Well, it's possible that's exactly what he meant; it just doesn't sound like something you'd want to brag about in a newsletter. I guess we'll have to wait for Ginger to return and enlighten us.
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JZ - Sep 13, 2007 2:19:43 pm PDT #5494 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Ginger - Sep 13, 2007 2:21:20 pm PDT #5495 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
What he was trying to say was that they'd planted roses in front of the plant, but he became all entangled in a playwright who could not possibly have seen those roses, or smelled them, or called them something else. It's the subset of bad writing in which the person doesn't know what to say, so he uses a quote that frequently has nothing to do with his subject.
eta: My fellow editors and I called that Bartlett's disease.
Volans - Sep 13, 2007 2:40:16 pm PDT #5496 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Oh, Bartlett's Disease, love it.
I particularly enjoy it when people choose one of the trite idiocies that Polonius says to Laertes but use it as "Ooo, Shakespeare wrote this! It's Profound!"
JZ - Sep 13, 2007 2:42:06 pm PDT #5497 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
My fellow editors and I called that Bartlett's disease.
I bow before you in humble awe.
erikaj - Sep 13, 2007 2:44:37 pm PDT #5498 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
You know you watch too much TV when you read "Bartlett's disease" and think "No, wait. He had MS, and Abbey risked her license..." IJS. And because this is the Forum for Lusting: check out my latest: [link] Keep your knees loose, y'all.
sj - Sep 13, 2007 3:19:35 pm PDT #5499 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I just ran into a friend of my friend K who had the premature baby in July. All she could tell me was that the baby isn't doing well. Apparently K isn't returning anyone's phone calls. Which is understandable, but I am out of the loop of what is happening. I leave her a message once a week to tell her that I am thinking of her and the baby and that she only has to call me back if she is up to it. I'm worried, but I don't think there is anything else I can do.
Bobbi - Sep 13, 2007 3:46:29 pm PDT #5500 of 10001
Dog is my co-pilot.
Sorry to hear about your friend, sj. It doesn't sound promising. Keep leaving those messages, though. Then you'll be there when she needs you.
Liese S. - Sep 13, 2007 4:12:00 pm PDT #5501 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Hee! I just may have contributed to future cases of Bartlett's disease! We bought a bunch of books from the library's fundraising store for the kids to use down at the youth center during their study lounge. One of them was a nice leather-bound Bartlett's (for $5!). Heheh.
billytea - Sep 13, 2007 4:22:49 pm PDT #5502 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
So, my desk calendar offers the following quote from 1928 about customs in Tipperary: "It was unlucky to omit going a-nutting on September 14, and one of the chief amusements of All Hallow E'en is still the burning of lovers nuts... to see whether the twain will continue faithful to each other." I would've thought the threat of same would have greater predictive power.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 13, 2007 4:56:28 pm PDT #5503 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Woe! My local hairchopper, who was a FIND and awesome and I loved him is no longer at the place he used to be! I will find him though. Oh, yes, I will find him. My first attempt is to hope his myspace page stuff is updated, and since he last logged in today, I'm pretty hopeful. My second attempt is to go to where I get massages, where his girlfriend works, and not leave until they tell me WHERE HE IS AT.
Seriously. The man can cut hair like WHOA.