Oh, and by the way: this is pwnage, people. Not that other thing.
On immigrating to the UK from Poland, he changed his name from the original Zygmunt Staroduski.
I'd just like to say: This blog is turning WAY too much into a bunch of inside jokes by a cliqueish set of high schoolers...
Dudez... Just get a MySpace page and be done with it.
Now? It's now, finally, as it wasn't before, enough in the process of turning into a bunch of inside jokes perpertrated by a clique? Really?
Er, enough in the process, etc, to merit comment. Pretend I had written that.
It's different when it's a bunch of inside jokes by a clique of people who actually hang out in real life. Then a lurker can't become part of the community.
Basically everything Late Night Shots does, other communities should do the opposite.
Or is that interface? I'm almost thirty; sometimes I get confused.
I wonder if 13 is by one of the bloggers.
JM, is that true? That you're almost thirty, that is. Is everyone here (barring Michael, who doesn't count, and L.) older than me?
I'm actually sympathetic to the point in 13, but it's the holidays, no one wants to post about serious stuff, there was just a big party where people met each other, etc. Things will get back to normal soon.
I'll be 27 for a nice long time to come, so get used to it.
Sorry teo. I knew I was forgetting someone.
I won't apologize to Matt F because I'm not sure I ever knew that, not really knew that.*
*please read everything after the first occurrence of "knew" in the above sentence in the voice of the woman from Night of the Hunter who, though well-meaning, ruins everything.
It's different when it's a bunch of inside jokes by a clique of people who actually hang out in real life. Then a lurker can't become part of the community.
This is why we say the off-blog communication is sacrosanct, and not just kind of neat.
I wonder if the tribunes of the people ever used their personal inviolability to just fuck shit up.
Discretion is not just a moral obligation to your off-blog inter-I-hate-this-clumsy-word, but a necessary courtesy to your on-blog inter-synonym-god-please-fuck.
Lilian Gish, Evelyn Varden, tomahto.
What Bridgeplate is trying to say is that s/he just proposed to me in an email, and I said "maybe."
I, for one, have never heard of any of you people before and would request that you kindly cease pretending to any special knowledge of me and posting compromising photos.
How long, Jackmormon, will you continue to confront me with my past mistakes? I've suffered enough.
31: True, but doesn't off-blog communication nevertheless change relationships in ways that affect on-blog interactions, leaving others just as excluded (though more oblivious)?
colleagues? interlocutors? conversants? co-procrastinators? fellows?
Do you just hate "actions", SB, or the whole thing? How about "intercourse"? I wish "intercourse" in a nonsexual sense would make a comeback, and sometimes have to keep myself from employing it—I think, in fact, my first-or-so comment on AWB's blog was something to that effect.
Oh, I see, it's a word for people. I don't even know what the word you hate is anymore.
I once told my high school science teacher that in the Sherlock Holmes stories, "ejaculated" is used in the sense of "exclaimed," but he didn't believe me.
co-procrastinators
The people with whom you will tomorrow make shit?
By god ogged you're a genius!!!!
You're so hard on yourself, ogged. Don't be. You're better than you realize.
Before I shut down this here computer, I'm going to work towards one of my New Year's Resolutions, the one that requires me to be more actively kind.
w-lfs-n, I've never heard of Evelyn Varden, and her Wikipedia didn't enlighten me. If you were making a reference, it sailed right over my head, each time.
Happy New Year!
Do I look as if I don't mean it?
Which part of 52 is meant to be actively kind?
JM: She played Icey Spoon in Night of the Hunter, a movie I recommend. I couldn't remember the name of the character, hence my confusion. She, like the crazy preacher with LOVE and HATE tattooed on his knuckles, takes a dim view of sex in general and women's sexuality in particular, and at one point says A woman's a fool to marry for that. That's somethin' for a man. The Good Lord never meant for a decent woman to want that. Not really want it. It's all just a fake and a pipe dream.
(she also mentions having always, when Walt, her husband, has sex with her, she just lie[s] there thinkin' about [her] canning
). The point is that her enunciation when uttering the first of the quoted lines is kind of distinctive. That's the point.
She's letting w-lfs-n feel superior. It's touching.
Wow, that parenthetical is crazy ungrammatical.
Gute nacht, meine Zwischensprechern.
And so the commentariat all went off to bed, each in h/h own turn, with a yawn and a stretch. Pulling up the covers and settling in, one of them, who went by Standpipe Bridgeplate but whose real name was unknown, even to standpipeself, wondered idly what the next day would bring, what posts and comments, what spats and in-jokes, and in this pleasant if slightly malodorous haze of anticipation slipped quite without noticing to sleep, and had many strange and wonderful dreams, which we won't make explicit.
All comment sections of popular blogs have become social meeting sites. I guess we can't have deep thoughts all the time.
barring Michael, who doesn't count
liar. i counted well past one thousand, once.
56: In that speech, she uses "flapdoodle" as a synonym for sexuality, which I always find humorous.
And everyone who hasn't yet should really see Night of the Hunter, it's as classically American a film as you may find. Also, for more evil Mitchum action, see the original Cape Fear which features the brilliant line: "His present lodgings are squalid, and uncomfortable!" Spoken by a lawyer, so people here should like that.
This is why we say the off-blog communication is sacrosanct, and not just kind of neat.
I read this as "This is why we say the off-blog communication is sacrosanct, and not just a kind of meat," which is, if anything, even more true.
I don't eat off-blog communication, though.
Minneapolitan and w-lfs-n are correct about what movies you should be watching. Also: Kubrick's The Killing features Sterling Hayden in the lead role, which is as good a reason as any (and better than most) to watch a movie.
37: So true, which is why all offline relationships must cease and desist immediately, for the better of the group.
Unless you throw a party in the Bay Area, of course, in which case I'm in.
70: one time I tried and it made me vom.
Dudes, we're complaining about and apologizing for in-jokes? Jesus. What's happened to us?
Well, I like new people showing up. And if they can figure everything out just from reading along, they will: if it's a social site for people who know each other in RL, they probably won't. Other than that, the injokes are good. (Although Buck was kind of indignant about getting banned: "What'd I say?!?")
Although Buck was kind of indignant about getting banned
I think you have to get banned three times before you're really in.
I am very sorry for irrevocably screwing up this very serious and important weblog.
Yes, the banns are a multi-day process.
And if they can figure everything out just from reading along, they will: if it's a social site for people who know each other in RL, they probably won't. Other than that, the injokes are good.
This is exactly right. An injoke based on people meeting each other in real life should be called an "out-joke" or something, because it's a lesbian of a different color.
75: Uh, oh. I haven't even been banned once. At this rate I'll never be really in :(
But the occasional out joke adds to the sense of a blog community as warm and interesting. Let's not catastrophize; the fact that some people actually do know each other irl isn't the end of the world.
Is it The Killing or Killer's Kiss that has a fight scene in a disused mannequin storehouse? Because that scene is so awesome.
20: ..."older than me?" Than me?
I am so ashamed of you, child.
Commenters whose handles are elaborate puzzles are banned!
80: I totally get those two movies mixed up on the basis of their similar titles.
80: Killer's Kiss.
Also, Lady from Shanghai has a similarly disorienting scene, only in a house of mirrors.
Not only should you all see every movie Orson Welles ever made (ok, maybe not The Magnificent Ambersons), you should all sleep with them under your pillow in order to absorb some of the awesome.