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I went to the poll. It's the sort of thing where the question is organized in such a way that it sways the moderates. "Should there be?" should instead be phrased as, "Should a law be passed to make it illegal to?"
I mean, ask people, "Should people cheat on their wives?" and the output is quite different from, "Should a law be passed so that marital infidelity is tested for and punishable by fine or imprisonment?" and you get two different answers.
I expect newspapers and the media in general to be focused on generating controversy, not focused on accuracy.
(That's not an analogy, by the way. It's rhetorical analysis.)
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Indeed.
While you're emptying your cache to vote on that poll, won't you please read this important column? Writing of this particular quality hasn't been seen, by me, I don't think ever, outside the Onion.
I keep trying to pick a favorite sentence in it, but I can't! I want them all inside me!
And he exits his bus each afternoon with the same hunger, augustly displaying his latest finger-paint drawing on the fridge for Jen and me to revere with eyes wide and mouths agape.
Well, wow.
Seeing Henry hit this emotionally gratifying milestone refreshes me in ways that I haven't experienced in quite some time.
That's really, really dirty, right?
The whole thing is dirty, as far as I can tell. I especially liked the line where he talks about little Henry's belly full of mommy's booby-milk, and then says it makes him realize he's envious of Henry's social success. Awesome!
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We all stared at her, and spent our two-hour class imagining all the different ways they were all clearly sexually abusing one another, or maybe it's a story about aliens who watched a lot of TV and were trying to imitate human behavior, or maybe...
At this point, the professor turned to the author and said, "You see, if there's no conflict, and no content, and nothing but saccharine bullshit, the human mind will construct unmentionable perversities to fill that void."
The love of God, baseball and family;
Baseball comes second, so all this stuff must be occurring between innings.
he attacks the bus as it approaches our curb with an ambition that would have done the recently deceased former Yankee shortstop Phil Rizzuto proud.
That would be kinda cool if the kid was gnawing on a tire like he was some kind of rabid otter.
And a chubby-cheeked giggle beckons - I think I hear Henry rousing from a cat-nap.
That's just radioactive.
max
['NO! Charlie! Bus FRIEND!']
Ok, ok,
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I sort of got lucky tonight, but I ended up leaving a library book in a crowded bar where it is now probably lost.
That feels like a very Unfogged series of events to me.
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im in ur unfogged, derailing ur thredz
Are you commenting from her apartment, marcus? Or is she two feet behind you, begging you to come back to bed? Good God, man---details!
63: By the standard definition I did, but I'm questioning the "getting lucky" paradigm. It's never quite that simple, always a little fraught. This night maybe more than some others.
Also, this sucks:
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/20/washington/20cong.html?hp
I hate random phrase generators and clearly will do anything to derail this thread. I might even make up an upcoming lawsuit to distract all the lawyers.
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So there was coitus, but it was terrible and you felt bad? Or you grazed her butt with your hand, but felt inexpressibly lucky?
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67: Oh, OK. It's not like you don't give us all plenty of details. She sent me home, because she wakes up at an unconscionably early hour and had to get to bed. Also, I think we maybe went a little fast and she might have been uncomfortable, I could feel the OMG I barely know this person effect setting in a bit afterwards.
I did give her a good back massage though, all women love this and it is never fraught or uncomfortable when done well.
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What he's saying, AWB, is that he earned it.
69, by which I mean comment number 69, is great. I was trying it with "marcus" and "someone not lucky, but skilled," but I didn't get lucky.
37 is genius. We can all stop trying now.
Thanks, ogged. Now idle me with the cracked peanut.
In case it's not obvious, the bot is decidedly alpha.
That sounds nice, Marcus. Do you plan on seeing her again?
60, actually, it would be way more unfogged to leave a potential getting-lucky partner at the bar and come home with a library book.
80: Makes for better threads that way.
73: Oh, that's what you meant by "getting lucky." I figured you were letting us know that you had pruchased an issue of The Magazine About Shopping!.
Now idle me with the cracked peanut.
Have it your way, but I was going to peel the flame under your bowl.
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79: I think so. This wasn't one of those nights that creates real certainty, but I do like her and want to explore compatibility further.
80: that's true, but the involvement of a library book counts for something. Besides, if we all posted all of those nights when we left potentials at the bar and went home with a library book we'd never be talking about anything else.
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Besides, if we all posted all of those nights when we left potentials at the bar and went home with a library book we'd never be talking about anything else.
What do you mean, "if"?
Marcus' terrible performance in bed
That's what I get for being open and vulnerable with you guys. It was only subpar in comparison to my usual awesomeness. First nights are often a little off anyway.
I hope I can get my library book back. It was a hard-to-find history of the Canadian health care system.
90: The question, though, is was it a date or a pick-up? Because if it was the latter, yeah, you're not going to see her again. But I've had second dates under similar conditions.
Don't blame me, blame the random paragraph generator. I'm sure you were a stallion.
Also please note: here am I, at home alone, prepped to mock you.
Who is the winner here?
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91: From the way he's talking about it, I have a hard time imagining it having been a date.
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Sifu, judging by the photos you posted of Burning Man you are surrounded by cool, beautiful women. Also, I thought your paragraph was pretty funny. However, "terrible perfomance" rumors must be nipped in the bud lest I be banned from the DCon orgy.
91: AWB, it was a blind date...I can pull off a pickup maybe once a decade, if that. I think we could certainly have a second date.
Sifu, judging by the photos you posted of Burning Man you are surrounded by cool, beautiful women
True. The missing word: "single."
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Watch out for the second-date intimacy drag. I've had really bad luck with sleeping with people very soon who then freak out about having done so and then start treating you as if you're suddenly a serious partner, out of guilt. Either you can both be cool about it and talk to each other with the respect you'd give any other relative stranger, or one of you might accidentally hyperescalate the familiarity beyond what's natural.
It's not like I expect to be treated like a stranger on the second date, but I also don't like being unnaturally sucked into a position where I have to act like sex hath created this unbreakable bond, or some shit. But it's hard to know how people will react.
The missing word: "single."
Cool, beautiful, involved women usually have cool, beautiful, single friends. Put out the word.
Sorry to blab about all this. Weird night, I felt the need to share with invisible friends.
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But it's hard to know how people will react.
I'll just go ahead and assume "weirdly" or perhaps "somewhat awkwardly."
Just, uh...
What am I doing? Possibly just being a jerk.
Save me, random generator-thing!
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99: Cool, beautiful, involved women usually have cool, beautiful, single friends. Put out the word.
Yeah if only it were that simple. Note my hobbies.
So, who else wants to overshare?
The first sentence of 101 is remarkably serendipitous...
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98: AWB, that is like really good advice. Read-my-mind sort of good advice. I have a history of that sort of behavior, feeling like I owe somebody if they sleep with me and then sticking around for that reason.
I'm looking to settle down soon, hopefully get married. Given that I should be trying to quickly determine whether there is real deep potential and moving on if there isn't.
98: AWB, that is like really good advice. Read-my-mind sort of good advice. I have a history of that sort of behavior, feeling like I owe somebody if they sleep with me and then sticking around for that reason.
I'm looking to settle down soon, hopefully get married. Given that I should be trying to quickly determine whether there is real deep potential and moving on if there isn't.
Tweety has been watching too much Welsh porn.
Such good advice, I had to say it twice.
OK, I think I win the oversharing award for this thread.
Yeah, I think men tend to react in the way I described because they feel bad for having "taken" something from the girl. Remember: ladies enjoy sex, too! Sticking around and being affectionate is just confusing if you don't actually feel it, and it can take a long time to extricate oneself from a relationship like that. Save your affection for someone you can't stand not seeing again.
OK, I think I win the oversharing award for this thread.
What are you taunting me? I'm maudlin-Becks-style enough already, dangit.
It's really worth checking out the lyrics to My Wall.
I just made a great mix, y'all.
Holy grumpy.
Hi everybody!
Hi, Becks!
Hi, w-lfs-n's mix!
I shall share no further. N.E. Patriots: thoughts?
Nevermind what Tweety said, he's drunker than I am: it wasn't an overshare. I'm not bothered, and I got a good random paragraph out of, IMHO.
Damn Sunn O))) does rule, though.
1. Sun City Girls - Rookoobay
2. Greg Davis & Sebastian Roux - Daybreak
3. Magic City - We're Living in the Space Age
4. Yabalancilar - Agit
5. Chris Cutler - [tracks 44, 45, and 46 from "Twice around the Earth"]
6. Eyesores - Blue on White
7. Jewlia Eisenberg - Meister der Kultur
8. Dirty Projectors - Darkened Car
9. Blue Cranes - Polaris
10. Hala Strana - Quarter Mesto
11. Feathers - Tiny Lights
12. Mountain Goats - Blues in Dallas
13. Jozef van Wissem & Gary Lucas - Sick
14. Alasdair Roberts - I Walked Abroad in an Evil Hour
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16. Bad Plus - Heart of Glass
I made an awesome mix that I never shared with you. It consists of all the songs or bands that I've referenced in comments here, assuming most of you were (or could quickly become) familiar with them. So it was the songs, with links to the comments.
But I never figured out how to put it up, and it's not like they aren't things you have probably heard anyway.
AWB: make a zipfile and put it on rapidshare or dropfile.
it was a blind date
Shows what I know.
What are you taunting me?
Taunting? Never! I love you, man!
I seriously think you should get laid all the time just for The Poor Man. Seriously, that site is about the funniest on the web. Where are the blog groupies, damnit?
William Gibson is my groupie, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to have sex with him. Hot, smart, cool girls and acerbic blogs about hating (mostly) everything and (specifically) Republicans: oddly non-congruent.
Yeah, I'm going to bed. It's late. I will consider doing it tomorrow. Goodnight!
Yeesh. Beefo Meaty should shut up. I'm single because of my own nonsense. Pls ignore.
Three options: your own nonsense, or you never go out anywhere and meet any women, or some combination of one and two. I lean towards option three, having (transgressively!) heard rumors.
Could be the jewfro, tho.
men tend to react in the way I described because they feel bad for having "taken" something from the girl.
No, for me at least it isn't feeling bad or that one "took" something. Instead, it's feeling that sex was like making an implicit promise to stick around. Like a woman wouldn't have slept with you if you had said that you wouldn't see them again. Even though I know from experience that being certain they won't see you again can make people *more* likely to sleep with you.
Yeah, no, it totally isn't. Chicks dig jewfros.
Okay (and I really am going to bed), but isn't there something in between? I don't need to know by the second date whether someone's going to be my boyfriend or if he's going to disappear. And it's not like you have to treat them like an honest-to-god stranger, but I prefer it if, after having sex, a guy can still be nice and flirty and fun, as opposed to "So now we have to decide what this is about!!!" or whatever.
BUT: I am weird. We all know this. Sex does not change how I feel about people in some romantic way. How we treat each other in all situations changes how I feel about them.
OTOH: I don't think you can go wrong with seeing (e.g.) this girl again, and having a second date as if it's the first, but with less nerves. Be fun. You don't have to hold her hand or stare in her eyes.
N.E. Patriots: thoughts?
Unstoppable juggernaut.
138: wait, eye contact and relaxed physical contact aren't required? Boy, I could rock this dating business!
Um, eye contact most definitely required, dude.
Do you have to contact her eyes with yours, or will tools suffice?
Flaming dung sticks, for instance.
You don't have to hold her hand or stare in her eyes.
I won't even squeeze her butt. (Almost put an emoticon after that, then realized this would probably be cause for a lifetime ban).
I'm pretty fun-oriented anyway.
So yeah, actually, to be relatively honest for a minute, eye contact is something I have to explicitly remember to do, which always removes me from the situation a bit, which makes me feel like I'm not being genuine, which, etc. etc. I'm not going to make a pop-psychological self-diagnosis here, but really, it's not something I do on my own.
Dunno?
Oh, sorry, Tweety. Yes, eye contact is important. I know it's not the normalest thing for some people, but it's worth practicing, for real. It's hard to trust someone who doesn't look you in the eye for more than a second at a time, unless you meet a woman who has no eye contact, in which case she might not notice. But a lot is communicated that way, or at least some of us have been taught to depend on it rather than verbal cues to know when to do things like kiss or whatever.
eye contact is something I have to explicitly remember to do
!
I'm pretty fun-oriented anyway.
Which is why I spend hours commenting on blogs. I so wish Unfogged had an edit function so I could get rid of evidence that I'm a twit.
Speaking loudly enough to be heard is also something that feels unnatural to people who've never done it. Lots of behavioral things are fakey and theatrical, but they put people at ease.
Lots of behavioral things are fakey and theatrical
This sounds like a disembodied intelligence describing humans to another disembodied intelligence.
Wait, eye contact is one thing, this I get. I but communicating is quite another. What is to be communicated, aide from "I like looking at you?" This one girl was making eye contact with me for the longest time; I asked her if she was trying to hypnotize me, and she didn't laugh. Damning evidence, if you ask me.
Hello humans, can you feel me thinking?
151: What, you make eye contact automatically?
I've been putting effort into increasing my eye contact lately. The problem is that I know fear I may sometimes be erring in the opposite direction--making too much eye contact given the conversational stage and interlocutor. I keep meaning to do a literature search to see if I can find out how long average gaze meetings last, so that I can then train myself make eye contact for that duration.
151: What, you make eye contact automatically?
I've been putting effort into increasing my eye contact lately. The problem is that I know fear I may sometimes be erring in the opposite direction--making too much eye contact given the conversational stage and interlocutor. I keep meaning to do a literature search to see if I can find out how long average gaze meetings last, so that I can then train myself make eye contact for that duration.
aside from "I like looking at you?"
See, that right there is an extremely important piece of information that bears much repetition.
Sorry. And is it better to apologize for an accidental double post or to remain silent and thus avoid the further disruption that doing so entails?
Best to hang your head in shame and silence.
Best to hank your pank in shame and silence.
re: 159
Right, and also, how will women know you think they have nice breasts if you don't stare at them during conversation?
it never ceases to amaze me that the human race has survived so long.
Sifu, were you there for the first burn? Und wo sind your burning man pictures?
This one girl was making eye contact with me for the longest time; I asked her if she was trying to hypnotize me
OK, getting complicated, but I think you're not supposed to acknowledge that a woman is checking you out.
not supposed to acknowledge that a woman is checking you out.
Your groceries come to $37.75, sir. Sir? SIR?
Whee! I like it when I get maudlin late at night. Now it's going to confuse people if they meet me and I'm not a twitchy sociopath!
I dunno, I just feel like it's more noble to stare out into the middle distance, hand shading my eyes from the sun.
I'm not a twitchy sociopath
Isn't your average, run of the mill sociopath pretty smooth?
unless you meet a woman who has no eye contact,
I cried for the woman who had no eye contact, until I met a woman who had no eyes. Then I met a woman who had no contacts. Her vision was excellent.
At this point, the professor turned to the author and said, "You see, if there's no conflict, and no content, and nothing but saccharine bullshit, the human mind will construct unmentionable perversities to fill that void."
I know this was a fiction-writing seminar, not some required course, and that frank group critiques are necessary. Nonetheless, this feels very improper to me.
Damn glad I wasn't there.
The story in 44 sounds excellent, based on the response it generated.
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I know this was a fiction-writing seminar, not some required course, and that frank group critiques are necessary. Nonetheless, this feels very improper to me.
Damn glad I wasn't there.
Maxine Kumin visited my college many years ago and graced our fiction workshop with her presence. One of my pieces came up and Maxine decided to open up with the observation that "Happy fiction is not mature fiction." Admittedly, the piece was sort of saccharine bullshit. But, yeah, so much for the milk of human kindness.
(I will also remain forever grateful to the classmate who glared across the table at Maxine and said, "Well, I liked it." She was lying, I expect, but I remain forever grateful.
There is a special place in heaven for those who rescue others from humiliation in front of a group.
Aw, it's okay Sir Kraab. Those were honestly the glasses I liked best on you.
Why won't Anne Althouse triumph next to the Gayatollah? Anne Althouse pushes the Gayatollah. Anne Althouse buttons her plastic blame around the musician. Anne Althouse delights the Gayatollah without the bicycle.
The article linked in 37 is really brilliant. There's no way that isn't a deliberate spoof. A spoof of what, I'm not sure, since I've never read anything like it, but it's clever and hilarious.
It's like we've got an entire thread dedicated to comment spam and Marcus's bad sexual performance.
186: Get used to it, I think we're all tired of the threads dedicated to comment spam and Ogged's bad flirting performance.
Anything's better than the political threads, though.
188: Anything mends with the political threads. The downhill episode pauses beneath anything. Why does anything snack into the political threads? A brother stills the political threads.
"Happy fiction is not mature fiction."
I'm the grumpiest guy in the world, but the bias toward misery and disillusion in fiction and literature strikes me as manneristic or stereotyped, like Western novels or romance novels.
181: Writers are full of reasons why all writing ought to be just like theirs. Richard Yates once told a group of writers with apparent seriousness that it was impossible to write interesting fiction about poor people.
181: It should be admitted that our workshop prof was a visiting fiction writer of some renown who was mean as fuck to everyone.
One of the many great things about "Confederacy of Dunces" was how it sidestepped the happy/sad distinction. It was a sort of Dostoyevskian comedy.
This has been another edition of random irrelevant musings about my favorite books.
I don't think that having had sex with someone means that you need to stick around and pursue a fake relationship, but I do think that a girl deserves a phone call of some sort. It's bound to be awkward, but it's teh decent thing to do.
194 is true. Finding out for sure that someone doesn't want to see you again is a million times better than sending email and not knowing why he's not replying, etc.
190-93: Absolutely, and the actual prof for that workshop was a kick ass guy (probably still is for all I know). My work that semester was mediocre (at best) and in a final one-on-one conference he told me, in a very kind tone, that he thought alot of the great writers were really pretty fucked up people and that drove their writing. "You are just a remarkably well-adjusted young woman."
I had a hard time knowing how to take the A I got from him the next semester.
(Truthfully, I think his gently unspoken point was that the writing only gets interesting when you are willing to really dig at the underlying emotions deeply -- and that can include happy emotions just as well as it can darkness and misery.)
Still, when some guy in a poetry workshop a year later wrote a pretty nasty mockery of some Kumin poem about a urinating horse, I was just very, very pleased. Horse piss poetry is not mature poetry. Spite is probably also an emotion that could lead to interesting writing if meaningfully explored.
Scott schools dissertation within a librarian. Scott crashes below the entering adviser. Scott bays dissertation over the researcher. Dissertation leaps below Scott.
"Dissertation fails after the pornography."
Alas, no truer words have ever been spoken.
Scott's dissertation is 2700 pages long by now, but it's mostly non-pornographic.
engorged episcopalian protection