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are you saying these framed participant ribbons from Sports Day, grades 1 - 4, are MEANINGLESS, sir?!
i'd like to think lindsay lohan's tweet helped pave the way for jim cramer's tweet. she really laid the groundwork. #youmustconsiderthat
i don't think The Snapple Lady deserves that fate. She should at least get her own meme heap, or be in a better heap of old memes.
this man terrifies me. i just turned off the nightly news when i saw his face.
slippery slope logic, when incorrectly applied, tries to depict the subject/event under scrutiny as an inevitable gateway drug, i think. "if people start to do this thing, they will obviously just run wild with it into complete anarchy; our perfect, flawless institutions will crumble, our utopian society will collapse, and everyone will end up married to their toaster or their sister or their sister's toaster, and the terrorists will have won."
Cellar Darko: underground cell magazine for conspiracellular theorists
i think that's been done, as part of the "slippery slope" argument. "it's a slippery slope! what's to stop humans from marrying their [living creature other than non-relation opposite sex human]!"
kim went on to explain that she knew exactly how learning life lessons after battling cancer felt, because last week she had been talking to josh, and he explained the difference between high school girls and college girls.
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i don't know; there have been some great strides in birducation in the past 3 years. the chicks living under my air conditioner all have iPecks (the teacher got a grant for the classnest).
i love how you captured the exact moment where he looks like "Doug Pitt, portrayed by Zach Braff."
He did not rest his case, and that's the best evidence we have that "Gabe" was portrayed by James Franco in this particular A Friendly Chat.
from what i've heard from gameshow doctors, the Showcase has ways of shutting that whole showdown down.
The Dark Knight: Turn on the Even Darker than Previously Imagined (K)night: The Musical-ish
Solarbabies, with Lukas Haas reprising his role, somehow.
what about a Nic Cage movie to musical medley? Nicolas Cage aux Follies!
have you read Theodore Rex? i just picked that up and hope to complete it this fall. it will be my first presidential biography. any other recommendations? also, your friend and i are kindred, because last summer i drove out to brooklin, maine to see e.b. white's maine homestead, and his grave. if you are wondering where brooklin, maine is, the answer is way, way out there. totally worth it.
we just bought the caro book on Robert Moses this past weekend! after searching for it in the new york public library, we were delighted/dismayed to find ALL 87 copies are checked out and there is a waiting list of 51 people. so we put a hold on it and figured it would become available in december, but then on a walkabout, we passed the housing works bookstore and decided to check with them and lo, they had a FIRST EDITION for 15 dollars, because it was missing its book jacket. this is the true story of when real people stop politely waiting for the NYPL to alert them a book is available and start being real by purchasing it from nonprofit organization. the degree to which gabe's referencing the caro LBJ series and exhorting us all to also read the Moses book excited me may be a little nerdy, but i am okay with it.
"just a really cool, very well researched story" - i was working late last night (ahem, taking a BREAK to read videogum) and i spit my drink all over my keyboard when i read that last sentence. well played, old man fatima, but you owe me a replacement of my clorox wipes b/c i used the last cleaning up the aftermath of hilarity.
this is a good article about walken's visit to his old neighborhood: http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2010/04/19/100419ta_talk_stevenson his mother lived to be 104!
that was way harsh, [Thai]maey.
i've been meaning to ask you - where do you get your ideas?
no way, they'll be watching everything is illuminated whilst sitting atop thousands of piles of boxes with labels like "forgotten lace collars of 1936 hairdressers" and "fragments of poems written on gingko leaves", and they will be donning ill-fitting suit pants and kangol caps!
first they came to toss my neighbor's children onto giant bean bag chairs, and i said nothing . . .
i just love this. i can't decide which is my favorite part - the actual rhyme, the girls dancing in unison, the little dresses and sweaters they are wearing, the old school glasses . . . also, does anyone want to play down by the banks of the hanky panks? or maybe miss mary mac? i'm feeling hand clappy and maybe a little playground stompy now, in the best sense.
real answer - mariella's on 8th ave between 56 and 57th, if you are in midtown. my feeling about quality pizza in ny is that you can really smell the pizza even down the block. when you walk by a rays or those 99cents nonsense places, you either cannot smell anything or you can smell "pizzaish, i don't know" or "pizza?" when you are right in front of the doors and they are open and there is a strong breeze. if you can really smell the pizza and you are not yet right on top of the pizza place, and you can follow the scent to its doors, it might be worth a shot. for me the smell is right when it makes me think of being a kid and going with my dad to pick up a pie at the pizza parlor (The Family Valium still uses "parlor") down the street from my grandparent's apartment. why is this so long? because pizza is delicious. also, in brooklyn, there is damn fine pizza to be had. pizza and bagels.
oh man. the "the brontosaurus head is wrong" fiasco of the 1989. those were dark times in the playroom of the kingdom of valium, dark times.
there's this new cleanse from goop that might help with overheated cockles . . .
zomg i didn't realize it would be that gigantic; apologies. apologies to the internet.
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actually i think "reboot a franchise to make your brat kid happy" is one of the more common scientology courses.
or maybe instead of burning down the gym, carrie uses mind power to teleport gwyneth and tracy anderson to the gym, then locks everyone in together, then tracy anderson exercises them all to death while gwyneth sits on the prom queen throne shooting cleansing lasers out of her eyeballs at the people refusing to exercise. at the end of the movie, it turns out carrie was ghostwriting goop the whole time, and gwyneth paltrow is one of many robots carrie has planted around the world to make distract people from the impending apocalypse predicted by the mayans, which she (carried) will also be responsible for.
i heard the liver from prada's 2012 resort line is tastefully understated.
speaking of beauty products, has anyone seen my tub of diamond cream?
a Super Reckoning? no matter, i welcome it. the chocolate synthesizer will protect me.
insomnia + The N is why Jimmy Brooks will never be Drake to me.
if i give you producer credits, can i use Electric Bridaloo for the name of my retrospective covers / tokyo-issued only b-sides album? maybe with ambiguous punctuation that in fact has no purpose but will provide additional fodder for speculation on the meaning of the album and it's title: Elec(!)tric: Bridaloo
i saw her dad at the tibet house benefit concert at carnegie hall in 2004. he hosted it sort of? or maybe phillip glass hosted, but uma thurman's buddhist father read a letter of apology from ray davies, because ray davies had been shot in the leg. the letter was apologizing for missing the concert, not for being shot in the leg. then patti smith showed up as a surprise guest and also david byrne. the man sitting next to me fell asleep and his wife put her purse in his lap and left it there the whole night, like he was her little sleeping shelf, which i didn't think was very buddhist of her, but i'm not a buddhist expert. great story!
i'm sad that the commenting spambot has figured out how to collect real sentences from earlier comments and tack them on to its spamments (spam + comments (? (nope.)).
sometimes i feel scared, but then i eat a salad, and i realize things aren't so bad!