"I admire the verisimilitude of having Hader’s Mooch delay his responses a beat to ape the Face Time premise of his bit, but it did mess with the timing."
I was about to complain that Hader seemed not to have rehearsed. But this was on purpose, huh?
"I admire the verisimilitude of having Hader’s Mooch delay his responses a beat to ape the Face Time premise of his bit, but it did mess with the timing."
I was about to complain that Hader seemed not to have rehearsed. But this was on purpose, huh?
Around here it's "I like his style. I don't know what his policies are."
There was this right-wing AM radio host down in Columbia, SC back in the nineties. He would allow any horrifying call-ins whatsoever (this was at the time of Waco, so there was a lot of "jackbooted thug" talk). He'd go off on Clinton, free music programs in schools ("Pay for your own trombones!"), midnight basketball,…
Ask the police officer at your door! Go ahead—ask him. (knocking sound)
One of my edgy profs assigned Lady Chatterley's Lover in her Modern Novel course. The idiot fratbros watched one of the Cinemax inspired-bys.
HR just called. Sue would like to chat.
You misspelled overfap.
Steve? Is that you?
"The real Bonnie and Clyde didn't look like that! Fuck this shit!"
And I am Sparta cuss:
Are any of you paying attention to Richard Brody's current series at The New Yorker? He's going through eighties action movies he did not watch either when they came out or since. So far he has first-timed Die Hard and Sudden Impact. His reading of the two is idiosnycratic—he is a fan of Eastwood's moral…
The "same amount of time" canard is often used to guilt poor folks who really don't have the time or energy to prepare delicious, nutritious foods for their families in only an hour of measuring, chopping, kneading, etc.
I heard this on New York's website yesterday.
Thanks! You remind me that I do, in fact, hear this use on the Food Network sometimes (and that's what Chuck Berry was singing about when he mentioned hamburgers sizzling on a grill).
My friend Jim is a fine writer who has spent most of the last twenty years writing a memoir about his wonderful childhood.
The WV setting is McDowell County.
The problem with that album cover is not the naked child but the damned hypermodern airplane.
Not trying to be a jerk here (serious!), but what do you mean when you write "grill"? I'm from the southeast, and the term means something else (I think). I also teach History of the English Language on occasion, and I'm always looking for regional variations.
My mom, sounding it out: sim-plee? play?
I'll take a staycation! It'll cost nothing more than what Mom charges for renting me the basement.