A frolic in Cambodia

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by Sidd Finch
Think twice when they offer you stuffing.

I'm more worried about Christmas. With the eggnog.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
TMQB has some interesting thoughts on the issue.

http://www.nfl.com/features/tmq/112304

Thanks for picking up the slack for me while I wasn't around. Now if you could just do the TPM posting on the PB, I could laze by pool drinking haupias all day.

[Sidd Finch]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
That was your finger?

I'd have said something but my mouth was full.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Yes. And for ignoring the beaver thread.

I invented that, and it was hardly funny when I did it.

[ltl/fb]

on English language standardization and then destandardization -- looks interesting:

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/11/24/bo...=all&position=

Centuries of conquest, first by the Romans, later by the Norsemen and the French, created a highly adaptive, unusually absorptive language, and a scrambled linguistic map. For a time, after the Norman Conquest, England was a trilingual nation. The ruling class spoke Norman French, but most documents were written in Latin, and the indigenous population spoke Anglo-Saxon. This linguistic melting pot only grew richer with time. The English lexicon doubled in size during the early modern period, helped along by the printing press, the roving English maritime fleet and writers like Shakespeare, whose contribution Mr. Crystal examines in some detail. He concludes that it was far less than is often claimed (he cites a television commentator who asserted that "Shakespeare invented a quarter of our language"), but still miles ahead of the competition. There are about 2,000 words in the Oxford English Dictionary that first appear in Shakespeare's works, as compared with 800 for the playwright and satirist Thomas Nashe, the second-place finisher in this competition. Mr. Crystal pauses a moment to shed a tear for such lost Nashisms as "bodgery" ("botched work"), "tongueman" ("good speaker") and "chatmate" ("person to gossip with").

I'm wondering whether "tongueman" really did mean "good speaker."

[Dave]

Originally posted by taxwonk
All property owned by the debtor at the time of filing the petition not otherwise exempt belongs to the bankruptcy estate. If he wins after filing the petition, then I don't think the creditors can reach it. Of course, if he wants to get his credit rating back up any time in the next ten years, he should voluntarily repay all the discharged debts, or, even better, move to dismiss the petition and pay off everybody.

If he won one month after filing, the proceeds belong to the bankruptcy estate. I believe there's a six month post period where the Trustee is entitled to lottery winnings, inheritances and life insurance proceeds.

So he's going to have to turn over enough bucks to pay his debts in full (and the Trustee will get a commission, the lucky SOB), but at least he'll have a few bazillion dollars left.

[Adder]

Originally posted by dtb
One follow-up question: How do you simultaneously get one finger into more than one butt?

Amateur.

[Atticus Grinch]

Originally posted by mmm3587
Has anyone used one of these? I think that there were some discussions earlier. For $125, I almost want to give it a try. I have about 1800 square feet of hardwood on one floor, and the hair from two dogs is pretty overwhelming.

I don't have one in my house. I gave one to an organization that has a 1,000 sq. ft. room with industrial carpeting and a constant need for vacuuming. So my experience of it is in a room with little furniture but lots of little crumbs and shit on the ground.

The thing picks up an amazing amount. The first three weeks I was astounded at how much glitter was coming up out of the carpet. And microscopic dust, finer than talc. It's still going strong after about six months of use. If it can pick glitter out of that carpet, I imagine it would find hardwood floors to be a cakewalk.

That said, if I had it to do over again I would have waited a month and sprung for the new model that has the built-in mic so it knows to do spirals when it comes to a particularly dirty patch. (It "hears" the tinkling of the particles going through the system.) Getting it to clean up a particular mess takes time. The oxen are slow, but the earth is patient. The remote is worse than useless --- it defeats the whole point.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
The oxen are slow, but the earth is patient.

I live for the moments when Atticus shows up late at night and gets all Pearl Buck on our asses. Peace, motherfucker.

[spookyfish]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I don't have one in my house. I gave one to an organization that has a 1,000 sq. ft. room with industrial carpeting and a constant need for vacuuming. So my experience of it is in a room with little furniture but lots of little crumbs and shit on the ground.

The thing picks up an amazing amount. The first three weeks I was astounded at how much glitter was coming up out of the carpet.

Translation: I donated a Roomba to my favorite strip club.

[Dave]

The people at www.filmthreat.com have put together a list of Hollywood's Not Hot 50. Make that the Frigid 50.

#1 was Michael Moore. Guess they don't like him. I would have guessed:

9. PARIS HILTON
It's not surprising that Hilton has started turning up in films; it's all part of her evil plan for absolute world domination. There’s just one problem – she can't act. Ok, so she made a sex tape, that's fine. People like sex tapes. But she didn't stop there. Now she's co-starring in 2005's "House of Wax", and not only has a role in "National Lampoon's Pledge This!", but she is also credited as an executive producer. Soon, she'll be co-starring with Lindsay Lohan in "Fashionistas", and all this just from a sex tape? She’s like a computer virus out of control and she must be stopped.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
My uncle uses this trick. Except he doesn't cry when you squeeze.

I hate to open repressed memories, but your confusing rubbing with squeezing.

Don't cry; you're not dirty.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by dtb
You mean, like, Kotex?

Have you seen that commercial for the four-period-a-year birth control pill? Its a bunch of chicks playing with white sheets covered in red dots and throwing around red discs. I saw it for the first time last night and thought "What ever happened to tasteful understated advertising? We all know what they're talking about. Do we really need that much graphic physical imagery?

This sort of thing sets a bad precedent. Whats to stop ExLax from doing an ad showing some purple faced guy straining on the toilet? Or Depends showing some old man with soiled khakis? Viagra could do a bit with some cat pitching a massive tent in his pants.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Have you seen that commercial for the four-period-a-year birth control pill? Its a bunch of chicks playing with white sheets covered in red dots and throwing around red discs. I saw it for the first time last night and thought "What ever happened to tasteful understated advertising? We all know what they're talking about. Do we really need that much graphic physical imagery?

This sort of thing sets a bad precedent. Whats to stop ExLax from doing an ad showing some purple faced guy straining on the toilet? Or Depends showing some old man with soiled khakis? Viagra could do a bit with some cat pitching a massive tent in his pants.

you're a flip-flopper.

Geoffrey Fieger has hooked up with the 2 fans the Pacers injured. Is he seen as a tool outside Michigan, or unknown, or well-respected?

[Not Bob]

I missed this in Slate last week (because I have been avoiding all politics since, well, you know when), but saw it today thanks to the delightful Rufus of the Running With Lawyers blog.

• (from Slate via Rufus, quoting an old Atlantic magazine article)
  
  Let's say that you, like me, are a man. In that case your work wife would be the woman in your office who
  (a) as you walk past her desk on your way to a big meeting, tells you that you have dried shaving cream behind your ear
  (b) has lunch with you pretty often
  (c) returns stuff that she borrows from your desk
  (d) tells you things about her other (home) husband that he wouldn't want you to know
  (e) waits for you to finish up so that you can go down in the elevator together
  (f) complains to you without embarrassment about an uncomfortable undergarment
  (g) expects you to tell her the truth, more or less, about the thing she has done to her hair
  (h) thinks you eat, drink, and smoke an acceptable right amount
  (i) knows at least one thing about you—such as the fact that you can do a pretty good imitation of Liza Minnelli—that your home wife doesn't know.
  
  In some ways, Owen [the dude who wrote the original article] wrote, work marriage is an improvement on the real thing:
  
  For example, your work wife would never ask you why you don't just put your dishes right into the dishwasher instead of leaving them in the sink—she doesn't know you do it! Also, she would never wedge your car between two others in the parking lot at Bradlees, sign you up to be the pie auctioneer at a church bazaar, or grab hold of your stomach and ask, "What's this? Blubber?" She knows you only as you appear between nine and five: recently bathed, fully dressed, largely awake, and in control of your life.

The Slate guy gives Mary and Murray from the Mary Tyler Moore show as the perfect example of the work marriage.

Who here has a work spouse? I had one at my old gig (Mrs. Not Bob would have killed me had she known), but don't have one here at Not Bob & Associates. I guess it's just lonely at the top.