And it's not like he's from some Jew-deficient area, either. He grew up in Hayward, California, and went to USC.

I think you should turn to him and ask, "Is it true what they say about Catholics?" And when he tries to get you to be more specific repeat, "You know!" and make vague hand gestures.

Hee!

Oh! One of the professors in our department is Orthodox, and wears a yarmulke and beard. I was working through my schedule for the next few weeks, and complained that Rosh Hashanah was making things complicated, since it came in the middle of a time when I've got like eighty things going on. This was mostly just griping aloud. He responded, "Oh, we should go tell [Orthodox professor] happy new year!"

You should ask that guy about how priests are all pervs. Or fish on Fridays. Or being anti-abortion. Um. None of those are funny. What else is Catholic??

Catholic Hell or Jewish Hell?

Prostestant hell -- the REAL hell.

What else is Catholic??

The Pope!

:: on my way to Protestant Hell::

When he asked me if I knew any jokes, I said I couldn't think of anything offhand. Then he told me a joke about sheep-fucking. I responded with a joke about anal sex. (A joke I first heard from billytea, btw.) That seemed to shock him into silence for a little while. (One good thing about being little and cute -- you can get people shocked into silence pretty easily. It's kind of fun.) Then he told me a joke about dog-fucking. I pointed out that he seemed to have kind of a pattern going.

I definitely think you should fuck with him. Tell him that Rosh Hashanah involves lots of champagne and noisemakers and kissing random strangers at midnight, with a big glittery hamantasche-dreidel-matzoh that drops down from the sky. But they don't show it on TV like the goyische New Years because it's easier to keep the conspiracy going if we let the goyim go on thinking that they came up with the whole Times Square thing.

OK, that's weird. After I posted my post 8311, it showed a post from amych right after it, listed as post 8312 of 8311. But now I don't see it anymore.

t edit: and now it's back.

I definitely think you should fuck with him. Tell him that Rosh Hashanah involves lots of champagne and noisemakers and kissing random strangers at midnight, with a big glittery hamantasche-dreidel-matzoh that drops down from the sky. But they don't show it on TV like the goyische New Years because it's easier to keep the conspiracy going if we let the goyim go on thinking that they came up with the whole Times Square thing.

Hee. A few years ago, about a week before Rosh Hashanah, one of my classmates, who's Japanese, asked me what Rosh Hashanah was. I said it was the Jewish new year. He responded, "So that means your Christmas is, like, now?"

I came back from the middle of the night bathroom visit--yay, middle age--

I get up to pee at least once a night, and I have for my entire night. I think I just have a bladder with a short-term attention span.

I think I just have a bladder with a short-term attention span.

Easily bored?

It's gotten to the point where Hubby will wake and need to get up, and he waits because he knows at that particular hour I'll be up within about 5 minutes so he won't wake me. One night I didn't get up for a while, and when I did he said, "Oh, thank god, I've been waiting for you to get up."

There's a lot of things in a marriage that no one thinks to tell you about.

My brother has a coworker sorta like that. Mom says the guy is actually really polite and is trying hard to be friendly (she met him,) but is absolutely culturally and socially clueless. (He's very new to this country, and apparently had a very sheltered upbringing even by his native standards.) He comes out with all sorts of -ist statements that just leave people gaping at him, especially since he says shit with no air of malice. My brother, being the ass he can be, will egg him on to get more insane comments from him. Bro's bench partner will call him on it (especially the sexist stuff) and the guy is totally befuddled by the fact he's being insulting. It's bizarre.

I'm thinking of everything I have to get done tomorrow and want to cry. I'm actually hoping something won't get fixed so as to buy me time. Uhg.