Posts you had second thought about and decided not to post - put them here

'shut up'

;)

ha - that is my US-centric view of things.

pennyroyal

I said basically the same thing when I got a ticket for not having my headlights on over the weekend driving my mom's truck.

i wouldn't mind being a mod, actually.

I just noticed this thread happening. So that comment happened near the beginning of the thread?

I can't

sometimes I think cat power is the only music i agree with

Agree with, like, the sentiment of the words? Or the entire musical aesthetic? Maybe I shouldn't ask. Maybe this should be a safe place.

I wasn't gonna ask what you can't, but this is a haven, so I didn't.

that guy is an old friend and collaborator of my boss. He's a good player.

Ned? You worried about pulling a Suzy?

Yeah, and violating my new self-imposed posting limitations.

He's brilliant. My fave is The Crux? I gave it to one of my best friends, so I might've forgotten the title since it's been away.

we have a couple of his albums at work - he's a good guy, a little grumpy. I haven't actually listened to his albums, but I've seen him live. This is the case with a lot of music for me, actually.

If "Hounds of Love" were released today, half of the people raving about it would hate it.

you have as much chance of becoming a mod as me

my ambitions are quite low - i'd feel thoroughly satisfied being mod of a sub-board only me and two other people post to. I just want to make up fake user names.

You can register fake gmail addys and make fake user accounts based on them. The mods will know, though, based on your IP.

too much work.

Everyone who plays an instrument even kind of well. People who speak two languages. People who do hard math. People in science.

*deletes long overly personal post probably seeking sympathy*

The guy in that anecdote was an artist in the Whitney Biennial.

I'd have given him at least an 8.

more like a small dune of sand in a depressingly flat desert

on second thought, 5 might be more accurate.

spent 15 minutes revising a post about bristle blocks, then decided to just link an image

3000 miles is still too far away.

is that why you wrote all those luke-warm half-assed reviews?

you had the self-discipline necessary to be a successful serial killer

I am not going to post to this thread.

I have a cousin I'd make out with. Adodpted, tho.

apparently horses that are gelded - you are supposed to clean that stuff off of them, because it accumulates and could cause an expensive infection if not regularly dealt with.

yeah, I was just about to say, if it happened in real life I'd probably chalk it up to aurora borealis/marsh gas/your imagination. but in this case it's clear that you have daddy issues.

I'm trying really hard not to, but it's painful.

*sigh*

do people really read those signs from nearest to furthest, I've always wondered about that because I see the words all at once, and read "top to bottom" as I imagine most people do.

"it's a fun game to play with the english press..."

was that chaki?

Whoops - looks like I was wrong.

they are also good for balancing/resting things on

*sigh*

That 2nd one. I feel silly

hat trick

My two favorite dudes right there, working together.

I'M SAD REVIVE #34

summary because it was half an hour ago:

I'm sad dudes, again
Had a great trip to Chicago last week, saw all my old friends, remembered that I used to have friends
Back at work, hall conversation: "You're not smiling anymore, now you're not new anymore lol" me: :(
attempt to lighten up I'M SAD REVIVE #34 with second anecdote that was pretty funny, I thought, but it involved a bathroom story with (a lot of) poop and fartz, which is a kinda touchy subject nowadays so I left it alone
keep having childish thoughts about running away and living in the woods/another country/on the beach/working as drunken depressed cook in Antarctica research lab

I dunno, I've always had a good 15-20% of my posts that I delete before I post because they're just stupid, but lately it's probably up to the 50% range. So next time I post something ridiculous, remember that it could be waaaaay worse

ZS fwiw I never think your posts are stupid. Just the opposite. Also, I'm sorry you're sad and lonely.

Given all the Ralph business, I considered a parody/parallel poll:

- Ralph literally believes that Ms. Hoover is his mother
- Ralph calls Ms. Hoover "mommy" because he has trouble distinguishing his personal family life from his public social life
- Ralph's use of the term "mommy" witnesses a parapraxis in which Ms. Hoover, her role as a teacher standing as that of an ersatz maternal figure for Ralph, is transposed with a conception of his mother in that her ability to provide him milk echoes a maternal desire in part established by the pleasure first derived in infancy from being breastfed. For Ralph, who evidences a difficulty in intellectually and emotionally developing beyond an infantile state, Ms. Hoover is "mommy" insofar as she hold the promise of delivering the milk he desires.

Unfortunately the last point, though I myself would totally vote for it, wouldn't fit as a poll option.

in so far as she can

Also, I wanted to post that Ralph sucks, he was the very first character to delve into the sort of cheap, empty gag-dom that took over in later seasons. He was perhaps the first that stopped being a character and became an easy, prepackaged stereotype that frankly, isn't funny.

But I know everyone would take this as challops, etc.

I had third thoughts about posting an elaboration on that point, but then had fourth thoughts, so I'll post it here:

The general notion of ralph's problems with language and his proclivity for fantasy is generally OTM.

Consider when Ralph says to Ms. Hoover, "can you open my milk, mommy?"
Given his cognitive impairments, this may be evidence of an inability to differentiate personal and public lives, insofar as figures do not become fixed in their signification, rather existing according to the scattered logic of the fantastical mind of an individual who has trouble moving beyond an infantile state. Here, Ms. Hoover, in her role as a teacher-qua-ersatz maternal figure, is for Ralph transposed with a conception of his mother in that her ability to provide him milk echoes a maternal desire in part established by the pleasure first derived in infancy from being breastfed. She is "mommy" insofar as she holds the promise of delivering the milk he desires, thereby revealing what, on one hand might be an instance of parapraxis, but on the other hand, might indicate a deeper lack of rooting in symbolic reality. Ralph's readiness to assume the role of a viking - an ideal figure he fantasmatically identifies with - indicates his stance in regard to a life led according to desires evidently detached from reality.

Perhaps, then, Ralph is in fact more a viking than he is a boy.