It's all about me

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Oh, thank god. I guess I did not realize until just now the amount of anxiety this dispute was causing me. I felt like a little kid sitting at the top of the stairs while my parents were in a bitter screaming fight downstairs. I feel like I can finally exhale.

Sometimes I want you so much it hurts. If I were in the same room with you right now, I would rub up against you and perform no-strings-attached fellatio if I didn't fear it would ultimately leave you feeling empty.

[Gattigap]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Oh, thank god. I guess I did not realize until just now the amount of anxiety this dispute was causing me. I felt like a little kid sitting at the top of the stairs while my parents were in a bitter screaming fight downstairs. I feel like I can finally exhale.

Well, Sebby and I were just thinking of the children.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
That would be the source, not the inspiration.

If it were atticus, we could understand . . .

Are you a twosies fan too?

No. The source inspired me to post. It's both.

No, I'm not a fan. In fact, I've never pooped in my life.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
No. The source inspired me to post. It's both.

No, I'm not a fan. In fact, I've never pooped in my life.

As if. I think you have an ass fetish. A hankering for the back door.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
right. you successfully turned the joke from sexual innuendo to pants crapping. I think you ruined rp's morning.

NOT pants crapping. That's what the diapers are for. To prevent pants crapping.

[evenodds]

Originally posted by Jack Manfred
(and if he didn't, he should surrender all of his trucker hats and Von Dutch clothing. Actually, he should surrender all that stuff anyway.)

Twice in the past five days, I have seen tools in trucker hats. Both times, I almost punched them in the face for being so completely and unironically passé.

My favorite bar is filled with these little faux-hipsters. They look so ridiculous -- in their "ironic" ensembles with their girlfriends who are always at least 4 inches taller with huge breasts. "Junkie skinny" works on a girl -- in the right clothing, she just looks like a coke whore. Junkie skinny on a guy just makes him look like an actor.

I will say the only person I have seen in the past month who looked good in a TH was Andy Roddick. Who cares if you are out out-of-step you are when you look that hot.

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I feel like I can finally exhale.

That's interesting, because I feel an extra-large <yawn> coming on.

<YAWNYAWNYAWNityYAWNYAWN>

[taxwonk]

I just watched Welcome to the Dollhouse last night. It was a very surrealistic experience for me, as I am sure Todd Solodz intended it to be, what with the blending of cultural symbols from so many different eras.

However, as artistically structured as it was, it really struck me as not much more than an episode of Oliver Beene, the horrible Fox sitcom, gone tragically wrong. Nevertheless, I found myself stuck to the screen transfixed, as this train wreck of a movie careened on to its utterly empty conclusion.

Am I missing something of major cultural and artistic importance, or was it really the addictive piece of shit I ultimately concluded it was?

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Oh, thank god. I guess I did not realize until just now the amount of anxiety this dispute was causing me. I felt like a little kid sitting at the top of the stairs while my parents were in a bitter screaming fight downstairs. I feel like I can finally exhale.

so you heard that we've decided that you are the root of all our problems and that we're putting you up for adoption? I guess that's what you get for eavesdropping.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
NOT pants crapping. That's what the diapers are for. To prevent pants crapping.

If you are wearing diapers, you are still crapping your pants and walking around with crap all over your ass. You are just crapping into pants designed to be crapped into.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by taxwonk
I just watched Welcome to the Dollhouse last night. It was a very surrealistic experience for me, as I am sure Todd Solodz intended it to be, what with the blending of cultural symbols from so many different eras.

However, as artistically structured as it was, it really struck me as not much more than an episode of Oliver Beene, the horrible Fox sitcom, gone tragically wrong. Nevertheless, I found myself stuck to the screen transfixed, as this train wreck of a movie careened on to its utterly empty conclusion.

Am I missing something of major cultural and artistic importance, or was it really the addictive piece of shit I ultimately concluded it was?

Don't analyze Solodz's shit. Just enjoy it. Dollhouse is a blacker than black comedy, but it pales in comparison to Solodz's follow up - Happiness. Happiness is the sort of flick that leaves everyone silent for hours afterward. I still can't decide if it was just gratuitously disturbing or making a legitimate statement of some sort. All I know is I couldn't stop watching for a second.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
That's interesting, because I feel an extra-large <yawn> coming on.

<YAWNYAWNYAWNityYAWNYAWN>

Whenever I read your posts, I am able to see the words and recognize them as forming sentences, but as I begin to actually read the words, for some reason I hear the growing buzzing of what sounds like a thousand whiny gnats in my head, and it becomes impossibly difficult to focus. So, through no fault of your own I am sure, that is what you have come to represent to me. A swarm of gnats that periodically appears out of nowhere, with an increasingly overwhelming high-pitched whine, and that then suddenly disappears.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Whenever I read your posts, I am able to see the words and recognize them as forming sentences, but as I begin to actually read the words, for some reason I hear the growing buzzing of what sounds like a thousand whiny gnats in my head, and it becomes impossibly difficult to focus. So, through no fault of your own I am sure, that is what you have come to represent to me. A swarm of gnats that periodically appears out of nowhere, with an increasingly overwhelming high-pitched whine, and that then suddenly disappears.

Do gnats make a whiny noise? Or is that mosquitos?

Maybe I just have bad hearing. Though, I'd think of anyone you would, with your constant hipper-than-thou live music activities.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by taxwonk
I just watched Welcome to the Dollhouse last night. It was a very surrealistic experience for me, as I am sure Todd Solodz intended it to be, what with the blending of cultural symbols from so many different eras.

However, as artistically structured as it was, it really struck me as not much more than an episode of Oliver Beene, the horrible Fox sitcom, gone tragically wrong. Nevertheless, I found myself stuck to the screen transfixed, as this train wreck of a movie careened on to its utterly empty conclusion.

Am I missing something of major cultural and artistic importance, or was it really the addictive piece of shit I ultimately concluded it was?

This was his first movie. He made it somewhat bothersome, but still accesible enough taht it was relatively popular. I liked it alot. But what I liked was how mean everyone was to Dawn- that is, it wasn't "nice" things, or important things that make it good. It was cruel mean stuff.

"Dawn, do you know what special people means?"

Dollhouse got him a bigger budget and some established actors for movie #2- Happiness. Have you seen it? It is way more troubling than Dollhouse (but a better movie to me).

Rather than pulling the plug on the guy, they gave him more money for a third movie- Storytelling. It is really really offensive. I don't know if he is making a fourth.

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Whenever I read your posts, I am able to see the words and recognize them as forming sentences, but as I begin to actually read the words, for some reason I hear the growing buzzing of what sounds like a thousand whiny gnats in my head, and it becomes impossibly difficult to focus. So, through no fault of your own I am sure, that is what you have come to represent to me. A swarm of gnats that periodically appears out of nowhere, with an increasingly overwhelming high-pitched whine, and that then suddenly disappears.

Perhaps you need to wash more.