I'm watching Poltergeist. I've developed the theory that the whole Carol Anne getting sucked into the TV thing is a metaphor for a very prescient angst about technology, the advent of home computing/gaming systems, and the definition of that liminal electronic space that eventually became the internet. I remember that…
That Magnolia Bakery story on Gawk set off some fierce argumentation about the merits of Crumbs and other cupcakeries. Someone got called a dickface!
Today an extremely annoying person did something really obnoxious and then someone several rungs senior to me—for totally stupid irrelevant reasons—refused to back up my enforcing the consequences of the obnoxiousness for said annoying person, leaving my staff feeling completely undermined and me feeling totally…
IF YOU'RE AWAKE AND DRINKING RIGHT NOW? HELL. YEAH.
I just wrote a looong comment giving my diagnostic impressions of killer cop and then my iPad ate it. (I was buried in my office for 10+ hours and only learned of the whole thing an hour ago when I got home. That's what I get for being too busy for Clashtalk. Almost blammo.)
Hey Maine: just a friendly warning—there's trouble afoot down below.
Guess who started the day the GrabySauce way?
I had a crappy morning and I feel like bitching about it, which I will do in the reply out of respect for those that really don't care.
I am watching the My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding marathon on which I just learned that "the eyes are the nipples of the face."
So I'm reading this lovely book called The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. It's about a writer of pulp fiction novels who gets hired by a mysterious gentleman to create a new religion from scratch. So it's mostly a gothic sort of pageturner but in this passage he's talking about planning how to hook people in:
I've decided that getting a sausage mcmuffin with egg and then peeling off the cheese, discardng the english muffin, and only eating the white part of the egg along with the sausage patty is a healthy thing to do.
So this happened today. A client of our agency, a young guy, developed a sudden, intense pain in his temple and radiating down his jaw. He could barely speak. I mean like sudden. Not being doctors, we decided the best thing to do would be to call the paramedics immediately. So the (breathtakingly handsome) paramedics…
Seen on one of those license plate frame thingies:
I'm guessing I might be the only person here who remembers Odie. Odie was a fixture on Crosstalk a few years ago. He was—reportedly—a closted gay teen whose parents ran a gas station in Texas. I believe he said he was of Middle Eastern descent. Odie would present with all kinds of crises that would get everyone very…
Have you seen the lede to the Casey Anthony story?
I love this person's oblivious indignation:
Okay. Now it's a contest between the "CELERY IS GROSS" thread and the "I'm too scared to text her" thread. Whichever one gets more replies wins. If gerbs wins, that means celery really is gross. If Maine wins, it means he will indeed find love in the arms of a comely young Downeast lass. Now vote!
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