another announcement
 

Get outta here!! Who's the other one?

another announcement
 

One of the other paigows in my head. The one who hears Uncle Leo.

another announcement
 

Me.

Please, god, I need the Big Lebowski on DVD
 

Its sad and pathetic, sadly pathetic, that with all we have been through, you did not mention one of my socks. Well except chris, but I don't count that one since I auctioned it on eBay after its first 100 posts.

Please, god, I need the Big Lebowski on DVD
 

I actually typed in one and deleted it bc it didnt work. I may try to do another song though since I missed a lot of major FB issues.

another announcement
 

Not me. NTTAWWT.

Because you're worth it.
 

I give you all Ben Affleck's shampoo commercial.

Don't Cry for Me, Fashionistas
 

[Enter paigow, on a balcony overlooking a crowd of FBers. She is wearing white and looking remarkably like Carolyn Bessette after throwing an ashtray at JFK, Jr. -- sad eyes, icy blond hair, matte red lips. An expectant hush falls over the crowd.]

Paigow [starting softly, gaining strength as she goes]:

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all of my posts
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl with blood blue
Although she's messed up some of the time
Her family paid Mayflower's crew.

I had to let it happen, I had to post
Couldn't stay all my life lurking here
Reading chefster's sex polls, staying out of the fun
So I chose PAIGOW!
Running around trying everyone new
But no GA impressed me at all
I never expected them to

Don't cry for me, Fashionistas
The truth is I never left you
All through my chris days
My war with JRUSS
My spats with Thurgreed
(like Slave, he's hairless)

And as for Lester, and as for Slave
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the boards they were all I desired
Less is deluded
Slave is not the solution he promised to be
So I post here all of the time
I love you and hope you love me

Don't cry for me, Fashionistas
The truth is I never left you
All through my chris days
My war with JRUSS
My spats with Thurgreed
(like Slave, he's hairless)

Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.

But all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true.

[paigow bows to the applause, backing gracefully back off the balcony]

A Record for Singles
 

Sweet Gwinky. It appears that you found your article in a Canadian paper. Only here in the good old U S of A are we enlightened enough to be so freaking focused on skin color/ethnicity. We need to give Canada some lessons on how to divide people up into little groups. The Quebecoise picked up on it rather nicely last time around but the rest of you Canucks dropped the ball. Meet you on the Peace Bridge.

Thrashers(I love Gwinky because Gwinky's Rule!)Fan

A Record for Singles
 

This is proof of whomever had the theory that rap sucks ass. It has become the Monkeys, the Turtles, the Strawberry Alarm Clock, and Looking Glass all rapped into one.

Don't Cry for Me, Fashionistas
 

I thought I looked like Joanne Worley?

p(bravo!!! I am humbled to be tributed so)banged

A Record for Singles
 

Hi, Sunshine!

I'd like everyone to know that one of the best hip-hop albums of the last ten years was released last week.

Pick up OutKast's Speakerboxxx/The Love Below to see where the music lives gloriously.

http://slate.msn.com/id/2089335/

Edited to add this quote:

"If somebody tries that "rapping isn't music" nonsense with you (it still happens), hand them any of Big Boi's verses from Stankonia and ask them to map out the accents, references, and feet. Give them several days and lots of graph paper. (You might want to mention the quality of something is rarely correlated to complexity, but that stuff tends to impress ignoramae.) OutKast's overtorqued physical impact, the sense that their records are more there than anyone else's, comes in large part from Big Boi. The essence of Southern rap, the bounce, is all there in Big Boi's voice and beats. Just listen to the first two minutes of "Knowing," one of Speakerboxxx's most propulsive tracks. It's like watching someone tap-dance on a moving sidewalk while carrying three glasses of champagne. Blindfolded."

Paigow's Underpants Are Calling
 

"Heart patients may soon be able to buy underwear designed to detect heart rhythm abnormalities and even call for an ambulance in case of emergency, according to researchers at Netherlands-based Philips Electronics."

http://www.msnbc.com/news/977635.asp?vts=100920030836

"THE RESEARCHERS have developed sensors that measure body signals such as heart rate information, which can be sewn into bras and shorts and which connect to a thin chip module that monitors the signals."

"Should the patient suffer a heart attack, the system can trigger local alarms or wirelessly link with a mobile phone."


So the poll question is: If your underwear could link with a mobile phone, who would it call?

Of course, this could lead to annoying calls from some goober's secretary saying "Please hold while I connect you to Mr. Asshat's underpants."

Pet Peeve
 

Maybe its bc I have PMS, but is anyone else annoyed by people who email you with oh so clever headers on the email? Like "charmingly disarming"? That kinda thing?

Paigow's Underpants Are Calling
 

I have nothing to add. I just wanted to see this re: line again.