Posts by Danielle
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polo shirt? teensy alligator?
Oh, a *Lacoste*. It all becomes clear!
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Aertexes
'the fuck is an Aertex, seriously? (I know, I know, "to the Google with you!", but I kept reading the thread hoping I could pick it up from context, and I am at a complete loss.)
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'Specially for Danielle, to help her with that bad-feminist thing ... the Xx vs Notorious B.I.G.
Heh, awesome. That "fulfilled my fantasies without that nigga Mr Roarke"!
(I like this "Russell discovers cool shit for me to listen to" service. No finder's fee?)
Here everyone, have a listen to Method Man's 'Uh Huh' over a 'You Know My Name (Look Up the Number)' sample. Because I love the whole Wu-Tang Vs The Beatles album so very, very much.
(And while we're speaking of Bad Feminism, and the Wu, Ol' Dirty Bastard's 'Got Your Money' may be my favourite Bad Feminist Song ever, and I know alllllll the lyrics to that one. I feel so bad. But it feels so good.)
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Never do that again to us. My eyes!
Perhaps all my bitching on Facebook about Dumb Library School (TM) should just be replaced with a weekly posting of that video. It says so much.
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And in the case of video attachments, groups of librarians would re-enact the scene and film it on VHS. A-la Be Kind Rewind.
True story.You jest, but:
(KILL ME NOW, etc.)
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Please submit comments in typing, double-spaced on single sided A4 paper. Attach to a bottle of single malt whiskey (min 750ml), and post to R Brown Esq, Private Bag, Point Chevalier. Enclose a stamped, self addressed envelope if you require acknowledgement or a reply.
You jest, but when I worked at Waitakere Libraries three years ago, so desperate were they to remove the merest possibility of recreational email use that any staff member lower than a branch manager did not have their own email address. In order to contact a particular person at a branch via email, you would send your message to a general 'such and such branch' address, with an 'attn so and so' in the subject line, and people at that branch would then either call attention to it or - get this! - *print it out* for the recipient's perusal. There were actually folders containing printed out emails, shelved in the back room. Now *that's* efficiency!
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That gas cooker line caused An Actual Guffaw.
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Would you be impressed if my heart rate was lower than Miguel Indurain's as reported on the Wikipedia page on bradycardia?
So basically, what you're telling me is that you're a tuatara. I always suspected as much.
I'm sending out awe-and-respect vibes to all of you here who went/are going through horrible health-related things.
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Fane was doing a roast, which are mostly disgusting (imo) but meant to be derogatory and insulting albeit supposedly funny.
Bad Feminist/Lefty/Everything Alert: I really love the Friars Club roasts. They're so mind-blowingly offensive that they're beyond taking seriously, because they're like a kind of free-floating performance art of hostility. But it's a very difficult comedic skill to master: the element of surprise is what you want, as well as the meanness. (If you're an older, well-respected lady comic, you can be very surprising indeed: I actually cried with laughter at Bea Arthur's bit during the roast of Pamela Anderson, and Chloris Leachman's timing at the roast of Bob Saget was similarly incredible.)
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Oh, Emma. Sorry. The claustrophobic nature of that scan might cause me to actually faint. (The tiny spaces, I do not like them.)
a resting heart rate that you would literally not believe
I probably would, because I have no idea what a normal resting heart rate is. I have this happy facility for... well, kinda not giving a crap. :)
Until this year, I hadn't been to a hospital for anything since my birth in Venezuela in 1974. (That particular facility had bright aqua walls, which I'm sure my mother found very restful.) In late March, however, I managed to get myself a postpartum complication experienced by only one in 3000 women (woot!), and so I had a week in hospital discovering that when you're recovering from a 'major event', as the doctors put it, hospital food seems incredibly awesome. I still think fondly of those pesto and tomato sarnies...
Anyway, since we're here, can anyone confirm or deny the rumour I heard that men get a local anaesthetic for the insertion of a catheter, while women just have to suck it up? (Uh, so to speak.)