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I just logged in for the first time in like two years so that I could heartily support # 2. I still read the site every day, but I stopped commenting/upvoting because I was tired of having to sign in EVERY SINGLE TIME I visited (I come via Google Reader, so I usually click through on each separate post). Then again, I’m terribly lazy about these sorts of things: so much internet to catch up on at the end of the workday, so little time.
“Upvotes forever! Upvotes to both of you!” – Jacques Derrida
The Senor Chang rap killed me, too, and will certainly appreciate nicely in my LOLk. In fact, I have already found it on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SC-W-rSZAAY
I agree. Dr. Funke’s 100% Natural Good Time Family Band Solution may have been a nightmare for me, but it wasn’t this much of a nightmare for me.
Way to plant, Ann!
So, why is it that the Philly Gummers, most of whom are too lazy/wary of the Bolt Bus to go to NYC, aren’t planning our own Monster Mash? I’d come, even if I ended up lurking in a corner like I do on Internet Videogum.
Napoleon Complex, speaking true etymologies to power! Between this and last week’s Stadius/Statius reference, we’ll turn this place into classicalknowledgegum yet.
I’m pretty sure he was trying, and failing, to say the name of the classical author Statius (which for those of us who speak America’s national language, English, is usually pronounced something like Stay-shus, not Stat-i-us). For a dude with frosted tips on a razor scooter, he has an impressive breadth of classical learning.
I think Michael and Melissa might be the reason they call it “bunkin’ cousins.”
Of course, that’s technically the smallest gang you can have.
For reals, man. When I saw her watching that monk on fire, I actually screamed at the TV, “Sally is Merry Levov!” Betty makes a pretty good Dawn Dwyer Levov, too.
I’m also pretty sure if you tried to make a Venn diagram of Mad Men watchers and Philip Roth readers, about 90% of it would be overlap.
I wish I was able to upvote these two comments forever and ever.
It suuuuure is.
Yeah, I’m pretty liberal too, and I’ll third (fourth?) this. Michael Moore is the Ann Coulter of the left–both of them are more interested in being shocking than in the politics aspect. Which is frustrating, because it makes anyone who agrees with them look ridiculous and easier to ridicule. Oh look at you, you’re saying the same thing as the dude who went with a camera crew to AIG to make a citizen’s arrest.
I was just reading an article on Time commemorating the 100th birthday of the Lincoln penny (timely!), and it contains this little nugget of information: “While federal law states that coins are legal tender, it does not compel anyone to accept them. If a business doesn’t want to take pennies ? or a $100 bill, for that matter ? it has a legal right to refuse them.”
Of course, every time I try to read this to my boyfriend, he just blasts his Slipknot CD to drown me out.
On the other hand, it’s great material for that Larry David/Katherine Heigl fanfic I’m writing. In it, Larry teaches Katherine THE UGLY TRUTH–viz, that she is the worst–and, her eyes opened to her own atrocity, she travels back in time, kills Hitler, and strangles herself with her own umbilical cord.
Still waiting on that Pulitzer Prize for Best Fanfic.
Keanu: “Say, have you ever read this masterpiece of literature that our movie has stolen from in the laziest and most depressingly literal fashion?”
Sandra: “As a matter of fact, I have, and It turns out that it is HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, actually.”
Um, physician, heal yourself, because you have a terrible case of what those of us in the softer sciences like to call psychological projection.
I can already tell I’ll be alternating between this and Peanut Butter Jelly Time in my head for the rest of the day.
Word. I went to high school with him, and at the time I would never have guessed that he’d be another one of the lucky few that managed to emerge as non-fundamentalist Christians.
Though admittedly, I did think that lesson was about trying to get us off dairy. (Huh?)
Good discussion about the autobiographical fallacy and the complex interplay between fact and fiction, Nicole Kidman and Ciaran Hinds. Very (literary) critical.
Ugh. I’m sorry too, Lindsay. You will be missed so so much, and that’s from one former Rodd and Todd Flanders to another.
Also, apparently in France the phrase “an open bar of laughter” is a totally natural metaphor.
63 down, 6 to go! I bet Hermione’s version of “Epitaph for My Heart” is epic.
Exactly. It’s all fun and games till someone starts using Rapies.