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Topic: Don't you talk about her that way, whoever she is
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Michelle
Moderator
Babbler # 560
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posted 25 May 2004 02:45 PM
Audra sent me the link to this blog entry and I snarfed my water up my nose laughing. quote: I was on my cell phone, but I lost the signal when I got onto the elevator. That's why I overheard the conversation between the two men who were on the elevator with me."My wife hasn't lost her pregnancy weight yet," one of them complained. "That's just lazy," the other commiserated, "I mean, what's she doing all day?" My ears began to bleed and a thousand shrieking harpies flew out of my head and violins screamed in a menacing augury of harrowing wrath. "She's busy fabricating false rape statistics and disseminating lies about employment discrimination," I replied. The two men stared at me. The cell phone was still against my ear. "Are you talking to us?" one of them asked. I shook my head and mouthed "NO," then pointed to the cell phone. They smiled in uneasy relief.
From: I've got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell. | Registered: May 2001
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DrConway
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Babbler # 490
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posted 25 May 2004 09:07 PM
quote: Originally posted by Mr. Magoo: Wow. That's phenomenally self-absorbed, even for a blog. When I want to know just how impatient and crabby people can be when they can't seem to conceive that infant that will complete them, I'll read the archives.
She has a perfect right to be upset about the way people act as though being infertile is a mortal sin against humanity, or something. The desire to perpetuate oneself is a complicated thing; part of it is biological wiring, and part of it is social conditioning. I have no such desire, and I suspect I may be in a minority. And there's nothing stopping you fron writing your blog wherein you gripe about heaven only knows what. I mean, I can match and exceed her level of "self-absorbedness", if you want me to prove that her gripes are justified relative to someone else's - I could talk about the most useless thing I want in the entire world, which is a one-milligram sample of Polonium-209. Now, I betcha dollars to donuts if you saw page after page about nothing but that one sample of Polonium, you'd be crying to read chezmiscarriage instead, buddy.
From: You shall not side with the great against the powerless. | Registered: May 2001
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Agent 204
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Babbler # 4668
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posted 25 May 2004 10:55 PM
quote: Originally posted by DrConway:
Now, I betcha dollars to donuts if you saw page after page about nothing but that one sample of Polonium, you'd be crying to read chezmiscarriage instead, buddy.
I agree entirely. I thought that story was a pretty good thing to put in any blog, BTW. It's interesting that some people, with no bad intentions, get a funny visceral reaction to certain types of writing, even if there's nothing in it that they can disagree with, while experiencing no such reaction to other writing of similar quality. By the way Doc, you realize of course that by mentioning that you wish to acquire polonium, someone has probably put you on file as a potential terrorist.
From: home of the Guess Who | Registered: Nov 2003
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Mr. Magoo
guilty-pleasure
Babbler # 3469
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posted 26 May 2004 01:11 AM
quote: Now, I betcha dollars to donuts if you saw page after page about nothing but that one sample of Polonium, you'd be crying to read chezmiscarriage instead, buddy.
Hehe. Actually I'd probably just be asking what narcissist invented blogs in the first place. The author's story was funny, but overall the whole blog seems... well, maybe I just don't follow the concept. Long ago I decided to try keeping a journal, but I stopped once I realized that I was writing as though I actually wanted someone to come along and discover it, read it, and think how deep my thoughts were. Perhaps I could publish it as a blog. Isn't the Internet community dying to read of my ennui when I couldn't get laid, or the awful time those people stopped to talk at the bottom of the escalator and how it tainted my whole day?
From: ø¤°`°¤ø,¸_¸,ø¤°`°¤ø,¸_¸,ø¤°°¤ø,¸_¸,ø¤°°¤ø, | Registered: Dec 2002
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al-Qa'bong
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Babbler # 3807
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posted 27 May 2004 12:06 PM
quote: 2.26 cm? Which metric conversion chart are you using?
Bah, metric. When I ask Mme. Bong (who comes from the Über-rationalistic land that invented that accursed system) how many kilometres are in the milk carton or the jam jar, she knows what I mean. She laughs at my ignorance, but she knows what I mean.
From: Saskatchistan | Registered: Feb 2003
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EmmieD
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Babbler # 5828
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posted 27 May 2004 11:39 PM
quote: Originally posted by al-Qa'bong: Correction: "self-righteous wrath."
No, I got it right the first time. Men have the right to be A-holes. Women have the right to call them on it. Easy Peezy.
From: Toronto | Registered: May 2004
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clockwork
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Babbler # 690
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posted 28 May 2004 01:40 AM
Yabbut, when I read the journal, it's not the husband that calls the wife lazy, it's the confidant.My aunt commented to me about my step mother getting big after my two step sisters were born. We were at a Kelseys (or, uh, a mid-quality bar and grill chain for those not familiar with it). Is a booth at Kelsey's considered private while an elevator considered public? The one guy says his wife is big. As unfortunate as that may be, it's still a statement. I note that the husband didn't say, "She's a pig" or "she's so huge that I find the good year blimp attractive." The lazy comment was asinine. But the tangent about rape and discrimination comes straight out of left field. For myself, the testosterone fuelled bullshit and the "distended ovary" induced rage are the same thing. Why isn't this blogger just satisfied with hanging out with friends saying, "I overheard the dumbest conversation?" without being an ass.
From: Pokaroo! | Registered: May 2001
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