Cheerwino
Cheerwino
Cheerwino

Aw, thanks, from one drink-oriented username to another!

Has anybody tried putting a mic on him and letting him go to the bathroom?

Go back and hunt up her older books. Metropolitan Life and Social Studies killed me. They are likely to be VERY dated on top of the fact that she never gave zero fucks about offending people, but Lord have mercy can she make me laugh. I quote one thing of hers all the time about how some people want to get back to the

Same here! For a long time there was a good chance I would cite him as my favorite director. Plus Hannah and Her Sisters and Purple Rose of Cairo. Manhattan kind of creeped me out at the time, but I found some way to accommodate it. But since the whole Soon-Yi thing went down I can't watch five minutes of any of them

Huh. Cruz WISHES he was dapper like Huck.

From your mouth to God's ear. Please please let it be so.

No, I can attest to a similar story. I had a co-worker who was always saying that when stuff went wrong. That was years and years ago and now, like you, from time to time when things go south I check and almost always there it is.

I had 'em too, and like most of you fled to the sweet escape of tampons early on in the game. I remember reading through an earnest little booklet on the subject that answered the burning questions of the day, like "Will I still be a virgin?"

And what are the weird tubes the young'uns are carrying? Diplomas? The Dead Sea Scrolls? Fluorescent light bulbs? Hers is a big enough deal she tucked her bouquet awkwardly into the crook of her elbow so she could hold on to it.

Not that it's very high on your list of priorities — nor should it be — but don't you have to wonder how secure she must be feeling in all that? What level of delusion does it take to have a child with somebody after watching him abandon his entire family?

I always make up a very compelling reason. And I never actually stiff anybody; if my presence is actually required I will heave a mighty sigh and go.

I don't know about Virginia, but the brother of a friend is an ABC officer in a different state. He got the job after flunking out (or being kicked out, depending which story you believe) of police academy and is possibly the most racist, homophobic, unstable person I know. Not saying that's necessarily

I notice that she's being kind of coy about her original tweet, which she's deleted. It was "Arkansas Razorbacks dirty play can kiss my team's free throw making a—" (not sure if "ass" was spelled out in the original or not).

She was on This American Life a while back and it was great, about watching The Breakfast Club with her daughter and seeing it from a parent's point of view.

I miss her so much, still.

I agree completely—the access to music from every era and every culture these days is just amazing. Now if we could find a way to make it a more social experience again. I do miss the era when somebody got a great new album and everybody went to the house of whoever had the best stereo system and sat around and

My medical people hit me with this fact relentlessly in my postpartum checkups. At one of them I was almost psychotic from sleep deprivation and a nurse perkily asked me what I was using for birth control and I did that thing where you can't stop laughing and she wrote something in my chart.

"Feeling your oats" was a phrase I used to hear as a kid (I'm oldish) - it meant to be energetic and bold. Supposedly it's because horses would get kind of rambunctious after eating oats.

At Tennessee this year they had something like 20 freshmen named Peyton.

I just found the shopping section of their website.
THROW YOUR HANDS UP AT ME.