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where is he???...where has Full Flavored Pike gone
re: #14: I don't think those flip-flops really need an occasion--they are a year-round wardrobe staple, far as I'm concerned!— February 17, 2010 5:45 p.m.
where is he???...where has Full Flavored Pike gone
Now remember folk, the wedding's off, kay? Girl's gotta have some principles, and the groom is just not reliable, as we've all seen. I mean, if he had just continued to post everyday, it might've worked out--I would not have minded having two husbands as long as the chores got done--we'd just get a bigger apartment--remember "the man" lives here, too. He'd of course have to be "First Husband." Hell, Adam could be Husband #3, and we'd have our own reality show called "Polygulous" (like Religulous). Yeah! ;) Ok, now, you all knew where those wascally wabbits worked, since I ferreted out that top secret classified intelligence some months ago. If they are on some sort of blogging hunger strike, we do need to know. Or at least pick up all the free employee pizzas they are not eating. So AG will be in town tomorrow and the restaurant is not far from my house, so we'll see...;)— February 17, 2010 5:44 p.m.
Hell is other condo owners
I am a renter, but have observed for years the soap opera that is the HOA in our building. The position of President of the HOA board has been hijacked by a crazy person, who recently sued an elevator repairman for saying "Lady, you need some help." She accomplished her deed by campaigning for votes from the many absent owners who live out of state and are unaware of building politics--or her mental problems, about which the elevator repairman was correct (and the court thought so, too). Now she reigns over a board of people who are apparently unsure of how to depose her. As a consequence, morale is nonexistent, and the building--and unsuspecting renters-- suffer for it. Example: Last week I reported to some residents who own units that there was a leak in a hallway ceiling that seemed to become a steady stream whenever water was turned on in the unit above. That was Friday. We went away for the weekend, and on Monday, found the leak had gotten even worse, and that the hall carpet now smelled of mildew, as well as being soaked over three times the square footage as when I first discovered the problem. The board waited until the ceiling rotted through to do anything, and now it is a much bigger, more expensive mess than it would have been a week and a half ago. This kind of situation is all too familiar, and it would take a formal PowerPoint presentation to run down all that has gone wrong with plumbing and structure here while bewildered HOA members run around pointing fingers at one another, their only consistent action being to tighten the community purse strings. Sad for democracy ;)— February 17, 2010 4:44 p.m.
Faking It
re: #3: What is the film with Meg Ryan, where she is demanding "Who's the dog in this situation? Am I the dog? Am I supposed to be the dog in this situation?" Oh yeah--it's "When Harry Met Sally." ;) Anyway, we have a similar situation with a friend we love--he is always entertaining, great fun. The guy has not only a hilarious sense of humor, he plays guitar and sings, and we love to sit around the guitar, making up silly songs together--this is the best game at a party! However, his other half (of the last two years) is the biggest drag around. She is morose, jealous, and anti-social. Wanting my friend to meet some other people, I invited both of them to a play and had them show up at a friend's for a little food and wine and conversation before going to the theatre. She was her anti-social worst, unsmiling, and talking little. It was awkward, the hosts were confused by her, and I swore I would not do it again. Now it is a matter of whether or not to tell our good friend how we feel about her. We are leaning toward NOT telling him anything, and just not inviting them together anywhere. She is not really into us either, and has turned down all invitations anyway, so there you go. I just fervently hope he wakes up and realizes there are better girls out there--if he'd only allow me to find him one! :)— February 17, 2010 12:38 a.m.
Whitey strikes
This is good, clutter. I just think the narrator needs a little further rounding out. I know you want things to end obliquely--and you have already shown yourself to be the master of the surprise ending-- but there is something deadening in the narrator's repetition that just loses comprehension, and the "cage" thing isn't working for this reader. In my humble opinion, take or leave. Anyway, love your stuff. ;)— February 16, 2010 11:40 p.m.
where is he???...where has Full Flavored Pike gone
Should I, like, go stalk and pester the two of them in their place of business? I could, you know! Hey! AG! Thursday, Pizza Fusion! Whaddyda say? ;) Then we'll blog on our adventure for everyone's edification back here.— February 16, 2010 11:31 p.m.
To the Lighthouse
Not nearly sexy enough, Naomi. However, since you consistently deliver with stuff like this: "...poured a shot of sherry into the dense coral broth, which gulped it up like a Victorian girl’s school headmistress." I think the 500,000 rest of us out here can let it slide for once. ;)— February 16, 2010 11:27 p.m.
El Zapato
Sounds a lot like Pablo Neruda's odes.— February 16, 2010 4:09 p.m.
ya gotta stop sending me these kind of pictures of u Pete!!!
Reminding self to never order online small blue or brown plastic ponies with orange or blue tails. Check.— February 15, 2010 3:38 p.m.
Back in the Spotlight
re: #30: Alas, besides twiddling my thumbs (neither up nor down) around here, I've been hard at work grading the used dental floss of toothless minds in an Englush that proves the world is as doomed as PistolPete would have it. Time for a film? Absolutely. Did anyone convince me to get Mystic River? No, but I'll give it a shot, since it at least appears to recommend itself by rendering some folk irreversibly inarticulate. ;)— February 15, 2010 6:11 a.m.