No, I prescheduled the post and got everything kinda messed up. Oh well. As long as nobody throws up a new post in the next 2 hours, everything'll be OK.
100% true story: The first place my first wife and I lived was a little farmhouse and our landlords, who owned the farm, were a couple in their 80s. The wife, who was this tough-as-nails, smart-assed, take-no-shit little old woman advised us that the secret to making a marriage last was never to go to bed angry "'cause you just don't know when you might decide to beat someone to death in their sleep."
There's got to be some connection between its being the anniversary of female Unfoggeding, and its being Valentine's Day. but I am in too much of a daze to make it.
Hmm, I dreamt of death and lesbians recently too. In mine, my lesbian aunt (the historian) died, and that her old girlfriend (also a historian) tried to seduce me at the funeral.
I once heard an argument that canned peaches shared textural properties with a certain sex act. Perhaps Freud would like to further investigate all of these men who don't like fruit salad.
However: Of course words, sounds, scents, touch (think of, for instance (and I admit I have never participated in such an event, but saw one commemorated on the Simpsons once! so it must be true!) passing around peeled grapes and announcing them to be someone's eyes on Halloween) and, yes, images are valuable spurs to imaginative activity of all stripes. This is not controversial, is it?
It's amazing, isn't it? Goddamn women, redecorating everything they touch. The guys around here are just *whipped* now, I tell you. Whipped.
Posted by bitchphd | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:20 PM
Overrun by 47-year-old balding men.
Posted by Matt Weiner | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:28 PM
I for one welcome our new 47-year-old balding overlords.
Posted by teofilo | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:29 PM
Hey, the main page is on Eastern Time and the comments are on Mountain. Ain't the first anniversary yet in Texas, missy!
Posted by Matt Weiner | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:40 PM
Wow, you're right. Has that always been the case?
Posted by teofilo | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:43 PM
No, I prescheduled the post and got everything kinda messed up. Oh well. As long as nobody throws up a new post in the next 2 hours, everything'll be OK.
Posted by Becks | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:45 PM
Feel free to insert your "This is what happens when you let the ladies run the place" jokes here: ____
Posted by Becks | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:46 PM
It's actually guys who are supposed to have trouble holding off.
Posted by Matt Weiner | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:48 PM
That would have to be a very short joke.
Posted by apostropher | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:48 PM
9, see 8.
Posted by Matt Weiner | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:51 PM
As long as nobody throws up a new post
They're not that bad.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 10:52 PM
DING DING DING DING and now it is Alameiday in Texas. Happy Alameiday!
I'm going to look at my paper for a while to figure out if I finished my argument, then I'm going to bed.
Posted by Matt Weiner | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 11:01 PM
See? You bring on a BWO and next thing you know, five baby bloggers. This is why women shouldn't be in the military.
Posted by apostropher | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 11:02 PM
That's a good plan, Matt. You shouldn't go to bed still angry.
Posted by ben wolfson | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 11:03 PM
100% true story: The first place my first wife and I lived was a little farmhouse and our landlords, who owned the farm, were a couple in their 80s. The wife, who was this tough-as-nails, smart-assed, take-no-shit little old woman advised us that the secret to making a marriage last was never to go to bed angry "'cause you just don't know when you might decide to beat someone to death in their sleep."
Posted by apostropher | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 11:09 PM
1: You make a good point, the BWOs are always withholding sex from me.
Posted by washerdreyer | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 11:42 PM
1: yes, even the creme de la creme can get whipped. Just remember to stop whipping when it peaks, or you get butter.
Posted by Michael H Schneider | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 11:55 PM
I was whipped before any of you posers.
Posted by apostropher | Link to this comment | 02-13-06 11:59 PM
What's wrong with butter?
Posted by ben wolfson | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 12:00 AM
Not that there's anything wrong with butter, if that's the intention. I think that's the premise for As The Whirled Churns.
Apparently it's midnight and my brain has turned into a pumpkin again.
Posted by Michael H Schneider | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 12:16 AM
There's got to be some connection between its being the anniversary of female Unfoggeding, and its being Valentine's Day. but I am in too much of a daze to make it.
Posted by Jeremy Osner | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 5:38 AM
The BWO is a sop to Hallmark?
Posted by Armsmasher | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 5:57 AM
Does 'Ben Wolfson' mean Blogger With Ovaries?
Posted by Sam K | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 6:34 AM
22 -- yeah that would do it. Thanks.
Posted by Jeremy Osner | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 7:00 AM
There's got to be some connection
It's that everybody ♥s Alameida.
Posted by apostropher | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 7:20 AM
Just remember to stop whipping when it peaks, or you get butter.
ATM.
Posted by silvana | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 8:49 AM
Ogged (PBUH) was the first to be whipped by the new BwOs, though.
(Welcome back, Sam K!)
Posted by Matt Weiner | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 8:52 AM
bow down before the one you serve!
Posted by alameida | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 9:41 AM
I'm pretty sure that I don't want to get what I deserve.
Posted by Jackmormon | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 9:45 AM
So true- can't swing a dead link in this place without getting it tangled in a fallopian tube.
Posted by TJ | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 9:50 AM
Hmm, I dreamt of death and lesbians recently too. In mine, my lesbian aunt (the historian) died, and that her old girlfriend (also a historian) tried to seduce me at the funeral.
Posted by ac | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 9:53 AM
Oops. That should have been on the other thread.
Posted by ac | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 9:54 AM
death and lesbians
That would make a great band name.
Posted by Becks | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 9:55 AM
Or a Tom Stoppard play.
Posted by apostropher | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 10:00 AM
That would make a great band name.
Better: Death and the Lesbians.
Posted by Jeremy Osner | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 10:11 AM
How about Lesbian Death Compote.
Posted by ac | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 10:12 AM
Lesbian Compote Death is what happens when, despite the fact that both partners really like fruit salad, no one gets around to making it any more.
Posted by LizardBreath | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 10:34 AM
37 "begs" the question of whether sex is qualitatively different from fruit salad.
Posted by Tia | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 10:39 AM
I once heard an argument that canned peaches shared textural properties with a certain sex act. Perhaps Freud would like to further investigate all of these men who don't like fruit salad.
Posted by Becks | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 11:15 AM
Acts don't have textures, Becks.
Posted by ben wolfson | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 11:20 AM
However: Of course words, sounds, scents, touch (think of, for instance (and I admit I have never participated in such an event, but saw one commemorated on the Simpsons once! so it must be true!) passing around peeled grapes and announcing them to be someone's eyes on Halloween) and, yes, images are valuable spurs to imaginative activity of all stripes. This is not controversial, is it?
Posted by Becks | Link to this comment | 02-14-06 11:29 AM