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Body, Heal Thyself
"refried's a big boy" And you say you aren't predictable in your responses. I won't grace your comments about my relationship with a friend with any return. Let's leave it here, shall we? Friend: "F-R-I-E-N-D."— January 29, 2010 2:38 a.m.
Dover Beach
Ahhh, for that, I nominate Anthony Hecht for the better poem: The Dover Bitch by Anthony Hecht A Criticism of Life: for Andrews Wanning So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl With the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them, And he said to her, 'Try to be true to me, And I'll do the same for you, for things are bad All over, etc., etc.' Well now, I knew this girl. It's true she had read Sophocles in a fairly good translation And caught that bitter allusion to the sea, But all the time he was talking she had in mind The notion of what his whiskers would feel like On the back of her neck. She told me later on That after a while she got to looking out At the lights across the channel, and really felt sad, Thinking of all the wine and enormous beds And blandishments in French and the perfumes. And then she got really angry. To have been brought All the way down from London, and then be addressed As a sort of mournful cosmic last resort Is really tough on a girl, and she was pretty. Anyway, she watched him pace the room And finger his watch-chain and seem to sweat a bit, And then she said one or two unprintable things. But you mustn't judge her by that. What I mean to say is, She's really all right. I still see her once in a while And she always treats me right. We have a drink And I give her a good time, and perhaps it's a year Before I see her again, but there she is, Running to fat, but dependable as they come. And sometimes I bring her a bottle of Nuit d' Amour.— January 29, 2010 2:32 a.m.
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re: #27: Fred, I was onto it just before getting to the section "Nothing to Lose." Hence forward, it fell into the complete "Onionishness" remarked on by "ohmygodplease" above. But are San Diegans famous for their understanding and appreciation of satire? I answer with a question: How much do San Diegans care about the arts that produced satire?— January 29, 2010 12:22 a.m.
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Correction: #26 brought out your own fire! More like it! ;) Ok, I'm off to read this famously satirical article now. Pete? I suggest you begin it, too.— January 29, 2010 12:01 a.m.
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re: #10: refried, that is quite possibly one of the coolest comments you've ever made--even if a cooler head didn't necessarily prevail! ;)— January 28, 2010 11:53 p.m.
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re:#23: "Ohmygodplease," if that is your REAL name, could you tell us where you started, then?— January 28, 2010 11:51 p.m.
Velvet Goldmine
AG burbled: "or passing it off to old Charon as payment for the *ahem* ferry." That was just as baaaad as my "be-wilde-red" pun. I love Stephen Fry. He rocked as Wilde.— January 28, 2010 9:06 p.m.
Body, Heal Thyself
re: #5: Trust you to actually SAY it, AG ;)— January 28, 2010 9:03 p.m.
Body, Heal Thyself
Pete, go ahead and be flip, but if you were any kind of friend to refried, you'd have read his last two blogs more carefully. But predictably, it's like "Oh yeah, hope you feel better.--Now can we get back to me and my issues?"— January 28, 2010 9:02 p.m.
Global Warming Is Crap!
Pete, the Independent in Libertarian clothing is the biggest Chicken Little around. Please.— January 28, 2010 6:40 p.m.