Someone should write a dissertation on how reality television purports to show us spontaneous and unscripted action while still demanding suspension of disbelief. I would be first in line for research assistants!
Someone should write a dissertation on how reality television purports to show us spontaneous and unscripted action while still demanding suspension of disbelief. I would be first in line for research assistants!
Reminds me of this Awful Library Book that teaches you how to defend yourself from attackers with things like your Sony Walkman and floppy disks: [awfullibrarybooks.net]
I worked at a hospital once where the residents were storing research samples (HUMAN EYES) in their breakroom fridge. Then THAT fridge died and guess who got to clean up?
You could do coordinates! X-axis of neuroticness to mellowness, Y-axis of Good to Evil! Or if you wanna get really fancy, Kitty Myers-Briggs...
I'm imagining a lil piggy kneading your stomach the way a purring cat would...
Cats seem to have a way wider variation of personalities than dogs. The best is when you have the whole spectrum represented in your own three cats...
The poor man's Moe Tkacik?
Remember when the Jezebel editors used to have posts introducing new writers instead of just tossing random people at the site? Where did this guy come from and why can't we just order a new one?
Well, THAT overreaction was apropos of nothing...
Her little bow! We got a budding virtuoso right here!
And you can't back out of birthday cake without looking like an asshole!
Medical office jobs make me gain the most. Wearing scrubs with elastic waistbands so you don't notice any changes, sitting at the front desk behind a big bowl of hard candy, and working next door to the best deli in North Jersey? Recipe for disaster.
I know! I played like that at six too and that is the BEST sound you can get out of those tiny student violins. I wanna give that girl a HUGE hug.
Russell - Ribfest is going on in Chicago this weekend. Let's go!
Never understood women who went for hairless men.
That brings it to an even higher level of weird! Agh, older sister cells, get out!
They explain it with sound effects!
It's probably all sexy and vampy.
HATE young lady. HATE it. Why would a male boss call you the same thing your parents call you when they're mad at you?! I worked for a large medical practice once where some of the doctors were very...old-fashioned (luckily it was ophthalmology, not women's health) and would occasionally say really pervy weird things…
I didn't have any gray hairs until I started grad school. 25 is too young! (also I LOVE your username! TOTORO!!!)