We were remiss in providing you a Sunday Bloody NYT Sunday because the entire editorial staff of yr Wonkette/HappyNiceTimePeople was blackout-shade-level sleeping it off in Boston.
All I know is Batman and Steve Jobs were both better at naming things, because at least when they stuck silly prefixes on everyday words, they had a nice theme going.
Yeah, the AVClub writes constantly about Hate-watching (The Following, Dexter, Under The Dome, etc) but when you're watching TV by yourself it just seems kinda sad.
<i>a puppy purse ($70), enabling the tiniest of dogs to be worn across one&rsquo;s body</i> Does the $70 include the taxidermist&#039;s fee?
They are in the Third Bolgia (the &quot;Expansion Teams&quot; canto), where they spend all their time pulling staples out of documents using one of those little claw thingies, and the pastrami sandwiches are served on white bread with Miracle Whip.
My personal bugbear is the nouning of verbs: shaver instead of razor; cleaner instead of soap. What Thurber calls &quot;the thinger for the thing contained.&quot; Not that I&#039;m a pedant or anything.
I have to say, &quot;Skybrary&quot; aside, Gilbert&#039;s office sounds like paradise to me. Though in mine, there would not only be secret compartments, but secret passages! My house would be filled with secret rooms, compartments, and passages, so I&#039;d get to reenact the movie Clue in total fidelity.
Anyway, rich people building themselves nice offices is what they should be doing, instead of kicking homeless people
According to Dante, people who invent the words &quot;skybrary,&quot; &quot;edutainment,&quot; and &quot;locovore&quot; get sent straight to the sixth circle of hell (the &quot;Hotel California&quot; canto), where Satan pees on them, John Denver sings &quot;Rocky Mountain High,&quot; and Norman Mailer wins the Nobel Prize for literature over and over for eternity, while their tears are served to Joyce and Nabokov, up on their pink fluffy cloud, in fine goblets of handblown Venetian aventurine glass.
One time I went to a restaurant and they screwed up my order. So they gave me my order-plus a free dessert. That&#039;s what Egypt needs- free cookies.
All I know is Batman and Steve Jobs were both better at naming things, because at least when they stuck silly prefixes on everyday words, they had a nice theme going.
Yeah, the AVClub writes constantly about Hate-watching (The Following, Dexter, Under The Dome, etc) but when you&#039;re watching TV by yourself it just seems kinda sad.
Or, y&#039;know, racist assholes.
While gently emitting carbon monoxide.
He doesn&#039;t do that now?
Sometimes, I wonder about you.
<i>a puppy purse ($70), enabling the tiniest of dogs to be worn across one&rsquo;s body</i> Does the $70 include the taxidermist&#039;s fee?
Then one digs in the bag to find one&#039;s keys embedded in a mixture of catnip and poop.
They are in the Third Bolgia (the &quot;Expansion Teams&quot; canto), where they spend all their time pulling staples out of documents using one of those little claw thingies, and the pastrami sandwiches are served on white bread with Miracle Whip.
My personal bugbear is the nouning of verbs: shaver instead of razor; cleaner instead of soap. What Thurber calls &quot;the thinger for the thing contained.&quot; Not that I&#039;m a pedant or anything.
Speaking of prestigious publications, I have noticed our own Jim Newell is writing for the great <i>Baffler</i>. Congrats!
I have to say, &quot;Skybrary&quot; aside, Gilbert&#039;s office sounds like paradise to me. Though in mine, there would not only be secret compartments, but secret passages! My house would be filled with secret rooms, compartments, and passages, so I&#039;d get to reenact the movie Clue in total fidelity.
Anyway, rich people building themselves nice offices is what they should be doing, instead of kicking homeless people
I suspect the chorizo might have something to do with it.
According to Dante, people who invent the words &quot;skybrary,&quot; &quot;edutainment,&quot; and &quot;locovore&quot; get sent straight to the sixth circle of hell (the &quot;Hotel California&quot; canto), where Satan pees on them, John Denver sings &quot;Rocky Mountain High,&quot; and Norman Mailer wins the Nobel Prize for literature over and over for eternity, while their tears are served to Joyce and Nabokov, up on their pink fluffy cloud, in fine goblets of handblown Venetian aventurine glass.
One time I went to a restaurant and they screwed up my order. So they gave me my order-plus a free dessert. That&#039;s what Egypt needs- free cookies.
That&#039;s where the magic happens!
I like to do my writing in the bathroom.. I call it the dinglebrary.