I think that perving is a more interesting topic.
Now that Elizabeth Taylor is past sixty and has been married eight times, can we legitimately perv on her in National Velvet? What about "Ivanhoe", where she was about 17 or 18?
Surely we can work out a way in which your blender is consistent with satisficing.
Take that, popper's bitch.
Still, $35 is nothing for the smug satisfaction of being Jane Galt's appliance bitch.
Sometimes I think you do these things just to hurt me.
You know what would be really sad? If this post was the highlight of your morning.
Stonyfield is nasty. In fact, all American yogurt is nasty.
I like my yogurt neutral: I buy that Swiss stuff with the little white cross on it. Mmm.
You know, I was expecting the Onion link to be an article about a blender that fell apart halfway through Matthew. Like at the end of Fargo.
Y'all are savage about staying on topic. This does not fit my commenting style at all.
What's National Velvet, old-timer?
Re: 8, Matt that scene shows the amazing dedication to his craft that few hold to that same degree as the amazing Steve Buscemi.
My prize blender is the retro classic Osterizer, with the bee hive metal base and *one switch*. It is spare, powerful, and compatible with its 20-years-old-before-it-died-predecessor's attachments.
I don't believe in remaining on-topic in any case, but when he posts about his blender Ogged is taunting us. Y'all live by a fucking harsh code around here.
Does anyone have a quick and easy test for distinguishing between those times when Emerson is faking dementia and those times when he's just giving in to it?
Yeah, pretending he can't tell Ogged from Labs.
Not all American yogurt is nasty. Dannon's is, though. Who eats that crap?
If you can get it (which most of you probably can't, nyah nyah), I'm telling you: Nancy's is awesome. Their cream cheese, too.
which most of you probably can't, nyah nyah
It's all over Chicago and Oggedville. Which I'm guessing means that it's available in most places.
I really shouldn't have let Emerson cut my hair.
Since we actually seem to be talking about blenders, let me throw in two beefs with the Kitchenaid:
1) Hard to clean.
2) Not useful for small amounts.
However: purees like a motherfucker. Excellent for making soups.
It's all over Chicago and Oggedville. Which I'm guessing means that it's available in most places.
We don't live in a blue-state urban cocoon, nosirree....
(I don't know whether it's available in Weinerville, it just strikes me that this is not a safe way to generalize.)
I was being deliberately annoying, Weiner. Next time I'll be obviously deliberately annoying.
From the Paradox of Choice page on Amazon, how can you not love a book review that begins with the words "Like Thoreau and the band Devo, . . ."?
My badski. In penance, I will refrain from snark for the next five seconds.
Who eats that crap?
I do.
Chopper, my one cleaning experience with it went pretty well. Easy enough to take apart, and nothing especially hard to clean once it's in pieces. Must...stave off...buyer's...remorse.
Labs, I don't think I've ever seen you this emotionally invested in a topic.
I don't buy it. Deignan may be an obsession as an object of wonder and amusement, but you really really care about the blender.
I'm committed to caring: if I didn't care about the expensive blender, my decision not to buy the cheap blender would be a mistake. Only cowards cut and run, Ogged. Fontana Labs never does. Not on houseware, anyway.
I thought cutting and running was what blenders were all about.
Sticking together is what good waBZZZT GAH
I question whether it's demented to insist on going off-topic on a blender thread started by Ogged, Fontana Labs, or someone of that sort. I think of it as one of those good deeds that Jews have some kind of funny name for.
So what about perving on a very young celluloid image of someone who's now moldering in the grave? What does the High Council of Perving rule on that one?
Obviously I need to move to Chicago or Oggedville.
Re. Dannon's, seriously. How much added sugar is in that stuff? And ew, the runniness! The artificial coloring! Ewwww!
Seriously, Labs, seek out the Nancy's. And if you find it, send me some.
Not SO bad-- the plain doesn't have sugar. (I'm thinking of the big tubs,not the single serving stuff, which is indeed gross.)
Will do with the Nancy's....THEN I'LL SUE YOU.
I officially declare perving on the young Liz Taylor a-ok, given that back then, she was *still* older than you were, or roughly your age, or whatever.
Labs, get in line. You have nothing to gain but my credit card debt, which I will gladly hand over.
You should market "I sued BitchPhD and all I got was this lousy T-shirt" collectibles.
the smug satisfaction of being Jane Galt's appliance bitch.
There are even better blenders.
What does the High Council of Perving rule on that one?
Well, since you're really getting off on memories of your own departed youth, I think it should be banned.
CW, I though BPHD was the High Council.
Speaking of youthful fantasies, I used to dream of the exotic Brazilian actress Marpessa Dawn ("Black Orpheus"), until I found that she was from Pittsburgh.
She didn't disappear back into the gritty favela whence she came; she went back to the US and made a few crappy films.
Google can be evil sometimes.
All I ask is that my blender measure up to my garbage disposal. Is that so wrong?
The high point of my weekend was buying a vacuum. Hepa filter! Dirt sensor light! It can suck a sock all the way through the hose!
You got a problem with Pittsburgh?
Anyway, her first role was as native-girl sacrifice. The rest of the movies seem to be in French.
Oh my God. The winner of the Miss World Virginity contest escapes from a sexless marriage to an oil tycoon, has... Oh my God....
Have you ever seen Sweet Movie, Matt? Believe me, the synopsis doesn't begin to communicate the weirdness.
Yes, I suppose if I had to bet on which unfogged commenter had seen that movie, based only upon reading the synopsis, I'd pick apostropher. Now, how does it compare to Meet the Feebles?
For the sake of argument, at least, Pittsburgh may be a decent, non-contemptible place, but exotic it ain't.
As the high priestess of perving, I'd like to point out that the high point of my weekend was that I wore my pyjamas for three days.
Ooh, sexy!
Now, how does it compare to Meet the Feebles?
It's more like an Eastern European Dark Backward.
I agree with the Taylor-perv. When I first saw National Velvet I was about the same age as Liz in the movie. Later in my teens I saw her as Cleopatra and the crush became permanent.
But my real comment is on "The Paradox of Choice." Is it worth putting on the Christmas list?
Tripp, I can send you my notes on it, and you can get all the content for a much smaller investment.
Short answer on Paradox of Choice:
a) as fun light intro to behavioral economics, yay
b) as though provoking read that makes you think about your own consumption habits/preferences, qualified yay (could be better)
c) as attempt number one billion to derive a justification for paternalism via a 'market failure' argument, qualified boo
I agree with baa, but would probably be less complimentary on (b).