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Pete, spooks69 was not referring to the transit system. As you are aware, s/he was responding to Fred, who was referring to immigrant women in a favorable way.— November 22, 2009 11:11 a.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
"You'll notice that I almost never bring race into any conversation unless someone else does." Patently false. You came in on this platform, lifting up your boy parts and crying "N___r" to anyone who'd listen, trying to feel out the situation. When you found that it wasn't to the majority's liking, you cooled it a bit. Now, basically the only meter of your behavior is gringo's daddy approval, which is unfortunately for us, a bit indulgent. "As for my blatant sexism, all I got to say is that you sound like a bitter old hag." And you sound like a bitter young psychopath being called out by a desirable, but unattainable woman of much more influence in the universe than yourself. Sandwich? Sure--just ignore that granular white powder on top of the mustard--just a new designer salt. *Smooch* "Like I said, SD, NOBODY felt the need to pick apart my playground comment except you! Shouldn't that tell you something?" Again with the easy conclusion of overanalysis; what it says: the refuge of the laaaazzzzyyy. If I were to analyze your statements like an e.e. cummings poem, you'd know it. And your wallet would feel the difference, too. ;)— November 22, 2009 10:31 a.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
Pete, it is sad that your only reply is a transparent attempt to mobilize others' opinions against me. I do not "pick apart" others' posts any more than anyone else. If you feel that I do, it is because you are very much like a case study of some kind, and provide tons of dysfunctional material to analyze. I wouldn't even do that, but for your racist and sexist agendas, which give me carte blanche. Example of what? I'm not sure what you are talking about by having an opinion without fully believing it. Are you offering this as a way to interpret your supposedly not quite full commitment to the logical conclusions/consequences of your own racist and sexist philosophies?— November 22, 2009 8:55 a.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
The name of “Mr. Huge,” Jeorge Tripps, is inspiration in and of itself. However, the descriptions of his product by our poster are yet more inspiring, so much so that I have decided to write a one act piece, to incorporate all of these juicy nouns, adjectives, and prepositional phrases. Characters for my next play: Swollen Pickle—protagonist; guerilla poet and sporadic barista. Saffron Squeeze—Pickle’s girl, an open mic night groupie and guerilla poet Jumbo Fuzz—Pickle’s Dad Aqua-Puss Analog Delay—Pickle’s mom Red Llama Overdrive—Pickle’s sporadic boss, owner of café called “The Crunch Knob.” Green Rhino Overdrive II—Red Llama’s son and Pickle’s best friend Foot Pig Fuzz—Pickle’s eccentric neighbor; gay cop with a foot fetish Sample of Pickle’s high energy extemporaneous recitations at “The Crunch Knob” on guerilla jam open mic night: Dig the magic of his vintage pedal, the most sought-after and corpulent Way Huge pedal! Must have your… quiet relay-based true bypass Your… super high-gain fuzz! smooth or opened his fuzz sustains with clipping diodes Cliff jacks, tone stack Scoop! Control-- aluminum anodized chassis; check his Military spec Teflon wire vibe Peace out! From advance reviews of “Swollen Pickle’s Way Huge Adventure:” [This play is] “Distinguished by remarkable girth and sizzle.” –The Dramatist Daniels’s work ranges “from mild crunch to Armageddon,” and has "more fuzz than a moldy peach!"— Jam Quarterly— November 22, 2009 7:10 a.m.
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I agree, spooks69. It is heartening to see any comment recognizing a shared humanity, rather than some manufactured statistic blaming our neighbors to the South for everything under the sun.— November 22, 2009 5:01 a.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
re:#52: Pete wondered: "I also wonder about any person, married or not, that tries to change another human. Have we as humans learned ANYTHING?" I didn't take gringo's comment about he and his wife influencing each other for the better to mean that they planned to try and manipulate each other's personalities. It sounds to me--from everything he's blogged or commented--like they have a pretty healthy, communicative relationship. I do agree that attempting to change others to conform to our own needs and desires is something we all have to go through, and in most cases, learn the hard way to give up. It is liberating when you do give up on it. Btw, I hope you don't confuse my pointing out racist or sexist content in your writing with trying to change you, Pete. It is about social justice and hopefully influencing the expansion of someone's views, not necessarily about trying to change someone's personality. Pete redoubled: "I never said you overanalyzed me. I said you overanalyze people's comments. HUGE difference." Actually, you did say that I overanalyzed you, Pete. Here: "My comment about the playground was just that-a comment. I don't see anyone else on these boards picking it apart subtle nuance by subtle nuance. Again, you WAAAAAAAAAY overanalyzed it." "Overanalysis" is an easy rejoinder, as is a diagnosis of "anal retentive." If you put as much passionate attention into these responses as you do football discussions and smack talk, maybe we could have a real conversation ;)— November 22, 2009 4:54 a.m.
The Breakfast Club
Film, like literature, does not have some injunction to realism, or even to portray common realities; hopefully, it explores metaphor and social perceptions, and expands or questions them in fresh ways. With The Breakfast Club, Hughes was making a point about stereotypes and adolescence, and how fear keeps us in one interpretive mode over another. He took the common figures of the jock, the prom queen, the dropout/rebel, the freak and the geek, and tried to explore how they all shared some of the traumas of growing up, while attempting to articulate identity not influenced by others (ultimately impossible, if we examine the choices given them). We see in the figure of the teacher who runs Saturday detention one possible future for these kids--to grow up as a mindless conformist, locked in fear and hatred of other human beings. We see another direction with the janitor as social dropout with a clearer, though just as opportunistic, life philosophy (remember how much they run down mazelike halls, running into one or the other of these two possible futures? That's called metaphor). This film, like so many with the 'brat pack,' remains iconic as a record of the American middle class of the 1980s, during which many middle class kids grew up with absent and uncommunicative parents, lost to a fetishization of white collar executive status objects and a money-crazed work ethic.— November 22, 2009 2:30 a.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
Since you feel you've gotta jump in, russl: It isn't my confrontation or challenge, and I was not the person to bring it up. I said I had no real interest in knowing whether or not Josh is RobertScorpio, though I agreed it was a possibility. Again: I am concerned with who started asking around about me in my place of business. Oh and yes, I do not enter into wagers with non-gentlemen. Problem with that or comment?— November 22, 2009 2:02 a.m.
San Diego Coalition of Reason
"Josh, you and Refried both seem to think that tolerance of stupidity is a virtue that you deserve credit for." Actually, Fred, Josh believes that his own ignorance deserves credit as a virtue. In a pristine, mind-clearing, Zen kind of way.— November 22, 2009 1:30 a.m.
The Swift Justice Of Cosmetology
re: #48: Well and good. "RobertScorpio" is probably just your doppelganger. I'm sure your stepbrother is posting as someone here, too, but don't have time or inclination to form a theory on it. As for getting under people's skin, I admit that you don't have to try very hard.— November 22, 2009 1:24 a.m.