Well, I'll file online, but I like to have done it on paper first. I could print everything out at work, but I'm so behind there as it is (from jury duty), I'd rather just grab what I need when I pass by the library tomorrow.

The coach tells them that they must be like yin and yang.

Oh, dear. What about "wax on, wax off"?

Hil, you are totally killing any desire I might ever have had to watch any but the first Cutting Edge movie, ever--though all the eyerolly Latina stereotyping you're describing in the third and fourth movies is making me want to rewatch one of my other guilty pleasure movies, except that Hec called about twenty minutes ago to say that he and Emmett and Matilda are on their way home, so there goes that chance. Squandered an afternoon on laundry. Bah.

Randomly but related to everyone's browsing through Bureau and all the meta over the past couple of weeks, in another tab I'm peeking (through my fingers) at a community on which I've been mostly lurky for the past couple of years, which seems to be hitting its We Need Community Standards Before We Implode wall--the problem personalities are getting more and more problematic, the one lone troll is getting alternately trollier and more apologetic, a couple of people are defending the troll just to be contrarian, several people have suddenly blurted out all their issues with several other people, and everyone's still wailing, "No! No! We don't want to get all meta! We must avoid creating any formal community standards because it's a BAD BAD IDEA and will destroy us!" I kind of want to be a lurker supporting someone in email (no idea who, though) and send a link to the Shirky essay and a brief history of Bureaucrazy and how it practically killed us to hammer it all out, but that ultimately you have to face the meta or it will eat you starting with your bottom.

Or something.

It's just bugging me--they're (almost) all lovely people, but the place has recently acquired a troubling air of hanging-onto-civility-by-one-frayed-thread.

He's meeting with his manager in a very ornate Catholic church, for no good reason whatsoever.

Well, I'll file online, but I like to have done it on paper first.

I file online to avoid doing it on paper first. 'Tis horrible.

JZ, email somebody the Shirky article, stat, or delurk in a whirl with it.

My provocateuse RSS feed is broken. Grr. I cannot work out whatinhell with the server move would make this particular error.

The Cutting Edge 4 people are having sex on a bench in a locker room. I can't decide between "ew" and "ouch."

Guy, drunk at bar because he thinks his girlfriend has gotten back together with her ex. Random girl comes up behind him and asks, "Mind if I join you?" He asks, "You're not a reporter or anything?" She says, "Wouldn't that involve, like, reading or something?" He turns toward her, now interested. He asks, "What's your poison?" She responds, "Bad boys."

The federal gov't and state are sending less and less tax forms on line.You can go to IRS. gov and print out anything you would like except for those needing carbon copies ( which are mostly employer forms or bank forms , etc)

I vote "ew." It's possible that Olympic level athletes might be limber or strong enough to comfortably use one of those benches for that purpose, but there ain't enough bleach in the world.