November 06, 2004

• "Head"start program?
• Is this what the democrats really want?
• wow... way to threadjack, steveno...
• Adrants has an article with a picture of one of the ads in question.
• Thanks for getting my back... us El's gotta stick togetha!
• HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I saw these around the city in the subways and was AMAZED that nobody caught it. VERY amused that two months later, they figured it out.
• Jeeesus, kids today... I'm not sure I'm long enough to "get brain"... oh shit, did I just say that outloud?
• "Brain?" Sometimes slang mystifies me, and I'm still in my twenties. How you go from oral sex to "brain?" Head, yes. Mouth, sure. Tongue, more please, and clockwise. Left nostril, now you're getting questionable. But brain ain't even close.
• ...yeah, I find that vaguely disgusting. Not in a prudish way, in an I-don't-like-impalement, don't-they-know-anything-about-anatomy way.
• "Brain?" Sometimes slang mystifies me... I've never understood the "blow" part of "blowjob".
• Goes along with calling it "skullies." But "get brain" is retarded. That's the message: street slang is often stupid.
• yeah but mct, got bruising-of-the-soft-palate doesn't exactly trip lightly off the tongue, know what I'm saying?
• doesn't exactly trip lightly off the tongue Only if you're not doing it correctly! Rimshot!
• Rimshot! Now we're really getting off course.
• "'Brain' and 'brain'! What is 'brain'?!?!" sorry about the obscure joke, non-Star Trek fans. for that matter, sorry about the joke, Star Trek TOS fans.
• I've never understood the "blow" part of "blowjob". Weird, I never understood why they call it a job. It seems pretty easy to me, and I've never been paid.
• mct, it's a short form of last year's term, something about "getting your brains polished". That's how it started -- who knows how it'll end?
• Oh for the love of... "Fellatio" is such a pretty-sounding word, kids. We know what you're talking about; you didn't invent them. Just give up.
• I guess every generation goes through a stage where they think they invented sex. Or variations thereof.
• Flay-show.
• I guess every generation goes through a stage where they think they invented sex. Or variations thereof. This reminds me of a part of Sedaris' Naked: "There was one boy at camp I felt I might get along with, a Detroit native named Jason who slept on the bunk beneath mine. Jason tended to look away when talking to the other boys, shifting his eyes as though he were studying the weather conditions. Like me, he used his free time to curl into a fetal position, staring at the bedside calendar upon which he'd x'-ed out all the days he had endured so far. We were finishing our 7:15 to 7:45 wash-and-rinse segment one morning when our dormitory counselor arrived for inspection shouting, "What are you, a bunch of goddamned faggots who can't make your beds?" "I giggled out loud at his stupidity. If anyone knew how to make a bed, it was a faggot. It was the others he needed to worry about. I saw Jason laughing too, and soon we took to mocking this counselor, referring to each other first as "faggots" and then as "stinking faggots." We were "lazy faggots" and "sunburned faggots" before we eventually became "faggoty faggots." We couldn't protest the word, as that would have meant acknowledging the truth of it. Embodying the term in all its clichéd glory, we minced and pranced about the room for each other's entertainment when the others weren't looking. . . . We used it as a joke, an accusation, and finally as a dare. Late at night I'd feel my bunk buck and sway, knowing that Jason was either masturbating or beating eggs for an omelette. Is it me he's thinking about? I'd follow his lead and wake the next morning to find our entire iron-frame unit had wandered a good eighteen inches from the wall. Our love had the power to move bunks. "Having no willpower, we depended on circumstances to keep us apart. 'This cannot happen' was accompanied by the sounds of bedsprings whining, 'Oh, but maybe just this once.' There came an afternoon when, running late for flag worship, we found ourselves alone in the dormitory. What started off as name-calling escalated into a series of mock angry slaps. We wrestled each other onto one of the lower bunks, both of us longing to be pinned. "'You kids think you invented sex,' my mother was fond of saying. But hadn't we? With no instruction manual or federally enforced training period, didn't we all come away feeling we'd discovered something unspeakably modern?"
• Get free brain.
• Dear God. The unbelievable stupidity.
• They could have at least taken them to the local charity shop. Or set up a free book giveaway for the students over the weekend. I realise most of them are too out of date to be given to universities in developing countries, but heck, some of them might have history departments who might like some older stuff. I haven't seen the university here here do this with books, but they are constantly throwing desks in the garbage when renovating - I could have really used one. I would have happily paid them $20 for it too. Instead, it went to landfill, despite all the cheery signs telling students to recycle!
• damn, if it hadn't rained this morning I'd go down to the skip to see what there is left! Now they'll be ruined.
• There might be stuff left - underneath other books.
• Eggheads like their booky-wooks! /Simpsons