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My husband is slowly falling in love with San Diego
Nice. I almost went to UTA for grad school, did you know? Maybe we would have met lounging poolside :) Instead, I chose the big bad ole city, and rathole apts.— September 29, 2009 8:27 p.m.
Roman Polanski...Be Grateful You Were Not Extradited To Poland!
Hey SurfP, thanks for the information! Fish, too. "Roman was getting the sweetheart deal of the century in his plea agreement- then the prosecutor and judge conspired illegally and the judge was going to possibly send Roman to the big house for 50 years-YES, from no time to 50 years." Issues still to be cleared: I'll read over the grand jury testimony, but how, SurfP, could this have transpired? How did the judge and prosecutor arrive at this ridiculous first plea deal? How did they try to conspire on the second, and how did Polanski hear of it? Fish: Why do you give up? Should we be calling the gentleman RKJ? This sounds good: "(soy sauce, terriaki sauce, and Italian Dressing marinade)." I like to mix soy and Italian dressing, too--with citrus!— September 29, 2009 8:12 p.m.
Crab Bag
Aimz, ya better stop reading entirely, as you are likely to work up into a coniption reading just about anything. Naomi surely has nothing against corpulence--evidence of which says in itself nothing about the quality of the food one eats. Over half the foodie world is overweight for the love of food, and many a foodie waxes sensual about comfort food as well as fine cuisine. If you go to a buffet-style restaurant or any restaurant known to serve large portions, you're likely to see large people there, who know how much they want/need to eat. So what? Naomi writes what she sees--writing is about the accuracy of observation, and relating an atmosphere with visual detail for the reader. Now, let me put down the keyboard and strap that feedbag back on--I've got some quality corpulence to maintain!— September 29, 2009 5:49 p.m.
Chick Lit
You'll have to wait a little longer, Fishikins. I've been kinda sick, and am trying to catch up on grading work. I also have to write my contribution to the love affair with a celeb theme. I'll try to get down to the public library tomorrow or the next day, as I cannot find my copy of Lolita on these disorganized shelves. For good measure, I'll pick up a few major Nabokovs. It'll be fun :)— September 29, 2009 5:32 p.m.
My husband is slowly falling in love with San Diego
re: #141: "...where I can get a decent meal without fish in it," Ahhhh, that's just mean, AG. re: #143: "for not being food snobs, for having "ugly" apartments..." Hey, what's wrong with being a foodie? Rather than be proud of our pathetic restaurant scene, we need to continue to encourage better! As a lifelong apartment dweller, here, in OC, and NYC, I can say that any pad can be personalized to satisfaction. The most noticeable change for the least money? Just paint the walls your color of choice!— September 29, 2009 5:27 p.m.
Furry Children
PS: refried is the project manager, but may need to be out of town for a week. We should think of some interesting plot lines and characters meanwhile; if we do use "Veronica's Armpit" as a fictional venue for central casting, multiple contributors will be able to write in turn, introducing ideas and having characters interact. I like the idea of something growing organically in this way, and dialogic exchange just 'happening,' while everyone keeps a few themes and plot directions in mind. Just an idea :)— September 29, 2009 5:13 p.m.
Furry Children
Ah, at least three of us work from la casa, then Duhbya; hence the ability to indulge one's frequent bouts of Tourette's :) I think your input on any creative project would be very valuable--you are the s***, and your helpless little (IT clients, I assume) whingers best know it!— September 29, 2009 5:09 p.m.
Roman Polanski...Be Grateful You Were Not Extradited To Poland!
re: #1: So his sentence was a 42-day psych evaluation?— September 29, 2009 2:29 p.m.
Roman Polanski...Be Grateful You Were Not Extradited To Poland!
"In my upcoming book, the "Comments" will get a separate section. Not that I dislike any of what you folks have written, but a seperate section lets the comments shine on their own. Also, all those who contribute will get a nod on my "Acknowledgements" page. After all, your comments help keep these entries honest." I don't care if you use my writing, as long as they are comments confined to your weblog, LP, but wondering: What is the protocol there? Who actually 'owns' our comments? The Reader? The blogger upon whose story we've commented? Interesting question. I'm sure you or refried can answer this one :)— September 29, 2009 2:28 p.m.
My husband is slowly falling in love with San Diego
--forgot "olive green," that very special olive green shag carpeting color--now back in style :)— September 29, 2009 2:19 p.m.