You absolutely positively MUST post all the salacious details you can come up with. See who can blog the most embarrassing shit about the other person.
Pleeeeeeeeease.....?
Yessssssssssss. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!
I mean, the Des Moines Hilton is just such a setting. Ooh.
Ok, it's clear that I just made this one up, right? I'm happy to make more stuff up, particularly about Fontana, but I don't want to get your hopes up.
It does look, however, like Unf and I will see w-lfs-n and Kotsko for dinner on Monday, and you can be sure I'll dish in a very crass and public manner.
I guess bpd now knows what it's like for all those guys who completely missed the irony in her post about only women having blogs. It's probably a lot more embarassing to miss the political message in her post, though.
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I had assumed that bpd was joking around in her comment, which was why I chose to piggyback on it. Just because the idea of it all is so silly. I was hoping you would make up some fine details for us here, ogged. Are you not a storyteller? Might we not have some fun fiction.
Okay, the holiday assignment for the Unfogged commentariat is to write steamy fan fiction about Ogged/Fontana and post it here.
I guess I'm the one who didn't get the joke. It doesn't seem right to just make up details about Fontana, but I can pass along that when I told him to come to Chicago for Monday's gathering, he seemed very, very concerned that he and I not sleep in the same bed. I wasn't sure quite what to make of that.
I swear to god, I am going to develop a theory that boys do not get irony, like, ever.
Fiction is good. Ogged/FL slash would be fuckin' hilarious.
Well, ogged, as is made clear from the "Travel Blogging" comments, both you and FL are about 13 years old. That might have something to do with it.
Bphd, maybe it's just that most of your readership is American? I've heard they have a problem with irony (the practice of removing wrinkles from clothes).
I think it's that most of my readership is about 13 years old.
I detect no irony in this thread, unless it's b's contention that boys don't get irony.
Would someone please come over and take care of my ironing? I hate to do it, but don't like going out in wrinkled clothes either (and can't bring myself to buy stuff made out of America's Freedom Fabric). I'll cook in exchange.
Do you mind if the ironing is incompetent?
If you iron in more wrinkles than you iron out, the deal is off.
Holy cripe, pg, are you serious? I'm an ironing machine (well, was, until I switched to an almost entirely...yes, polyester...wardrobe). But my skills are intact.
Not proposing anything now, just musing...if I could work out an ironing for cooking, or even a laundering-ironing for cooking deal with some reasonably attractive woman, it would quickly become a ring-buying, laundering-ironing for cooking arrangement. (Provided the portions are substantial, of course. Your meals are beautiful, but more appetizer than meal-sized....)
You don't want to go putting on weight again, do you ogged?
I've finally found the balance between sufficient exercise and the free indulgence of my essential gluttony. Cook it up, bring it on.
My meals are small because I'm a small girl and want to stay that way. But I usually have tons of leftovers.
The worst part of living alone is if you bake a cake you never can finish it by yourself.
So, you launder and iron? And you launder without shrinking or fading?
I actually don't own much clothing that needs ironing anymore, except for the drycleanables which I don't have to worry about ironing anyway. Sweaters/knits are so much better, and I refuse to iron them. I suspect my mother would iron them. She's have made me iron my underwear when I was a kid, I'm sure, if she thought she could get away with it. Not as bad as my friend's mom, however, who made her iron all of the sheets and pillowcases AND her dad's boxers (I have no idea why).
I do launder and iron, and do both competently. I see you're backing off now, with your not-much-to-iron demurral. I'd be intimidated by a laundering-ironing-superhero-undie-wearing blogger too.
But this talk of leftovers and cakes makes me think there's still a deal to be struck here.
(Being forced to iron one's father's boxers doesn't seem right; at all.)
You wear superhero undies? That's cool, I guess, but couldn't these revelations have waited until Tuesday?
Ok, when I said "superhero undies" I was thinking of underwear emblazoned with images of superheroes, not the sort of underwear a superhero might wear, which I guess is what you were getting at. Still, though.
You can do my ironing, if profgrrrl doesn't have enough to keep you busy.
Maybe we can start a collective of sorts?
I'm happy to do the cooking but could use people to ...
change my lightbulbs
take my car for an oil change
clean the kitchen floor
(Hee hee, can you guess what ex has been doing this week?)
Absent my sense that we wouldn't get along so hot in real life, I'd say you and I should get hitched, pg.