Friday, August 29, 2008


“I may be dating myself (a turn of phrase that now hits my ears as a euphemism for masturbation), but back in the early eighties, no women’s health center was complete without the ceiling poster of a ring of redwood trees shot from below. So ubiquitous was this image that I cannot, to this day, look at a redwood and not feel as though I should scoot down a little lower and relax.”

“Gimme a break! What grown man has blond hair?”

“I’m sure there won’t be anything else until tomorrow, when, through gritted teeth, he invites everyone to enjoy the miracle of his latest basket handcrafted from hairballs and human skin.”

“Btw, see if you can find some Sunday church hats somewhere in your house. If not, then maybe you can assign some of the library volunteers to create some out of papier-mâché or something like that. I’m sure they love arts and crafts. I’ll bring the tea…”

“So is there Wizard of Oz porn? There should be!”

“Stay near the oven / don’t answer the door, unless / it’s a cute fireman.”

“I'm no fan of ‘By the honor of Grayskull!’ either. Not so subtle paternalism, if you ask me. Adam/He-Man gets to bellow out the very action-oriented ‘By the power of Grayskull!’ while Adora/She-Ra is essentially saying ‘Don't worry, Mom and Dad, I'm a respectable girl and would NEVER have tawdry recreational sex with Fisto in the backseat of his hovercraft.’”

Exchanges:

A: “Didn’t you like getting manicures?”
B: “You wouldn’t let me get the color I wanted!”
A: “Black is not a color.”
B: “Tell that to black people.”
A: “I don’t know any!”

A: “Oooooh, the web site looks awesome!”
B: “Well, I know that Good Design + Interesting/Entertaining Content = Gina.”
A: “We're not talking about web pages anymore, are we? :)”

A: “Don’t make me come over there with a stalk of broccoli!”
B: “It would be really funny to find you at my door shaking a stalk of broccoli with a stern face.”

A: “Do you like dinner?”
B: “Huh?”
A: “I mean, do you eat dinner?”
B: “I have been known to eat dinner, yes.”
A: “Me too! We should have dinner together.”
B: “I don’t think so.”
A: “Tell you what, why don’t you think about it, weigh the pros and cons and I’ll be in touch.”
B: “Tell you what, why don’t you touch yourself, and I’ll eat alone.”

NEW!
Haiku of the week:

she has a journey
she will take the one she wants
swayed not by small words.

by Faythe A.

Friday, August 22, 2008


“Whenever I see her at a computer struggling to figure out which mouse button to click, I just want to rush up behind her and fix that hair of hers.”

“K, so he’s not good at paying attention to the details, but he could write you a haiku song with his guitar: ‘I find you soothing / like chicken curry, sorry / girlie, meant veggie.’”

“I’m not drinking anymore. It just means I wake up in the middle of the night for a few hours of worthless awakeness. I can’t hold a thought more than two seconds. Kidney beans.”

“Loved the swimmer in the Olympics with the last name Tancock . . . watching swimming is boring. Unless you’re looking at a Tancock. Ha!”

“He needs to fucking grow up and stop watching chick flicks (I imagine this is where he’s learned the fallacy that flowers fix being an asshole).”

“Is it just me, or do you get tired of self-serving, self-promotional emails from staff?
Hey everybody, I’ve spent the last 18 months rummaging through people’s trash and I’ve taken various scraps of rotting food, rusted cans and used Kleenex to make a 30 foot wide impression of a Yeti’s ass-print. Come on out and see it!”

“It’s tempting to say that she’s the Mata Hari for the glasses and Godspeed You Black Emperor set, except that she’s not a spy and hopefully won’t meet a grisly end.”

“The girl’s name I love to hate is Mongolita. Well I love to hate it when I’m called it.”

“You can grow flowers from where dirt used to be.”

“She looks at me as if she is sucking on a ball of tar and I put it there. Maybe for you it won’t be that bad. There’s always alcohol.”

“I’m tall enough to ride that ride, you bucktoothed fucktart.”

Exchanges:

Me: “Thanks for making me laugh.”
Him: “Thanks for making me realize I’m being a girl, Gina Baker.”

A: “So what do you do in your free time?”
B: “Um, I read, hang out with friends, volunteer.”
A: “Oh, good for you. What is the cause? To build hospitals for your dinner guests? lol Sorry.”

A: “Squeezing putty is not as fun as one would think.”
B: “Do you have to do that at physical therapy? Or are you hosting an arts and crafts program I don’t know about?”
A: “For arts and crafts! We are shellacking some putty so DB can have new hooker shoes.”

NEW! Haiku of the week:

nothing tastes better
than burned popcorn like charcoal.
really, you ask? No.

by Lisa E

Friday, August 15, 2008


“When does CPR become necrophilia?”

“gonna be fun!!! we are goi g to Boulongerie now if you want breakfast you yum.”

“So many books on quilts, so little attn span to care.”

“Local humane society having topless carwash. Minivan is sparkly.”

“[M]ost restaurants gave their menus in Japanese with only photos for us tourists to point to. No way in hell I'm picking off a photo. I don't wanna end up eating fire-breathing squid poop just b/c it looks like chocolate!”

“He's a big old albino baby. He's father time in a diaper.”

“6 yr. old said that her teacher from last year now has ‘funky hair.’”

Exchanges:

A: “I LOVE JERK STOMPING!!!!! I LOVE BEING BEING PURPLE TOO, so I don't know if that counts.”
B: “You’re silly!”
A: “I LOVE being silly!!!”

A: “Do you remember D.G. from high school? I'm looking at a guy right now who looks just like him but talks with a (gay) lisp!”
B: “Thinking back, he did seem a bit gay around the edges.”
A: “I know! But is it possible to gain the lisp b/t high school and 10 years later?”
B: “Sure.”
[later]
A: “Not him. I asked. :)”
B: “You are funny. I bet he is gay somewhere tho.”

[Conversation between a friend and her mom]:
Mom: “Okay, so I put your dinner in the oven for you. Oh and your vacuum too.”
Daughter: “You put my vacuum in the oven.”
Mom: “Yes.”
Daughter: “You put my vacuum in the oven?”
Mom: “I told you I was going to!”
Daughter: “In the oven?”
Mom: “No! I said I was going to take it in!”

A: “Ooh, they have tortilla soup.”
B: “Tortilla soup is a bowl of bullshit with chip scraps.”

NEW!
Haiku of the week:

srsly counts for two.
seriously is way more.
srsly is better.

by Lisa L.

Friday, August 8, 2008


“1) Um, EW!
2) So glad! Have a good turn out?
3) Very happy to hear this. Your Daddyo needs a vacation!
4) No problem. Was nice to revisit that quote and remind oneself how it ought to be.
In Earnest,
Slut Monkey”

“That should be their tagline: ‘Law & Order: Makes ya glad you’re not dead in a ditch.’”

“That doesn’t make it a baby!”

“I was unfortunately in a Borders store when they released Breaking Dawn. Hordes of teenage girls dressed like streetwalkers. I'm all for books that entice kids to read--I love that Rowling has them reading something like phone books--but this was a little much. And the keening that went up every 15 minutes as they announced time remaining until book release...I can't hear treble anymore!”

“Where you have for to learn English? I me learned it in ethnicklashistan, not like shitholes nocanwritesland. Happy birthdays cutiespies!”

“I need to get out of her before I take scissors to people.”

“[M]y head feels as though it's stuffed with brightly-colored cottonballs and irritable people doing vigorous calisthenics.”

[woman overheard on cell phone]: “Balls? Whattayamean? YOU MEAN SHE'S A BOY?”

“Myself, I'm about 150 pages in and Bella is a total whore.”

“Yeah--you the bomb. U will def be the editor again next year. I need to work on those transitions. Want a cheezburger?”

“It'll be back. The truth is, I had someone who wasn't very good doing the trimming today and I decided that it would be better to just shave the whole thing off. Guys have to walk a fine line with those things because you either look like a distinguished man of letters or rugged individualist (both good) OR you wind up looking like someone who has no kids but spends a lot of time hanging around playgrounds. She went a little too far in the latter direction and by the time I opened my eyes (flying hair...no fun) it was too late.”

“I took a picture of a church sign yesterday. It was fire and brimstone. I thought of you and snapped the picture in your honor.”

“Dear Baby,
I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that's all they do. They don't pull away. They don't look at your face. They don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”
 
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