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Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter  

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.


Gudanov - Nov 20, 2007 12:14:00 pm PST #3338 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

Apple Pie Rules


Kat - Nov 20, 2007 12:15:25 pm PST #3339 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

The darkness that is Old School Sesame Street.

OH MAN.

From the article:

Just don’t bring the children. According to an earnest warning on Volumes 1 and 2, “Sesame Street: Old School” is adults-only: “These early ‘Sesame Street’ episodes are intended for grown-ups, and may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child.”

Say what? At a recent all-ages home screening, a hush fell over the room. “What did they do to us?” asked one Gen-X mother of two, finally. The show rolled, and the sweet trauma came flooding back. What they did to us was hard-core. Man, was that scene rough. The masonry on the dingy brownstone at 123 Sesame Street, where the closeted Ernie and Bert shared a dismal basement apartment, was deteriorating. Cookie Monster was on a fast track to diabetes. Oscar’s depression was untreated. Prozacky Elmo didn’t exist.


shrift - Nov 20, 2007 12:15:25 pm PST #3340 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I prefer blueberry WHITEY MUFFIN PIE.


lisah - Nov 20, 2007 12:25:37 pm PST #3341 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate

I can't think of the word 'muffin' without appending 'whitey' to it anymore. at all. Like today I thought, "This salad is good but I really want a muffin...whitey."


Sophia Brooks - Nov 20, 2007 12:27:36 pm PST #3342 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I can't think of the word 'muffin' without appending 'whitey' to it anymore. at all. Like today I thought, "This salad is good but I really want a muffin...whitey."

I have this problem, too. Unfortunately, saying "eat a muffin whitey" to one's cow-workers is somewhat embarrassing.


tommyrot - Nov 20, 2007 12:54:12 pm PST #3343 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

More online crack: ZIPskinny. Get all sorts of census data by zipcode. Lets you compare to other zipcodes.

Crack, I tells ya....


§ ita § - Nov 20, 2007 12:57:08 pm PST #3344 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I bought an entire unit of Twix for a craving that proved sated with one bit. On the upside it did give me a chance to have my Old Navy wrap dress complimented by one of the office fashion cognoscenti (it's a weird sensation when it feels like it's the first time I'm writing a word I know perfectly well) (oh, and she's probably not one of, more like the cognoscente).

That's a lotta extra Twix.


§ ita § - Nov 20, 2007 12:59:31 pm PST #3345 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My ZIP code is quite educated, yet has above average number of people below the poverty line.


Strega - Nov 20, 2007 1:27:42 pm PST #3346 of 10001

To a Briton pointing out that something is nonsense, rubbish, tosh or logically impossible in its own terms is not an attack on the person saying it – it’s often no more than a salvo in what one hopes might become an enjoyable intellectual tussle.

I think in the U.S. there's a more emphasis on the idea that one should avoid causing offense by even stating one's own beliefs, much less criticizing someone else's. And there are reasons for that; this is a much more diverse society. My sense is that the UK is tilted more toward the "if you take offense, that's your problem." Not that it's impossible to offend a Brit, but it does seem to require a little more effort. Or Chris Morris.


Jesse - Nov 20, 2007 1:38:40 pm PST #3347 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Unfortunately, saying "eat a muffin whitey" to one's cow-workers is somewhat embarrassing.

Don't I know it!