Matt J: ok, photoshop is up and running, tablet drivers are properly installed, and I've got a bottle of that local apple brandy I was telling you about earlier. we are officially banging on all cylinders here
--never sent me an e-mail as she promised. Those cards are not FREE, lady. You are tagged "lame."
"Herpes may be contagious."
Macki: save me for something more important...
Nick: what are you, a rare inventory item in an RPG?
Macki: i can't tell you the answer to that (+7)
» (I DON'T PLAY RPG'S BUT I'M GUESSING THAT +7 IS A FUNNY REFERENCE)
Place I thought I got, didn't work out. So I still need a room in the Mission/TenderNob/Market St./Downtown/Haight/Hayes Valley neighborhoods.
In the New Yorker piece "The Lunchroom Rebellion," Burkhard Bilger
writes of "a Hobart mixer with a vaguely menacing air, like the hooded
mother beast in 'Aliens.'"
That is not a vague menace! That is a specific menace! Bilger used
"vaguely" either to slow the sentence's pace (unneeded), to highlight or
imply his characterization is ingenuous (unlikely), or out of sloppy
editing (unseemly). It's the third needless "vague" I've seen in print
this week -- a vaguely worrying trend.
IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON TO YOUR VOX YOU WILL BE BARBED IN THE HEART BY A STINGRAY
IF YOU PASS IT ON YOU WILL MEET THE PERSON WHO MAKES YOU SAY "CRIKEY!"
As far as I can tell, the essential quality of an Upper West Side brunch seems to consist of milling in a large group outside of a restaurant for over an hour.
Nora Ephron to Slate's Bryan Curtis in "The Birth of Brunch"
