And somewhere a perfectly good joke about knocking seven-league boots dies aborning.
Huh, and I always thought Standpipe Bridgeplate was a man. Sexist of me.
Men can have vaginas too, ned, you sexist.
The author is dead, people.
Do corpses have vaginas the same way living people do?
I was thinking of a talk McDowe// gave at a conference in April.
I hadn't watched that video when toglosh first linked to it.
Watching it now, my response to the first 40 seconds or so was, "the awfulness, it burns." But it improves an impressive amount from there. By the end, I almost like it. It still has problems but, it has substantial virtues as well.
I also liked the Pixies homage at the end.
True story:
As I am walking into my office building yesterday, a physical therapist in our building eagerly runs up to tell me about how hard she has been working on her research project. Then, she proceeded to tell me about her research project. It is on vaginia pain. She told me about how important it was for women to not lose their libido.
I told her that she was doing the Lord's work.
With the exception of NickS, I hate you all.
Standpipe is the new Ben Marcus. I only hope his blog sucks less.
s/b "I hate you all, with the exception of NickS".
She told me about how important it was for women to not lose their libido.
Maybe some sort of lanyard?
s/b "I hate you all, with the exception of NickS".
You know what you are, neb? A copy-editor. There, I said it.
I would add that I was also surprised that Standpipe Bridgeplate would take this particular approach to revealing a sex, but watching the video makes it clear that the OP makes no such revelation.
I'm off to swim, with the exception of NickS. When I get back, I trust people will have started adding value.
i've tried to read the book SEK linked, that was something sick i returned it without reading
19: The advent of Total Quality Blogging was a dark time for Unfogged. Many longtime commenters were downsized in favor of inexperienced young people from sites like 4chan and AdultSwim.com. "They kept arguing about recipes and libido trusses," one blogger said, on the condition that his or her androgyny be preserved.
This is making me wonder whether my favorite Byrds' song was about the joys of erection.
And when you touch down you'll find it's stranger than known. Nowhere is there warmth to be found among those afraid of losing their ground.
In places small faces abound.
Just sayin'.
NickS's exception is an eight-mile long hatestick.
I really like the guitar playing in "8 Miles High".
NickS's exception is an eight-mile long hatestick.
Yeah, I hear that all the time.
Standpipe needs to post this on his blog so I can get it.
I was particularly struck by how, in the middle of composing a Geertzian analysis of the matter, my vagina nearly vanished altogether.
Well, if you hadn't been 'going swimming' all the time, and hanging out with 'the boys' and the like, I'm sure it might have still wanted to stick around.
19: When I get back, I trust people will have started adding value.
This blog, Sir Madam, is degenerate, as you have no doubt been previously informed. Ergo, comments can only subtract value until this blog disappears in a puff of virtual red ink as neb crosses out the last new error.
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"Search me. The beggar the maid the bigger the mauler. And the greater the patrarc the griefer the pinch. And that's what your doctor knows. O love it is the commonknounest thing how it pashes the plutous and the paupe Pop! And egg she active or spoon she passive, all them fine clauses in Lindley's and Murrey's never braught the participle of a present to a desponent hortatrixy, vindicatively I say it"
Ya know, I can stare right at Dolph teaching Kev the geometry relevant to the post and just not see it anymore. It's cheating to go to the commentary.
And the style of the post feels like nosflow, with his 18th century emphases
I think, therefore am pwnd
Encountered while doing some, er, research, on the post and offered up without comment in the spirit of eternal male adolescence and immaturity.
Vagina with stratified squamous epithelial lining and a wide lamina propria (some people would call the deeper portion of this layer the submucosa. The two connective tissue Iayers merge because there is no muscularis mucosae to separate them.) Notice distended venules in the connective tissue and the way the smooth muscle of the muscularis externa lies in loose strands. How would you distinguish this slide from a slide of esophagus?
Slide of esophagus joke left as an exercise for the reader.
Christ. I was about to say that this post surely wasn't getting enough love. The call to add value is too much. The post calls for research and delicate dance steps, which is fine, fine, and don't stop.
I'll record, for what it's worth, that I've made a note of the relevant parakeet reference in Geertz's Interpretation of Cultures, which I have somewhere on my shelves. But could not find earlier this evening.
I can't read Standpipe's linked reference on the computer screen and make any sense of it out of context. Thanks go to SB, then, for making me find the book here and take a look.
You'll drag me kicking and screaming, apparently. But yes, when in doubt, go back to the books and think.
I cried because I had no shoes until I saw the man who had no vagina
I'm a little ashamed of your brazen size queenery, Standpipe, even if it's in the cause of science.
Yay! I'm glad that song is getting some love. NickS is right that it starts out a little shmaltzy, but IMO attractive women singing exuberant sex-positive songs trumps schmaltz by a long shot.
I liked that! Thanks, Standpipe and togolosh.
I don't entirely understand the preference for tighter vaginas. Ease of entry is a desideratum.
Neil's honesty is refreshing. I dunno: tight is supposed to be good in general, for many things. I don't know why.
Intensity of sensation is presumably part of it.
Neil is just bragging about the girth of his penis.
41:Note the phase of the last night's moon. There were issues.
45: The babe he met, I believe.
Oh, I see. As an aside, it's nice to know the ToS keeps trucking, even when it's slow.
After trying to put together some mix cds tonight, I have realized that there is a good reason I never contribute anything to the Unfogged CD calls. I suck at this!
Department of Synchronicity: Yesterday I finally had a phone call with a former lover I haven't seen in 15 years. She was scheduled to be an extra in the OP video, but missed a bus and by the time she got there they'd already shot the relevant scene (the one with the crowd in the park). It's good to know she hasn't changed too much: still into music, still sexually vivacious, still chronically late.