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freelancer commented on the blog post Oedipus, Schmedipus
Your nick for her has given me an idea for a suggested tag whenever TBogg posts about her:
The Diary of Anne Franzia
Thank you, and folks, be sure to take care of the waitstaff, huh? They’re awesome, let’s give them a round of applause.
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freelancer commented on the blog post Oedipus, Schmedipus
Holy fuck that’s NOT a shorter?
[gets out of boat]
OMFG it’s a direct quote!
[Jumps back into boat and duct tapes self to mast]
I’m SAILING!
Thank you, Sr. Bogg for reading this shit so we don’t have to.
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freelancer commented on the blog post I Love Lucifer
Funny how, in keeping with your light socket hypothesis, every electrician I’ve ever met has been a union-member. Probably not voting Republican this year. Showed up to too many McMansions to only to see a pasty litter of Satan hating wee-wee’ers with uniformly blackened tongues.
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freelancer commented on the blog post Innumeracies Too Numerous To Enumerate
But I’ll bet you her flour is sifted like nobody’s business.
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freelancer commented on the blog post Innumeracies Too Numerous To Enumerate
Goddamn. It gets worse.
“Downplay” is not a word that is usually employed when one has written several thousand words on a topic, so I find the usage very strange.
Yeah, you spend many hours spewing verbal diarrhea to obfuscate the notion that a rise in bankruptcies has been tied to the cost of healthcare. I’d call that “downplaying”. So would anyone else who knows the word.
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freelancer commented on the blog post The Mysterious Galaxy
Haven’t read The Hunger Games yet, though the trilogy is on my kindle, but if you were going the full intro to scifi, I’d be tempted to recommend homophobe Mormon Orson Scott Card’s Ender quartet, though if L&T Casey is interested at all in world building and sheer creation, she could start with Dan Simmons’ space opera of Hyperion. It’s not hard sci-fi, it’s not deep literature, but it is the Pulp Fiction of epic prognostications and high speculative drama.
Better she read it and be blown away than she see the eventual shit movie directed by the director of Twilight and written by the douche behind The Day the World Stood Still remake/reboot/rehack.
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freelancer commented on the blog post Wednesday Night Divisive and Intemperate Random Ten
Tell ‘em freezy said Bogg can kiss my whole ass
More specifically, Bogg can kiss my asshole
I’m an asshole? You niggas got jokes
You short-minded niggas’ thoughts is Napoleon
So Album Leaf landed a thoroughly solid album, eh? I’ll have to give it a spin.
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freelancer commented on the blog post On The Radio
Needs moar Winwood.
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freelancer commented on the blog post All Our Poor Are Chunky Reese Witherspoon Now
I don’t know how you expect ANYONE to get out of the boat with a Shorter like that. Not that I doubt, for a second, that what you synopsized isn’t dead-on.
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freelancer commented on the blog post The Discreet Charm of Griftoisie
Why do I find myself thinking of Tonya Harding?
Allow me to quote that elitist rag, the New Yorker:
TLC’s approach to programming is, in a nominal way, educational; if you don’t know any little people, or kids whose legs are fused, or families with nineteen children, you don’t really know what their lives are like. The shows are extremely invasive, though; TLC’s programming is all about babies, weddings, and families in extremis, and yet there’s something inhumane at the center of it all. It panders to our curiosity, allowing us to gawk at its subjects for as long as they are willing to be gawked at—which may be longer than is good for them. When it comes to Palin specifically, there is the fundamental problem that some of us don’t want to see or hear any more of her than we have to. And there are those whose objections have a physiological basis as well as an ideological one: the pitch and timbre of her voice, the rhythms of her speech, her syntax, and the way she coats acid and incoherence with cheery musical inflections join together in a sickening synergy that distresses the listener, triggering a fight-or-flight reaction. When Palin talks, my whole being wails, like Nancy Kerrigan after Tonya Harding’s ex-husband kneecapped her: “Why? Why? Why?”
