Get up...get up, you stupid piece of... What did you do that for? What's wrong with you? Didn't you hear a word he said? All of you! You think there's someone just going to drop money on you?! Money they could use?! Well, there ain't people like that. There's just people like me.

Jayne ,'Jaynestown'


Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


juliana - Aug 14, 2007 2:44:18 pm PDT #4704 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Finished reading the article, bon.

Me, too, and... huh. It helped clarify where a lot went wrong in my (first) marriage.


Cashmere - Aug 14, 2007 2:44:52 pm PDT #4705 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

The funniest thing about that post is that when I was in Kent, I went to a restaurant where they had "pussy pie" on the menu. We had to order it, of course. We were laughing so hard the waitress had to ask twice.

I saved the receipt because I knew nobody would believe me.


Allyson - Aug 14, 2007 3:32:12 pm PDT #4706 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

The plagiarism accusation has been fixed...sort of.

My neighborhood is on fire. Again.

News is not specific.


§ ita § - Aug 14, 2007 3:46:39 pm PDT #4707 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I read that it was banked out, paperdol, but they were advising Observatory guests to leave.

Yeah, not that specific either.

I hate that the NY Times pluralises acronyms and initialisms with an apostrophe, and my hand twitches to delete the errant stroke. But this I have to admit I don't know how to make right. I just know it's wrong.


Pix - Aug 14, 2007 3:54:57 pm PDT #4708 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.

pd, insent earlier.


bon bon - Aug 14, 2007 3:55:00 pm PDT #4709 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

He was scolded for his stubborn insistence on drawing a two-tiered lowercase “a.”

Jesus.

Uh, that sounded like I was responding to ita's difficulty, not the "NYT"'s.

ETA2: Oh, that's Grant Barrett, isn't it. Sorry Grant.


juliana - Aug 14, 2007 3:55:26 pm PDT #4710 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Hey shrift and Jilli - did you see Idolator ranked Patrick Stump as the second-hottest dude in music?


Jesse - Aug 14, 2007 4:20:55 pm PDT #4711 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I just had an awesome evening of simple pleasures, so I will share. Left work, had Burger King, got a hair cut (got sprayed with water during the shampoo, but even that was mostly funny), went to Trader Joe's where there was not much of a line and a former coworker (the only person I ever run into in NYC), saw a man in a suit playing the digeridoo in the subway station, and then my train pulled up right as I got on the platform. Now I'm eating almonds with dark chocolate and sea salt, which are DELISH. Lovely!


bon bon - Aug 14, 2007 4:27:53 pm PDT #4712 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

saw a man in a suit playing the digeridoo in the subway station

Related: I was walking in Chelsea to meet someone for drinks on Saturday night and I heard a horn, and it was approaching. I turned and saw... a shirtless guy, rollerskating down the street, playing a trumpet. Ah, New York!


Connie Neil - Aug 14, 2007 4:32:56 pm PDT #4713 of 10001
brillig

On one of my two visits to New York, I rode the Staten Island Ferry and then hung out outside the ferry terminal to contemplate the Manhattan skyline for a while. (Why didn't I take my camera on that trip, why, why, why)

As I'm leaning on the balustrade, I hear footsteps behind me and glance around. There, escaped from a full color painting, was an elderly Chinese gentleman in a long orange tunic, pale green loose trousers, a brownish coat, slippers, a small round black hat, and a leather satchel over his shoulder. His beard and moustache were long and perfectly white.

He gave me a very stern look for a few seconds, then continued on his way.