the other team with slime.
deb: It has been remarked that the Tact Fairy was not invited to my christening.
In Natter:
NoiseDesign: The sappy music on Bush's site makes me want to take my own life.
Gudanov: And you're not a Bush supporter. It's a campaign strategy.
The Lutheran discussion returns with bonus slaughter of the innocent:
Deb G:
I have no Lutherans in my sink. I murdered them all, a la the de Valois Massacre of the Heugenots. I poured Clorox Cleanser with Bleach on all their tiny little germy heads, and listened to them scream, and I spared none of them.
Fear me.Gud:
I killed them all too, I scalded them with hot water and scoured them with Ajax.amych:
Bleach them all, and God will know his own.
Le Empresse, in Les Bitches
There's a chick in my corporate office who likes to email me whenever I have made a typo and be really condescending. I asked Emily to smite her. MM had this to say.
Ah. The Smiting of the Condescending Wank-person. Just like in Exegesis 19:35 hut hut:
35 And verily didst the Lord speak unto Herbert and the Lord did say:
36 "Thou hast cast aspersions on My typing too much. Shall I not, now, cast thine soul unto Perdition? Seek you now your salvateon?"
37 And Herbert didst answer his Lord saying: "Lord...'salvation' is spelled with an 'i', not an 'e'."
38 And the Lord did send down lightnings to slap Herbert as though he were a bitch.
39 And the Lord spake: "Herbert, thou bring shame unto your father's house. For thou art a wanker."
40 And Herbert did weep as a little girl.
Daniel Jensen in Bitches:
I miss Coca Cola before HFCS, and in nearly indestructible Georgia Green bottles with a bottle cap that you needed an opener to uncork, chilled to 34 degrees in a vending machine where you wrench them out of a slot and listen to the rest of the bottles in the machine clank into position.
We're going to miss Raquel a lot:
The only good thing I can think of to say about the Star Wars re-work is that Chewie Finally Gets a Damn Medal.
Otherwise, I'm boggled as to why Lucas thought it made more sense to make two new movies that don't match the canon of the existing movies and then redact the existing movies even though the entire population of the world has already seen them at least once, than to make the two new movies fit the story as already told.
It's like he works at my office or something.
Matt the Bruins Fan makes me love Margaret Cho:
I made my last minute deadline in time to race to Memphis and see Margaret Cho in person on her "State of Emergency" tour. She rocks to an amazing degree.
Margaret had a great bit about how some of her comments about Bush sparked a wave of bigoted hate mail of the "GO BACK TO YUR OWN KUNTRY YOU CHINK DIKE!!!1!" variety. Which she then posted on her website... complete with all the included return address info for the convenience of any passing fans who might like to reply.
The aforementioned hate mailers then flooded her e-mail with a bunch of apologies begging her to call off the hordes of drag queens who were filling their in boxes with floods of angry letters. She said "Apparently, I activated Al-Gayda without realizing it—and that is one sleeper cell you do not want to wake up pissed off!"
KristinT: You know what? I don't know enough about this to make declarative statements. I'm going to stop talking out of my ass now and say...
Look! A monkey! A shiny one!
KristinT:
On the other hand, I had a hysterical conversation with a couple of new money types who were wandering through Old Saybrook in search of an "up and coming" part of CT to settle in. It was so funny--they grilled me for twenty minutes in the parking lot of a random restuarant and used the phrase "up and coming" at least fifteen times. They were very concerned that they find this "up and coming" community, and for some reason seemed to think that I had the key to it.
I must have been wearing something from Talbots.