In re para 1, I went to a concert on Sunday where an absolutely gorgeous cellist (who doesn't disresemble one of unfogged's own bloggers with ovaries) accompanied a woman who sang and played guitar; after the set, I said to her, "nice set", and shortly thereafter found two of her male associates very interested in (a) who I was (asking me "who are you?" in a confrontational-plus-plausible-deniability tone) and (b) what I was doing there.
Naturally, I mopped the floor with them, and in lieu of the second opener, I had my way with the cellist.
You see, initially the second opener was going to have her way with the cellist.
More explicitly, W-lfs-n was referring to the two guys.
Complete thread derailment from comment 1? That's probably been done before, but I can't recall when. Anyway, praise you, Becks.
This series of threads isn't to prove I'm awesome. It's so the CRUSHING GUILT makes you go down to your local Obama office to volunteer.
the CRUSHING GUILT
Yeah, it's working. As I advised you over brunch, I planned to do and did some Spanish-language phone banking yesterday. A lot of people weren't home, but I talked to several people, including a guy who's coming into the office to volunteer based on my call. Woo!
The guilt crushed b-wo into immediate threadjack.
My sister wants me to canvass with her. I had two lame objections. 1, I live in Virginia and someone has to be at home for the canvassers. 2, I prefer Kevlar.
We acknowledge and take Becks' point.
That said, even my (male) roommate with whom I am not romantically involved feels the need to specify (with emphasis in some way) that it was a man, or a woman, who left a message for me.
I was vainly hoping that ben's 1: absolutely gorgeous cellist (who doesn't disresemble one of unfogged's own bloggers with ovaries) meant that it was Apo modified.
That would be a lot of modification.
12: Yeah, but for you? I bet he'd go through with it. He's a champ that way.
Think he'd learn to play the cello?
What do you do...to get out...eat the world?
Think about it, won't you? Thank you.
I think if you're going to do the time, you might as well do the crime, and have an affair with John.
Your GUILT isn't crushing me yet. It isn't even bruising. Of course, I'm extraordinarily lazy, so I may not be the best metric. On the other hand, if I do get off my ass you can take that as a fairly reliable sign you can stop.
Fact: if you're a young woman who is phone banking and call a house where a woman answers and you ask "Is [John] there?", 90% of those women will get an edge in their voice and demand to know who you are, jumping to the conclusion that John's having an affair.
"Who am I? You probably don't know me, but we shold talk. I'm just a woman who empathizes with John in a way many people don't understand...a woman who shares John's dreams, who understands what men like John are going through, and who hopes that someday we can live together, in a country with Barack Obama as president."
"Who am I? You probably don't know me, but we shold talk. I'm just a woman who empathizes with John in a way many people don't understand...a woman who shares John's dreams, who understands what men like John are going through, and who hopes that someday we can live together, in a country with Barack Obama John McCain as president."
Don't forget to mention you're an heiress.
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['Isn't it terible what's happened to our good friends on Wall Street?']
Even better.
"Who am I? Uh...um...I'm nobody. Never mind, I'll call him at work. He's working late tomorrow night, by the way. Vote McCain!"
Try 'Is John Doe there?' Or 'Is Mr Doe there?' Just 'John' suggests a degree of intimacy you don't really have.
20-21: I was realizing, as I made Spanish-language phone calls for Obama, that not a lot of people around me knew what I was saying. And I thought: I wonder if McCain needs some Spanish-speaking volunteers...
Not that I'd ever do such a thing, of course.
"Who am I? Why, I'm a member of your neighborhood Secret Muslim sleeper cell. Our records suggest that you would likely be sympathetic to our super secret goal of restoring the caliphate and making its center the USA. I'm calling to see if I can count on your support in the upcoming election for Barack Obama, who is also a Secret Muslim, and who shares this goal."
"Who am I? Da girls dem sugar. How can I make love to a fella? Vote no on da gay marriage referendum this fall. I be Beenie Man and I approved this message."
Ha! And some of you (I'm looking at you, Frowner) didn't believe this anecdote.
This happened in my dad's town, where I went to HS. I haven't talked to him about it yet.
Some neighborhoods in Roxbury were blanketed over the weekend with campaign literature from a white supremacist, anti-immigration group that bluntly raised the issue of race regarding presidential candidate Barack Obama, offending some recipients and angering Democratic leaders.It is (or was, I don't know) virtually all-white, very NJ suburban, ranging from slightly blue collar middle class to upper middle class (no real wealth, and certainly no poverty, anywhere in the Twp.). No hint of this sort of thing, but it's not clear from the article whether there's any particular reason this place was targeted.A flier left on driveways in a neatly packaged plastic envelope and distributed by a group named the League of American Patriots, with a Butler mailing address, questioned, "Do You Want A Black President?" and stated "Black Ruled Nations most unstable and violent in the world."
Crazy.
I'm not actually doing much for Obama besides $; I'm concentrating on the down ballot races, which will be important for TX. I put together packets for voter registration and hung same on 550 apartment doors -- only 1/3 of apartment residents here are registered. (I worked with someone else and we actually did 900 doors total.)
One of the women making packets is a lifelong Republican, pretty traditional, born & raised in TX. She's not only voting D, but volunteering (and thinks putting Palin on the ticket is an insult).
Despite my loathing of doorknocking, I'm going out this weekend. We'll only be knocking on union doors, though, which will make it friendlier.
I also contributed to a local campaign so that we can flip the state leg into Democratic hands. Do I get a gold star?
27: Fuckers.
Morris County does seem like an odd place for that. 10th wealthiest county in the U.S. now, apparently.
get an edge in their voice and demand to know who you are
This is why I shouldn't ever answer my phone.
I always answer my phone by saying "Mike Schneider here." With telemarketers and professional phone bankers working with an automatic system there's always a long, long pause (they don't want to waste their time waiting for me, better I should waste my time waiting for them) and then someone comes on and says something that sounds like "Is Miguel Snerdler there?".
To which I always reply "who the hell are you and why are you looking for him?." I figure that they dialed my phone number, so they should identify themselves first.
I hate telemarketers, including political ones, and they get only one chance at a polite response. It's a prvilege of being old and cranky.