Fashion Board 6-9-04 to 7-13-04

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by Not Bob
(1) Thurgreed and I are apparently the same person.

(2) Hank has a daughter old enough to leer at basketball players.

(3) Alanis's former boyfriend was not Felix Potvin or Joey from Full House -- it was Mr. Man (see ncs's mom-like post, sending fringey and wonk to their respective rooms).

(4) People intentionally leave books at the airport for other travelers -- I thought that this sort of thing was limited to copies of the boring sections of USA Today and the Wall Street Journal.

In trying to decipher exactly what NB was saying here, I came across this - alanis song lyric generator. Try it at home!

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
This is not really consistent with the original story either. I think the guy just made it up.

[muffled yell from behind closed door]Inconsistent story? Maybe it was MR![/muffled yell from behind closed door]

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
[muffled yell from behind closed door]Inconsistent story? Maybe it was MR![/muffled yell from behind closed door]

ok, you can come out now. dinner's almost ready.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
ok, you can come out now. dinner's almost ready.

If you are making okra/pilchard stew again, I'd just as soon stay here.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
1. I don't care how many orgasms a woman can have in a row, Wonk can't give her two without resting in between.* So, I think you've misread the intent of my response. I wasn't implying that his orgasms were the only ones that count.

2. Even if I was and that made me "phallo-centric," I don't see what the hell that has to do with narcissism.

3. But, if I am indeed a phallo-centric narcissist, you're automatically in the figurative Land of Fu anyway and therefore, it is as if you never said it or anything else. Right?

TM

* And if you think anyone sleeping with Wonk is going to have multiple orgasms in a short time span, you might as well send yourself to the Land of Fu.

Except for the part with the asterisk, your logic is too much for me. I am defeated.

ETA if someone were to resize this, I think it would make an excellent avatar for me. Thank you, but no, I do not want directions on how to resize. My desire to not have to learn resizing far outweighs my desire to have this as an avatar.

http://16.218.248.155/datastore/f8/0...21b0a4e9b7.jpg

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
If you are making okra/pilchard stew again, I'd just as soon stay here.

mac and cheese. your father spent the food money on booze again. come and get it before I give your portion to the dog. he has to eat too, ya know.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
http://16.218.248.155/datastore/f8/0...21b0a4e9b7.jpg

I don't know what that is, but I think this suits you better.

[William Faulkner]

Originally posted by leagleaze
I *hated* "As I lay dying". I think it was just one long run-on sentence.

Though containing the brutish yet pedestrian term "hate," I feel that this comment was directed not at me personally but instead at my work, a product of the sweat and the agony of the human spirit, and that this criticism, if it may be called that, is a reflection of the general unwillingness to peer deeply into the heart and see what might be found there.

Despite the regularity with which this criticism is made, I would like to use this particular moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened to by the young men and women already dedicated to the same anguish and travail on this particular board. Because although the topics are often common, such as books not read, purity of athletic swings, or the anatomical possibilities of double anal, there still remains the possibility, however remote, that one of those present here will some day stand where I am standing, whose prose will be acknowledged and praised as sufficiently impenetrable. (Though embryonic in its development, perhaps even Mr. Chinaski's work deserves recognition in this regard.)

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only one question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid: and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed--love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, and victories without hope and worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.

Though it sometimes seems that this community is wholly dedicated to those glands, I might suggest that you strive to uncover those universal truths and reveal them to the world, so that they may be seen, admired and valued.

Sincerely,
Wm. Faulkner

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by William Faulkner
Though containing the brutish yet pedestrian term "hate," I feel that this comment was directed not at me personally but instead at my work, a product of the sweat and the agony of the human spirit, and that this criticism, if it may be called that, is a reflection of the general unwillingness to peer deeply into the heart and see what might be found there.

Despite the regularity with which this criticism is made, I would like to use this particular moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened to by the young men and women already dedicated to the same anguish and travail on this particular board. Because although the topics are often common, such as books not read, purity of athletic swings, or the anatomical possibilities of double anal, there still remains the possibility, however remote, that one of those present here will some day stand where I am standing, whose prose will be acknowledged and praised as sufficiently impenetrable. (Though embryonic in its development, perhaps even Mr. Chinaski's work deserves recognition in this regard.)

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only one question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid: and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed--love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, and victories without hope and worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.

Though it sometimes seems that this community is wholly dedicated to those glands, I might suggest that you strive to uncover those universal truths and reveal them to the world, so that they may be seen, admired and valued.

Sincerely,
Wm. Faulkner

Ty,

If you need more work, just say so and I'll send you more work.

Your bestest pal,

Flinty

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by Flinty_McFlint
Ty,

If you need more work, just say so and I'll send you more work.

Your bestest pal,

Flinty

That wasn't me. And I don't need any more work. But thanks for thinking of me.

Yr pal,

t.s.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by William Faulkner
Because although the topics are often common, such as books not read, purity of athletic swings, or the anatomical possibilities of double anal, there still remains the possibility, however remote, that one of those present here will some day stand where I am standing, whose prose will be acknowledged and praised as sufficiently impenetrable. (Though embryonic in its development, perhaps even Mr. Chinaski's work deserves recognition in this regard.)

You obviously do not follow his efforts on Politics.

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
The Brothers Karamazov

I've tried 5 times and can't get past page 10. And I enjoyed The Idiot (softball).

Me too! Except I made it to about page 100. It is the most boring book in the history of books. And probably the only "great book" that I've started and not finished.

I also enjoyed the Idiot. But I have always enjoyed idiots.

[greatwhitenorthchick]

I'm probably going back into hiding soon, but before I go, and this is only based on one day's ketchup:

1. I like the basketball face mask. I think I kind of fetishize it since it made me kind of hot when I saw it on Lucius Harris a few years ago. The mask means Hamilton is now the flavor of the week for me now that hockey season is over (sob).

2. In the past few weeks I've left books in airplanes after I've deplaned. I have heard that some people do it and leave money in them.

3. I saw Harry Potter (not the person, the movie) and liked it a lot.

4. that's about it.

[LessinSF]

A Norweigian porn star is creating "Porn Idol", the search for a porn star. http://pub.tv2.no/nettavisen/english/article236013.ece

Fucking briliiant, literally. I suppose there is still time to do it here, given I doubt he has copyrighted the name. In (un)related news, women can now have sperm delivered to their door through www.ManNotIncluded.com .

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by LessinSF
In (un)related news, women can now have sperm delivered to their door through http:www.ManNotIncluded.com .

No reason to save it up anymore. Just have some delivered and use it to supplement in whatever fashion you choose.