Gus: Friday at work. Do any of these Swiss understand that Sunday is Halloween, a day when frock coats are worn in all seriousness, in order to loom over small candy supplicants?

Do they understand that today is a day of frivolity, a day when due-dates are forgiven until Monday, that today is a day when translating impenetrable German specifications for software into impenetrable English can wait a few fucking days?

No.

The clocks are cute, though.

Thanks to the Wire, "ass cap" feels kind of sinister to me.Because if your package is short, your ass gets capped. There might be capitals, but they're mostly monosyllables, I'm guessing.

Susan W. in Bitches

I'm getting cheap laughs from an Amazon review of one of the Sharpe movies where a typo-prone reviewer brought up "1700th century warfare." Leaving aside the fact that "1700's" or "17th century" would've also been incorrect, DH and I are having fun improvising the script for Sharpe's Cyborgs.

SailAweigh: So? What happened to the cabana boys? I don't see any semi-naked boys prancing around the thread, here! Bring on the boys! Besides, I need a Mai-Tai. Make those slackers work for their tips.

Polter-Cow: Can I have a cabana girl instead? Is there even such a thing?

Deena: I was just changing into something more comfortable when Kara got out of bed and burst into my room. "AAGH! You're NAKED!"
"Yes, I am! I'm changing, is that okay with you?"
"NO! You're NAKED!"
"YES, I am, and if you were in bed you wouldn't see it!"
She leaves, chanting: "Naked naked nakED, naked Naked nakED"

argh.

ION, I found sheets for Nick's wall for 3.99 each! My evil plot continues apace.

SailAweigh: Damnit, Deena. I asked for a naked cabana boy. But, you could go make P-C happy.

Polter-Cow: She already did, by using the word "apace."

[First two posts slightly out of order, so that I didn't have to include 50 less funny posts, in order to keep the thought-flow. What? It's a thing. Thought-flow. Really.]

Polter-Cow:

I saw the eagle/ostrich one the other day. Way to be metaphorical, Democrats! At least, I think it was a metaphor. I really don't want an eagle in the Oval Office. I don't trust the decision-making skills of a creature that eats mice.

Hm, okay, it seems they eat fish more often. I bet John Kerry eats fish. Though I don't think he grabs them right out of the water.

KristinT's tag: "If you're a Democrat, you win when people think." -Bill Clinton

Polter-Cow: Kristin totally stole quester's tag.

KristinT: Actually, I'm recycling an old tag. I tagged that when I first saw Clinton on The Daily Show this summer and thought now was an apt time to bring it back.

Polter-Cow: He said it way back then? He totally plagiarized himself at the DNC.

You're recycling something recycled.

KristinT: And yet, still not voting Nadar.

Cashmere, on living in a swing state, the weekend before the 2004 election: Note to self: Turn off the fucking teevee until Tuesday night when you're watching The Daily Show.

I can't take any more political commercials. Give me a hemorrhoid cream commercial, an ad for a medication that will treat some particularly vile sexually transmitted disease or a tampon commercial. Bring back the mobile phone marketing, the fast food panderers and the Gap ads. I want my television to cater to my untapped desires and my secret medical problems. Please, for the love of all that's holy, SET MY TELEVISION FREE!!!!

Alibelle: Hahaha. These stories are awesome. Should I admit that one of my great great great great great great great great (is that the right number? It should be 8) grandfathers was Alexander Hamilton? Or that one of my (10 greats) grandfathers was William Bradford (of the Mayflower)? I really wish at least someone in my very interesting family had been in it for the money. Like the guy who was one of the co-founders of Coca Cola, but who got mad at his friend and partner, and decided to punish him by just giving him all the shares in the company. Or my relatives in the south who decided that cotton wasn't going to be a big seller, and they were going to get into the horse business instead. (ETA: And then they proceeded to raise rather lackluster horses.)

Instead they were all really fiscally irresponsible, and gave away any chance for a fortune that came along. I would really like a trust fund. So, alas, the family is filled with a bunch of poor genealogists, instead.

Nilly: Also, there seems to be too many doubled letters in the word "committee", like the letters themselves are having one.