That shit can happen.
Have I mentioned Wendy's ripping me off?
Actually, it was weird, when living in LA, to listen to music programming on KCRW and, without fail, hear the tracks they were pushing show up on some TV show a couple of months later.
The album "New York Groove" is on was the first record I owned.
There was this recently.
Intolerance of coincidence is a key characteristic of magical thinking.
Yeah, yeah. Can't talk me out of it.
There was this recently.
Sure, but that's obviously a coincidence. This, this is different.
You know, you're writing like young Ben, Ogged.
Face it, you're the goober of goobers, and you're just trying to provoke us.
If I'm such a goober, why am I sitting drinking tea out of fine stemware, under a lacy parasol, with my little finger crooked? Riddle me that, genius.
I hope it's iced tea, both for the sake of the stemware and because of the weather.
It seems a little precarious to hold stemware without a pinky's support. Perhaps you should balance it on your chin?
But anyway, I pride myself on not being affected by coincidences. I just think "So what if you saw four different women carrying parasols today, after not seeing more than four all year? Just think of all the other things that could have happened four times today, but didn't. Or did, but you didn't notice, because we notice patterns that we want to notice. It's within the margin of error. No need to wonder whether the same thought went through all of their heads. Poisson distribution blah blah blah."
Goober or notice are the only options? What about the "I don't watch tv, I'm afraid" option?
Perhaps you should balance it on your chin?
Like a puppy dog with a biscuit on his nose? And then when Unfogged gives me the command, I'll snap my head and drink the tea.
14: Why are you afraid of TV, B? It's so shiny and pretty!
What about the "I don't watch tv, I'm afraid
I think that one is a proper subset of goober.
What the hell is Entourage?
Don't answer that.
14: don't be afraid. TV is your friend!
16: I'm beginning to doubt that it's only tea you're drinking.
20: Ooh! The sweet sweet pwnage!!
I DON'T EVEN OWN A TV
PWNED
23: it took me a while to pick the font.
I'm beginning to doubt that it's only tea you're drinking.
No, it is! It's from Long Island.
25: Oh, okay then. Well done. Most appropriate.
What the hell is Entourage?
Huh, here's an embarrassingly earnest post about it.
I wrote "I'm afraid" on purpose so as to make it clear that "I don't watch tv" was not a statement of superiority or dislike. It's mostly got to do with being too cheap to afford cable + spending too much fucking time online instead. Hardly something to brag about.
26: Wait, Long Island Iced Tea in stemware? Now you're really freaking me out.
Oh, the youth of today.
30: well fine Ms. Superior, some of us just proles like to unwind after a long day in the salt mines, but I suppose that's just too much for your delicate sensibilities.
30: Like we care about why you wrote what you wrote anyway. Silly intentionalist.
32: No, no, B is totally down with the gente, Sifu!
Wait, Long Island Iced Tea in stemware? Now you're really freaking me out.
One of my roommates drinks cheap wine out of coffee cups, and it kind of drives me batty, given the abundance of available stemware in our kitchen. I'm not sure it matters, though, since this is cheap, cheap wine.
36: Does he at least hold his pinky out?
You could move "just" pretty well anywhere you want in 32, and it'd make the same amount of sense.
38: Clearly you were too caught up in choosing the right font to proofread. Still, "just proles" is probably an acceptable version of "jes' folks".
I was thinking it referred to the well developed sense of justice among the TV-watching proletariat.
39: I'd feel like a goober too, if my roommate was Yoda.
One of my roommates drinks cheap wine out of coffee cups,
My dad does this. And then he microwaves his red wine before drinking it, because he keeps it in the fridge, see, and he wants it to taste normal when he drinks it.
43: Have you tried telling him that you know it's not coffee and you aren''t judging him for drinking wine at 7am?
I wouldn't drink anything out of stemware unless it was at a social gathering. They seem precarious to me.
47: The precariousness is precisely the reason you should practice at home, so you don't look like a goober at social gatherings.
The only container to avoid at all costs is a martini glass. Now that's some lousy ergonomics. Just ask them to make it in a regular tumbler.
Social gatherings can be quite precarious, a situation much helped by well-filled stemware.
49: I just bring my own Big Gulp cup.
I just bring my own Big Gulp cup.
Wise. And environmentally sound.
49: Yep, bad design, especially considering the effects of what's contained on motor skills. Still, so cool looking. Much cooler than the coffee cup I usually put my martinis in.
Some evenings, mother Earth is so happy that I've done this that she kisses me right on the lips for hours and hours.
52: Environmentally sound? You mean that when you hold it up to your ear you can hear the ocean, right?
What gets me are bars that fill martini glasses so full that you have to slurp down the top inch or so like you're at a pie-eating contest.
The girl in the world is smiling 'cause she's in love with the man in the moon.
56: But think of the value for money, Sifu!
The precariousness is precisely the reason you should practice at home, so you don't look like a goober at social gatherings.
At home I either drink water or beer. These both require a big container.
56: You know you're getting value for your money when you have to take a horsey drink.
I really dislike drinking Manhattans from cocktail (i.e. "martini") glasses, even though I know it's perfectly traditional. I'm not sure why it bothers me. (Because I'm crazy, yes, right.)
58: I would have to be much richer than I am to be excited to pay to pour a cocktail all over a table.
60: You're uncomfortable with the yuppie lifestyle, yet you see it as your due?
Personally, it's my ethnic heritage. Whether or not I'm comfortable with it, I must learn it well and educate the world, lest it die out for good.
61: What if George W. Bush were strapped to that table?
64: what kind of twisted fuck do you think I am?
I'm a little skeptical of the combination of red wine and soy sauce, but other than that, hell yeah.
Yes. You could also do it with plums. I've done things like that in the past.
So while we're on the topic of songs found on the interwebs, just thought I'd pass this along:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjNNxnKVEpQ&mode=related&search=
then he microwaves his red wine before drinking it, because he keeps it in the fridge, see, and he wants it to taste normal when he drinks it
Ex-boyfriend's girlfriend-before-me was a sommelier, and he claimed she did this all the time.
Yeah, I've seen it done on tv.
Also seen, which I assume is more standard, someone heating up a jug/decanter with very hot water so that the (cool) room temperature wine would be slightly warmer.
then he microwaves his red wine before drinking it, because he keeps it in the fridge, see, and he wants it to taste normal when he drinks it
But why keep it in the fridge at all? increases time between bottle and mouth. Bad idea.
Was also told that when sommelier-girlfriend had an open bottle she wanted to keep around for more than a day or so, it would go in the FREEZER.
I live alone and don't always finish a bottle in one sitting, but I don't understand keeping open wine around longer than a day or two.
do you go through life somnolescent and oblivious, flitting from one thing to another, without even a thread of memory to connect them?
I blame the red wine. Meanwhile, on an unrelated topic--see how I flit--, the NYT wants to know "Who is John Galt?"
What a great rewrite of the novel this would make. At the end we discover that John Galt isn't a mighty engineer, but a spammer/junk bond dealer/balloonist from Kansas.
Damn. I fell asleep last night and could not participate in the heebie goober conversation.
76: Ten hours for that, Apo? The new kid must be a bear.
I was 40 when my son was born. We were excited and happy and seemed to hold up very well, but looking back on it, big parts of what I'd been doing just went away. Even now I'll find traces of some project as it were abandoned in mid stroke, as if the plague had carried everyone in town off in an afternoon.
That's when you need an Indian man-servent, like ogged has. If he weren't a wiley Persian, ogged would already offered Apo the use of his.
A personal assistant/servant would be really helpful. Apparently, there are businesses that other that sort of thing.
As I have noted before, I've always been drawn to the idea of communal living which each person utilizes his or her expertise to help the group. (I'm not afraid to admit that I am jealous of snarkout's meals.)
Obviously, I would not perform the editing blog posts task or the typing while talking on the phone task.
I went to bed early last night, Tim.