The More Things Change …
Posted on September 2nd, 2010 by D. Aristophanes
Poor Debbie Schlussel. In classic ‘Two Stars, One Slot’ fashion, Pamela Geller has won the ‘Battle of the Shrieking Anti-Muslim Grating-Voiced Paranoid Jewisher-Than-Thou Prowling Cougar Drama Queens’ — leaving Debs in the dust and hurting for audience share amongst the in-with-a-chance mouth-breathing career hatist demographic.
So what’s an aging peroxide blonde Dhimmi basher to do? Why, take out her rage on proxy Pams, of course! Pointing to a video of tween Jonas Brothers fans, Debbie sneers:
When I was a teen, none of the girls I knew (including myself) were this crazy and unhinged, especially over something sooooo stupid.
Clearly, such weepy adolescent reactions to pop stars has never occurred before. Oh, wait:
Not to mention:
Old grump complaint about teenaged girl foiled by Beatles/Sinatra documentation. Well played indeed.
Maybe next, she’ll carp about violent kids’ entertainment, and you can riposte with EC Comics and film noir.
When I was a teen, none of the girls I knew (including myself) were this crazy and unhinged
So what happened?
By that standard, Debbie must be injecting factory farm steak tartare directly into her veins. This would explain much.
American Girls Are More Unhinged & Stupid Than Ever
Isn’t Debbie an American Girl?
“God it’s so painful when something that’s so close / is still so far out of reach”
I hear ya, Debs. Take another swig from the wine box.
So what happened?
Remember, she probably doesn’t consider herself unhinged now either.
We can all be thankful that Debs would never get crazy or unhinged over something stupid.
Remember, she probably doesn’t consider herself unhinged now either.
I don’t think Pez dispensers consider themselves unhinged, either, but they sure do look it.
DA,
Elvis? HULLO???????????
Kids These Days, Vol. CCLXVII
Isn’t Debbie an American Girl?
No, you see, she’s a Real American[tm], not to be confused with those other bitches that stole her show and are mean and stuck up. Wingnut women hating on other women when they succeed is all part of the Palin Feminism[tm, copyright, blah blah blah], so must be maintained at all costs.
Right now, she’s planning a Lindsay Lohan on Gellar, a la Mean Girls.
There can be only one.*
*Wingnut, blond, out-of-her-gourd muslim-hating woman. Ann Coulter passed the tiara when she agreed to speak at HomoCon.
In fairness to Debs, she claims to have been born in 1969. She missed Beatlemania.
This makes her a teen in, say, 1985. New Kids On The Block.
So the first commenter brings up the Beatles and Elvis, and here’s Debs reply:
Um, what?
We have secretely replaced Debbie Schlussslel with Brent Bozell. Let’s see if anybody notices.
When I was a teen, none of the girls I knew (including myself) were this crazy and unhinged,
Like she hasn’t snuck into the theater with those other Desperate Housewives to watch them Twilight movies.
Right now, she’s planning a Lindsay Lohan on Gellar, a la Mean Girls.
There can be only one.*
EXcellent Robot Chicken reference. Nicely played, sir. Martini?
What about the women of Vienna chasing Mozart through the boulevards in their taffeta ball gowns?
Were they this crazy and unhinged? I don’t know ‘cuz I wasn’t around then. DS
Jesus Christ, Debbie, neither was I. But there’s, like, FOOTAGE and people who remember is are STILL ALIVE.
I remember Meghan McCain doing something similar, and it made me want to smack her.
you see, nothing happened for real ’til after she was born.
Actor 212 said:
EXcellent Robot Chicken reference. Nicely played, sir. Martini?
Ma’am, actually. And yes, dirty.
(and)
In fairness to Debs, she claims to have been born in 1969. She missed Beatlemania
Jeezy Creezy, she’s MY AGE?! I thought she was at least 10-15 years older. And anyway, New Kids on the Block? Van Halen? For the love of all that is Mall-haired, BON JOVI?
Girl must have spent her formative years listening to “lite rock” stations on the radio.
you see, nothing happened for real ’til after she was born.
Sooo, Israel doesn’t actually exist, then? Nifty!
What about the women of Vienna chasing Mozart through the boulevards in their taffeta ball gowns?
I hear that Rasputin had that problem in Moscow, too. But I wasn’t around then.
Along with the theories that anti-biotics in animals, etc. are bringing puberty to American girls at earlier ages than ever
Hmm, I’ve read theories that increased levels of hormone-like chemicals in the environment are doing this, as well as increased obesity in children. Of course, Debbie has SPECIFICALLY spoken out against letting the EPA regulate and blames fat children for their lack of self control, so I suppose she doesn’t give a fuck.
Anyhoo, I’d bet religion has led to more stupid “hysteria” than musicians, and not just among girls.
So the first commenter brings up the Beatles and Elvis, and here’s Debs reply:
If only there was some way to discover what had happened before you were born, wouldn’t that be cool?
Sigh. I want to live in a world like that.
Jeezy Creezy, she’s MY AGE?! I thought she was at least 10-15 years older.
Mine too also. She looks WAY older than that, doesn’t she? Also: Duran Duran.
DAMMIT
I’m the same age as she supposedly is. I’m a dude and even I remember unhinged girls going crazy for everyone from Shawn Cassidy and Leif Garrett all the way up to Menudo and the Backstreet Boys. But I realize that Menudo probably never hit Debbie’s radar for obvious reasons.
Anyhoo, I’d bet religion has led to more stupid “hysteria” than musicians, and not just among girls.
And, shit, boys jump all over each other and break shit and get their teeth busted in at concerts, at least the boys I knew when I was a teenager.
boys jump all over each other and break shit and get their teeth busted in at concerts
Sure, but they aren’t squealing.
I’m 11 years older than Debbie and I look a hell of a lot better than her. Less hate, I imagine.
I credit lots of modesty and the pickling effects of copious amounts of alcohol. Also smoking and serial abuse of various and sundry substances.
Curses!
I own a guitar signed by Bros. Yes, Bros. Girls had them trapped in the record store I worked in.
I can’t believe this crap nowadays. When I was younger we didn’t even have teenagers, we were just all born old.
When I was younger we didn’t even have teenagers, we were just all born old.
You were born? Luxury! We had to shape ourselves out of clay.
Also, young Sumerian girls in carefully applied clay ‘Baba Sox’ would chase the blind poet Sin-liqe-unninni down the streets of Uruk after a recitation of the Gilgamesh epic (after several years of this and some near scrapes with personal injury, ‘Unninni would become a recluse who only released recorded cuneiform tablets for the rest of his career).
In fairness to Debs, she claims to have been born in 1969. She missed Beatlemania.
This makes her a teen in, say, 1985. New Kids On The Block.
They were later. Think Thompson Twins, Hall and Oates, Huey Lewis, REO Speedwagon, etc.
This is when I turned my lonely eye to punk rock.
So everyone will now be able to guestimate almost my EXACT age, I will admit that I lost my pubescent SHIT over Duran Duran.
And I was the only person born in 1969.
I lost my pubescent SHIT over Duran Duran.
Well at least you had pubescence as an excuse. There were plenty of “grown up” girls who did likewise.
Also, young Sumerian girls in carefully applied clay ‘Baba Sox’ would chase the blind poet Sin-liqe-unninni down the streets of Uruk after a recitation of the Gilgamesh epic
Made of win.
If the Jonas Brothers wanted undeserved adulation from rightwingers, they’d don flight suits and Reagan masks.
So everyone will now be able to guestimate almost my EXACT age
You mean the one told to anyone who reads your blog?
Yeah, I seem to remember listening to a lot of ten year old music during the mid eighties.
“You mean the one told to anyone who reads your blog?”
You mean all two of them, one of them being me?
So everyone will now be able to guestimate almost my EXACT age, I will admit that I lost my pubescent SHIT over Duran Duran.
My first concert was supposed to be Duran Duran, but I got chicken pox.
“I lost my pubescent SHIT over Duran Duran.
Well at least you had pubescence as an excuse. There were plenty of “grown up” girls who did likewise.”
That doesn’t bother me. They actually had talent. Many of their songs still hold up. I was a screaming tween with good taste.
I was a screaming tween with good taste.
At least it wasn’t Flock of Seagulls.
“My first concert was supposed to be Duran Duran, but I got chicken pox.”
Never got to see them, much to my chagrin. My friends and I would watch their videos on tape and pause them on the dreamy parts. *blush*
“I was a screaming tween with good taste.
At least it wasn’t Flock of Seagulls.”
True dat.
They were later. Think Thompson Twins, Hall and Oates, Huey Lewis, REO Speedwagon, etc.
This is when I turned my lonely eye to punk rock.
Wait a minute. You might be on to something. Was it bad ’80s rock that formed the psyches of our current cohort of wingnuttia?
Are they the ones that remained to be ruined, and didn’t turn to the refuge of the Clash?
Was it bad ’80s rock that deformed the psyches of our current cohort of wingnuttia?
Fished for accuratocracy
Are they the ones that remained to be ruined, and didn’t turn to the refuge of the Clash?
Your use of the dialectic is faulty, comrade.
I loved Huey Lewis (still kind of do, in the nostalgic way) and it didn’t turn me to the dark side, so that condition, while it might be necessary, is clearly not sufficient.
My first concert was supposed to be Duran Duran, but I got chicken pox.
Random fact about which you don’t care…
I got chicken pox at age 33. I actually wished I was dead.
Swell, NPR reports another oil platform explosion in the Gulf.
More here.
She’s never heard of Jesus Camp?
My first concert was Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, with Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66 opening.
I was about 12. My dad took me to Cincinnati Gardens.
Wait a minute. You might be on to something. Was it bad ’80s rock that formed the psyches of our current cohort of wingnuttia?
Are they the ones that remained to be ruined, and didn’t turn to the refuge of the Clash?
The stuff I listed (with the exception of The Thompson Twins) was your super tight 501s with the Izod shirt and a mullet crowd. So yeah–it’s very possible that this did help to produce that crowd.
Moar horror:
Van Halen 1984
Journey’s epic album with all their big hits. (I forgot the name–or repressed it, more likely)
All of the hair metal with Poison leading the charge
I disregarded The Clash–not my style.
Violent Femmes
Dead Kennedys
Black Flag
DRI
GBH
Circle Jerks
Yeah, that’s the stuff…
My first concert was Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass…
That’s pretty cool. My folks disapproved of that “modern” music so I had to take myself to my first concert as a high school senior. I am ashamed to say it was Boston.
Menudo!!!!! I love that “Shopping Mall” song.
Plus the soup.
MAAAAAM! ke killed the thread!
Bad ke!
My first concert: McKendree Spring, Billy Preston, Uriah Heep.
Yeah, I’m old.
MAAAAAM! ke killed the thread!
Menudo’ll do that.
I remember when my friends and I used to stick scissors into their faces in the fan mags (only after we’d cut out the Duran pics first, of course!!). We seriously hated them.
I remember when my friends and I used to stick scissors into their faces…
For a second there, I thought you were talking about your friends’ faces.
That would’ve been a problem.
Loved Uriah Heep. I’m old too. My first concert was Osmonds. The last one I saw was Perfect Circle. The best was Bowie’s “final” Ziggy tour. Squealing occurred at alla them.
A friend of mine came home to a room full of shredded newspaper. His younger brother explained: “They gave Erasure a bad review.”
Ma’am, actually. And yes, dirty.
I like a dirty girl.
For a second there, I thought you were talking about your friends’ faces.
LOL. No, we saved our rage for inanimate objects, I assure you. (Also our lust. I’m pretty sure my one friend dry-humped her John Taylor poster).
A friend of mine came home to a room full of shredded newspaper. His younger brother explained: “They gave Erasure a bad review.”
So this guy had trouble expressing himself is what you’re saying.
(Actually, that story made me giggle.)
Also, young Sumerian girls in carefully applied clay ‘Baba Sox’ would chase the blind poet Sin-liqe-unninni down the streets of Uruk after a recitation of the Gilgamesh epic
HAH!
Lucy, the Australopithecanus Afarensis fossil, died chasing down Oog, the frond-playing chimp of the band UkUk.
I know! I was there!
Was it bad ’80s rock that formed the psyches of our current cohort of wingnuttia?
*eyeing Thompson Twins boxed set*
I sure hope not.
Awwww, Debbie’s banned me from comments! I was going to mention the whole FDA regulations about hormones in food and shit…
Speaking of the Thompson Twins, I seriously love this song No foolin’. Lurve it.
Also our lust. I’m pretty sure my one friend dry-humped her John Taylor poster
HAWT!
FYWP. Don’t like Thompson Twins? Well, suck it. I love this song.
I’m ashamed to admit my first concert was Barry Manilow, New Year’s Eve on Broadway.
Well, the first concert I bought tickets for. Let me detail that.
A friend of mine came home to a room full of shredded newspaper. His younger brother explained: “They gave Erasure a bad review.”
That’s fucking awesome.
my first concert was Barry Manilow
Jeeezus. I’d never admit that to anyone.
“They gave Erasure a bad review.”
I keep reading that as “They gave Ensure…”
Perhaps I am old.
The first band I saw in concert was Pavement.
First gig I attended: Steppenwolf, at the Eagles Auditorium in Seattle. Don’t remember the other acts.
FRANKIE! (About three mins. in.)
Spirit. Austin Coliseum. 1971.
Kansas at Madison Square Garden, circa 1977.
D’oh.
Oh, yes: 1968, bit-chezzzz!! I win! For all time!!
I would’ve loved to see Kansas in ’77. A buddy of mine saw them at Red Rocks in about ’79 and said they were awesome. His perceptions might have been enhanced at the time.
Now I can see them at the Emerald Queen Casino but eh, not so much.
First five concerts in order: Grand Funk Railroad, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Genesis, Jackson Browne, Todd Rundgren. Unless we’re actually counting Brownsville Station, but that was a county fair so I’m thinking no.
I’m stunned no one has mentioned Michael Jackson. Girls (and a few boys) went bonkers over the dude after Thriller came out. Just craziness everywhere he went.
Of course, I was busy listening to my dad’s albums (Big Brother and the Holding Co., Led Zeppelin’s first two, the Stones’ Beggar’s Banquet, and a bunch of others) but I hear the kids really dug the dude.
Oh, and my first concert was Ratt, with an opening act by some dude no one had heard of at that point:
Bon Jovi.
They did almost the entire 7800-degrees Fahrenheit album and made Ratt look stupid (well, stupider than normal).
A few months later a friend put on two albums that I had never heard: one from Metallica, and one from Black Flag.
My life was never the same after that …
Beatles. Cavern Club. 1961.
Further street cred: Saw Van Halen at a skate rink in Norwalk, CA in ’76 or ’77. Not impressed, but was amused by their version of “You Really Got Me.”
Why the hell do people go see cover bands?
Of course, I was busy listening to my dad’s albums (Big Brother and the Holding Co., Led Zeppelin’s first two, the Stones’ Beggar’s Banquet, and a bunch of others) but I hear the kids really dug the dude.
My dad was a big influence on me, musically, too. I like to think he got me started down the right road with stuff like Stevie Wonder (back in his Musicality days) and The Beatles and Cream and even stuff like Weather Report.
I grew up on an island in a foriegn country, then moved to someplace even more remote… Florida. The county eventually built a big steel barn thingy and called it an arena. It was probably perfect for the wrestiling matches, but the accustics were horrible for music acts. The first concert I saw was Journey. I had no choice, my girlfriend was a huge fan. Then one day in ’78 I travelled to the big city to see Jethro Tull at the Sun Dome in Tampa. Wow, the music actually sounded like music! I tell ya, the big city’s got everything!
M. Bouffant, you could possibly have seen my older brother in the Battle of the Bands in ’66, also in Seattle. You certainly have me on oldness and decrepitude. Go team you.
My dad was a big influence on me, musically, too. I like to think he got me started down the right road with stuff like Stevie Wonder (back in his Musicality days) and The Beatles and Cream and even stuff like Weather Report.
Meant to say “Musiquarium”
DRI
Best bathroom-cleaning music of all time. OF ALL TIME.
Hey, more on popular music, from a guy at The American Spectator. (You just know he has his finger on the pulse of Yankee culture.) Apparently, today’s music sucks & you don’t hear it anywhere. Therefore, album/CD/whatever sales are down.
The first concert I went to was “They Might be Giants” in the spring of 1992 just after my freshman year of college. I was broke and carless throughout high school (and oh yeah, I live in Wisconsin) and my parents were not big fans of rock concerts, so that was the earliest I had cash+ride+show I wanted to see.
Best bathroom-cleaning music of all time. OF ALL TIME.
Yeah, what’s w/ T-Sam & he doesn’t like The Clash, but he’s hep to DRI?
Didn’t see any Battles of the Bands. (Pat O’Day? Was that the guy at KJR who organized those things?)
vacuumslayer: Good taste, but do you taste good?
Hey, more on popular music, from a guy at The American Spectator.
Oh, good god. It always cracks me up when I see conservatives whine about how shitty aspects of pop culture have gotten. It’s YOUR FAULT, MOTHERFUCKERS. The model that emphasizes mass-production and profit over quality is your ideal. Don’t fucking blame the librul meeja.
Oh, and fuck CDs. Really. CDs??? The only market related to the music industry that’s doing relatively well is records.
Todd Rundgren. Penn State Rec Hall. ca. 1974.
Depends. Do you think perfume and deodorant taste good?
77South–Yay! Good way to start.
From the American Spectator:
Heavens! When did that happen? Some time recently?
The first concert I went to was “They Might be Giants” in the spring of 1992 just after my freshman year of college. I was broke and carless throughout high school (and oh yeah, I live in Wisconsin) and my parents were not big fans of rock concerts, so that was the earliest I had cash+ride+show I wanted to see.
Yeah, I saw Pavement in 1999 when I was 18 (or maybe juuuuuuuust 19) for the same reasons. By that time, I had a job and a car and, like, friends, so I went.
I went to see Patti Smith about a month later by myself, and you’d have thought I was this gigantic weirdo for going to a show alone. I guess I’m just a rebel like that?
What a creepy guy!
Also, 77south, that’s a good first show, too!
Pat O’Day? Was that the guy at KJR who organized those things?
Might have been. Certainly KJR was the background soundtrack to my misspent yout’ but I would’ve been about eight at the time. Mostly I know Pat O’Day as the spokesman for Schick Schaedel Hospital these days. That and still calling the hydroplane races at Seafair for Channel 7.
I second the nod to 77 — great first show.
The most “intimate” show I saw was the Violent Femmes at a fraternity house in Rolla for St. Patrick’s day. (I want to say Sig Chi, but not sure — one with tons of cash.) Totally. Fucking. Awesome.
There were also three summers I traveled around the country. [snark] I kept wondering, “Who the hell are the Grateful Dead, and why do they keep following me?” [/snark]
**sigh**
My summers haven’t been the same since Jerry died.
Heavens! When did that happen? Some time recently?
I don’t know! What a novel observation!
I miss 120 Minutes.
God, I love my city! I bought two suits designed by an African-American. They were sold to me by a Syrian-American, who also sold me four shirt and two ties by a Lebanese-American, and the alterations are being tailored by a Dominican-American.
And it was all half off.
Sly and the Family Stone at the Fillmore East, NYC
Noice.
What a creepy guy!
Aren’t I though?
OT: The wingnut quest for gratitude regarding their excellent Iraqi adventure knows no boundaries (or decency). From Cal Thomas at Clownhall:
http://townhall.com/columnists/CalThomas/2010/09/02/book_review
“Speaking of a bill, the president should send Iraq a bill for this war. The money would come from Iraq’s vast oil reserves and be used to reimburse the depleted U.S. Treasury. Even a partial payment would help and demonstrate Iraq’s gratitude beyond mere words.”
Someone please bring the high octane snark for this because what I want to say will ban me from the Intertubes for life.
Oh, yes: 1968, bit-chezzzz!! I win! For all time!!
Nuh uh. My Herb Alpert concert was earlier.
Oh my! This too is a new phenomenon. That Flynn fellow certainly has his “finger on the pulse” of the modern music listener!
Hey, waitaminute. After spending an entire column decrying what dreck is being produced by kids these days, he’s saying illegal downloads are the problem? And is he aware that some downloads are, in fact, legal?
Actor 213? Did you get promoted?
Moved. Duh.
‘Unninni would become a recluse who only released recorded cuneiform tablets for the rest of his career).
Available in translation!
Across the street, away from all of the dusky types?
Sly and the Family Stone at the Fillmore East, NYC
Marion, you might like these guys. They remind me a lot of Sly and the Family Stone.
LOLWUT?
LOLWUT?
Well, we could disqualify you w/ this:
My dad took me to Cincinnati Gardens.
But it’s an exhibition, not a competition.
Actor213 said,
September 2, 2010 at 21:35
Bouf, did you pay the licensing fee? Cuz I copyrighted that when I thought about moving to LA
Pop music caters to a niche market of especially superficial suburban teens, urban denizens, and club-goers stuck in extended adolescence. Everybody else is pretty much left out, which explains the market void.
Yes, cuz that’s why it sells so much: it excludes most Americans.
From Cal Thomas at Clownhall
Nymmy, I feel for ya. We do so many great things around the world without charge, it’s only right that when the
victimsbeneficiaries can afford it we should send them a bill.Had to move across the country to get the promotion; still a swarthy/dusky neighborhood though.
MOAR DRI
Yeah, best bathroom cleaning ever. Plus awesome driving music.
Even a partial payment would help and demonstrate Iraq’s gratitude beyond mere words
Um, gratitude? Talk about making an ass of u and me…
Had to move across the country to get the promotion; still a swarthy/dusky neighborhood though.
Idiot! I’m supposed to be besides myself, not across the continent!
Licensing & copyright are you-know-what, & fascist too. Parasite!!
More the behind the scenes kind-of-guy though (No talent.) Craftservicer213, maybe.
“The money would come from Iraq’s vast oil reserves”
Well that was the original plan. In fact, if you remember, the CPA handed oil exploration rights (? my google-fu is weak) exclusively to American companies. Turns out, the thirty year old technology and, y’know, bombing and killing made it hard to extract the dollars from the sands. Stupid sanctions.
More the behind the scenes kind-of-guy though (No talent.) Craftservicer213, maybe.
Fluffer213 is available. I had to give that one up when I chipped a tooth.
Nymmy, I feel for ya. We do so many great things around the world without charge, it’s only right that when the victims beneficiaries can afford it we should send them a bill.
I think that Cal should hop on over to Baghdad and walk to the nearest Shiite or Sunni household with a tin cup in hand. As a good guest, he should graciously accept whatever they feel like paying back to him.
Someone please bring the high octane snark for this because what I want to say will ban me from the Intertubes for life.
Can’t. Sorry.
Chowdah,
http://www.truth-out.org/article/seiler-and-hamburg-why-there-was-no-exit-plan
Smut is dirty:
Valley of the Tablets.
Idiot! I’m supposed to be besides myself, not
across theincontinent!There we go.
There we go.
I walked right into that one
I had to give that one up when I chipped a tooth
Uh-oh. I am about to give up most of my 12 or so teef.
Uh-oh. I am about to give up most of my 12 or so teef.
That’s actually a competitive advantage in LA.
Someone please bring the high octane snark for this because what I want to say will ban me from the Intertubes for life.
Dude, lay off the meth!
That’s actually a competitive advantage in LA.
Especially in the fluffer biz.
Er, so I’ve heard.
My remaining good looks can only be improved by my new choppers. No stupid letterman-gap, & shiny white.
Expect to see me on denture adverts on the evening news soon, smiling.
Speaking of a bill, the president should send Iraq a bill for this war. The money would come from Iraq’s vast oil reserves and be used to reimburse the depleted U.S. Treasury. Even a partial payment would help and demonstrate Iraq’s gratitude beyond mere words.
If not enough countries show their gratitude with financial disbursements to cover the cost of being invaded, then perhaps the US just might not bother to invade them next time! Did those ungrateful Iraqis ever think of that??
“In classic ‘Two Stars, One Slot’ fashion, Pamela Geller has won the ‘Battle of the Shrieking Anti-Muslim Grating-Voiced Paranoid Jewisher-Than-Thou Prowling Cougar Drama Queens’ — leaving Debs in the dust and hurting for audience share amongst the in-with-a-chance mouth-breathing career hatist demographic.”
I realize this is in your idiomatic style-based hyper-hyphenated-in-jokey style, but really… Is there some way you could, perhaps, allow those who don’t know all those code words (such as myself) to understand WTF U R sayin’?
Thanks.
Er, so I’ve heard.
That wasn’t you…?
I mean, you’re probably right.
If not enough countries show their gratitude with financial disbursements to cover the cost of being invaded, then perhaps the US just might not bother to invade them next time!
Wait! I got it!
What if we made them pay us NOT to invade!?
It would be for their own protection. We could tell them we won’t invade for, say, 10…no, 15% of their GDP.
I realize this is in your idiomatic style-based hyper-hyphenated-in-jokey style, but really… Is there some way you could, perhaps, allow those who don’t know all those code words (such as myself) to understand WTF U R sayin’?
Ann, all you need to know is this
And quite apart from the lack of tribute to the Empire, I don’t remember those Iraqis providing a host of captives and hostages to bring up the rear of the post-war procession down the Via Triumphalis to the Circus Maximus.
Speaking of a bill, the president should send Iraq a bill for this war. The money would come from Iraq’s vast oil reserves and be used to reimburse the depleted U.S. Treasury. Even a partial payment would help and demonstrate Iraq’s gratitude beyond mere words.
The Provisional Authority already gave the oil to the western oil companies. So I think the bill should go to the oil companies and not the Iraqis.
I don’t remember those Iraqis providing a host of captives and hostages to bring up the rear of the post-war procession down the Via Triumphalis to the Circus Maximus.
OK, due to budget constrictions, we didn’t hold a triumph on the Via Appia. We got a Hallmark card instead.
Wait! I got it!
What if we made them pay us NOT to invade!?
It would be for their own protection. We could tell them we won’t invade for, say, 10…no, 15% of their GDP
Nice nation you got there. It be a shame if anything were to happen to it.
I miss 120 Minutes.
I miss Night Flight.
LOLWUT?
Seriously. So is he an especially superficial suburban teen, urban denizen, or a club-goers stuck in extended adolescence?
I’m supposed to be besides myself
HOT.
Nice nation you got there. It be a shame if anything were to happen to it.
We could even privatize the whole thing to Doug and Dinsdale, PLC
What if we made them pay us NOT to invade!?
“Nice country youse have heah. Be a shame if sumpin’ were tah happen to it.”
SMUT, you know stuff, has there been any research on precocious puberty and learning, esp the whole window of opportunity with language, music etc?
DAMMIT
FYWP
“Hey, I bruised my hand while I was beating the shit out of you! You need to pay the hospital bill, down to that $35 box of tissues I used one of!”
We could even privatize the whole thing to Doug and Dinsdale, PLC
But only if Dinsdale doesn’t see a giant hedgehog named Spiny Norman.
That nobody has made the rhetorical leap from “Two Stars, One Slot” to “Two Girls, One Cup” dissappoints me greatly.
Slipping, people. Slippppping.
Pop music caters to a niche market
Yes, cuz that’s why it sells so much
What on earth could that word “Pop” be an abbreviation for?
Slipping, people. Slippppping.
Human centipede, a’ight?
That nobody has made the rhetorical leap from “Two Stars, One Slot” to “Two Girls, One Cup” dissappoints me greatly.
I was too busy trying to come up with a DP joke, but good point.
Skipping nimbly over 2girls1cup…
“What on earth could that word “Pop” be an abbreviation for?”
It’s a nickname for “Dad.” It’s limited to Lawrence Welk re-releases.
I have had 30 mg of Percocet and it hasn’t done anything for my pain.
Fucking opiates, how do they work?
Fucking opiates, how do they work?
Not well, apparently. Have you taken an advil too?
Duelling Pandas?
Not well, apparently. Have you taken an advil too?
I’m allergic to aspirin and ibuprofen.
There’s another NSAID floating around here that I’ve taken, but it doesn’t seem to do much, either. I’d take some Tylenol, but the Percocet already has acetaminophen in it.
He did prescribe some muscle relaxers, which have helped with the pain that was radiating out to my knee and toes, but the injury itself is still really painful.
I’m allergic to aspirin and ibuprofen
Kids these days…allergic to this, and that, and that too…when i was a lad, we weren’t allergic to anything, and if we were, we walked it off.
Kids these days…allergic to this, and that, and that too…when i was a lad, we weren’t allergic to anything, and if we were, we walked it off.
It’s pretty hard to walk off hives the size of quarters all over your body.
Those allergies only developed within the last three years or so, actually. So weird.
It’s pretty hard to walk off hives the size of quarters all over your body.
Or choking to death on your own uvula like I did, twice. My allergy to eggs is life threatening at times.
It’s pretty hard to walk off hives the size of quarters all over your body.
Lass, I walked off a baseball bat to the head after I ran thru a hive of killer bees. In the snow. In 95 degree heat. Uphill both ways!
It’s pretty hard to walk off hives the size of quarters all over your body.
Did you try rubbing some dirt on it?
Or choking to death on your own uvula like I did, twice. My allergy to eggs is life threatening at times.
Oh, yeah, I forgot you had that allergy. Ugh.
My allergy to peanuts is pretty mild, but I avoid them anyway because I’m worried they’ll try to kill me someday.
Wait–NEARLY choking to death, I should say. I was saved by having a plastic tube jammed down my throat and a series of ephinephrine (sic?) shots. One of those times I was close to dying, according to the hospital staff that saved my ass.
Did you try rubbing some dirt on it?
That has only worked when I broke my dick.
One of those times I was close to dying, according to the hospital staff that saved my ass.
Bah!
I’ve been dead like three times already in my lifetime but you don’t see it scaring ME off, do you?
has there been any research on precocious puberty and learning, esp the whole window of opportunity with language, music etc?
Ah, I see what you’re getting at there. But the doctrine of a critical period for language doesn’t say that grammar acquisition stops at puberty, only that it has to start before then. I am not wholly convinced by the doctrine but that’s a whole nother kettle of red herrings.
Can’t think of any specific research but I am not a developmental psychologist. OK, maybe I am, but only at the infant-attachment end of development.
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Also, has Thomas forgotten that Iraqis have already contributed $23 billion, in the form of the Development Fund for Iraq? (placed in escrow by the UN at the beginning of the war, nominally for the reconstruction of their country, handed to the CPA and never seen again).
My allergy to peanuts is pretty mild, but I avoid them anyway because I’m worried they’ll try to kill me someday.
Peanuts. Eggs. Ibuprofen. Aspirin. Gluten.
Good grief, lady! Maybe we should ask what you are NOT allergic to!
Doing some foilers should make those percs kick in.
Did you try rubbing some dirt on it?
No, too much Benadryl and a 12 hour nap seemed to work okay, though.
Take another one. Seriously.
If they’re just 30mg tabs, you can take up to three at a whack and be okay (Oxycontin is similar, but contains anywhere from 70something to 90something mgs of oxycodone, which is the key ingredient in both Oxy and perc).
Granted, the “cet” in the equation (acetaminophen, my favorite analgesic) can cause some issues with prolonged use, but for a short time you should be all good. Sleepy and maybe goofy, but all good.
You can also ask for Vicodin for breakthrough pain, or just call your doctor and tell them it ain’t working. If he’s not a douche, he should hit ya up with something else (though you may need to take in the percs you have left, depending on how stringently they follow the law).
YMMV etc. etc. etc.
REMEMBER: I’m not really a doctor. I just play one on the Internet. So if you OD and die, I’ll have a major, incredibly, gigantic sad … but I can’t be sued.
Percoset is worse than useless. I was given it for migraines once, all it did was distract me a little from the pain until it wore off, at which point the headache was still there but I couldn’t take anything for it.
Those allergies only developed within the last three years or so, actually. So weird.
I always was mildly allergic to eggs. When I hit about 23 or so, that’s when it got potentially fatal. That first time I had to go to the hospital was SO scary. I could NOT breath at all for about about 10 minutes. I really had embraced dying at that point. All the stories about a feeling of calm coming over you, or visions, etc…all complete bullshit. I was in a state of sheer terror and panic.
Granted, the “cet” in the equation (acetaminophen, my favorite analgesic) can cause some issues with prolonged use
Hang on…how long is long term? And what about Cetaphil lotion?
Good grief, lady! Maybe we should ask what you are NOT allergic to!
I’m not allergic to eggs. THANK GOD. I outgrew that allergy as a baby.
Also: dairy, pork, beef, yeast…I still eat that stuff, though, because it’s not that bad.
Oh, and penicillin.
I was in a state of sheer terror and panic.
See? You werent dying! They say you have a state of calm come over you…
Also: dairy, pork, beef, yeast…I still eat that stuff, though, because it’s not that bad.
Oh, and penicillin.
So no meat, no bread, no nuts…how’s that grass diet working for ya?
You and my wife need to get together some time. She’s okay with eggs, gluten, and peanuts, but can’t even touch ibu or aspirin.
What’s really weird is that, without Allegra, she just breaks out in hives. Like, automatically and within a day of missing a dose.
Weird.
The only things I’m allergic to are work and Teh Stoopid.
What’s really weird is that, without Allegra, she just breaks out in hives. Like, automatically and within a day of missing a dose.
I developed “seasonal” allergies just after 9/11.
I’m convinced the government released something in the air or via bug bite, because I went from having zero allergies to anything to ringing a fucking jackpot on all my skin tests.
You can also ask for Vicodin for breakthrough pain, or just call your doctor and tell them it ain’t working. If he’s not a douche, he should hit ya up with something else (though you may need to take in the percs you have left, depending on how stringently they follow the law).
Well, I called him this morning (Actually, I called the nurse and left three messages until I got pissed and pulled some strings and had him call me directly), and he just increased my dosage. I had 5/325 and he increased it to 10/325.
And, yeah, the acetameniphen worries me more than anything, especially since I have been treating the pain with that and alcohol because the Percocet hasn’t been working.
I don’t even feel loopy, really. I thought I was yesterday, but I think I was just tired. And a little drunk.
So no meat, no bread, no nuts…how’s that grass diet working for ya?
You’re trying to get me to say that I eat a lot of nuts, aren’t you?
It’s a good thing I’m not a vegetarian anymore.
a series of ephinephrine (sic?) shots.
‘epinephrine’ Wild shit. Essentially adrenaline. B.P. 290/240! Heart rate 174! That’s what I recall hearing in the E.R. when there were six people holding me down – make that “trying to hold me down”
the “cet” in the equation (acetaminophen, my favorite analgesic) can cause some issues with prolonged use
For values of “some issues” that include “total liver failure”.
I think it’s less just the term and more the dosage-plus-term kind of thing.
But after 5 years of taking percs and other various ceet-infused pills, my doc suggested I just switch to morphine.
It does a better job with the pain, and doesn’t make me clinically insane. (There’s a year I was on the oxy that I don’t remember … at all; almost lost my job, apparently.)
I have been treating the pain with that and alcohol because the Percocet hasn’t been working.
Um, alcohol interferes with the Percocet…
You’re trying to get me to say that I eat a lot of nuts, aren’t you?
Me? Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooo…yes
What’s really weird is that, without Allegra, she just breaks out in hives. Like, automatically and within a day of missing a dose.
Yeah, she’s probably mildly allergic enough to stuff that it hurts her cumulatively. Immune systems are weird…it’s taken me a while to figure out what my threshold is and how many diet-related allergens I can expose myself to until the discomfort is worse than the enjoyment I get from eating those foods.
There’s a year I was on the oxy that I don’t remember … at all; almost lost my job, apparently
I miss the eighties.
Methinks those aren’t allergies …
And while The Mrs has allergies, the hives are something else — I can’t recall what — that occur no matter the season. The Allegra is the one and only thing that stops them.
So glad The Boy doesn’t have the same issues …
yet.
But the doctrine of a critical period for language doesn’t say that grammar acquisition stops at puberty, only that it has to start before then.
Yes, but heck, I didn’t start taking music lessons before 7, and there are girls reaching puberty that early now. There are definitely brain changes that take place, it seems terribly unwise to dick around with the long juvenile period we evolved without figuring out what the heck it means for our brains. I did find a mention of the issue by Sandra Steingraber, but she’s an ecologist rather than a neurologist.
Also, DO NOT DRINK ALCOHOL WITH ACETAMINOPHEN.
Um, alcohol interferes with the Percocet…
It’s contraindicated, but it doesn’t affect the efficacy. It just compounds the depressant effects and is bad for your liver.
Um, alcohol interferes with the Percocet…
♪ In the most delightful way ♬
Srsly, you on the label where it says not to take it with alcohol? WORST ADVICE EVER! Opiates and alcohol – two great drugs that go great together!
DO NOT DRINK ALCOHOL WITH ACETAMINOPHEN
Doubling the toxicity and all.
You are all being punished for being sinners, having dirty physical bodies, & so forth.
Get right w/ Gawd & all your problems will go away.
I’m out of alcohol, anyway, except some triple sec.
I apparently missed the eighties.
Fixt for verisimilitude.
choking to death on your own uvula
Sounds so much dirtier than it really is.
First concert – John Barleycorn and the Varlets, c. 1323, the ‘Hey-Nonny-Nonny’ tour, York Municipal Stadium and Plague Victim Incineration Facility.
There are definitely brain changes that take place, it seems terribly unwise to dick around with the long juvenile period we evolved without figuring out what the heck it means for our brains.
I was under the impression that the main contributor to earlier onset of puberty was not so much the œstrogen analogs in our diet, as the
betterhigher-calorie diet, full stop.Quickly skimming Trainor’s 2005 review article on critical periods and musical development, I read
“It remains unknown as to whether there is a critical period for the acquisition of harmonic structure, although it has been reported that it is much easier to teach after the age of 8 years than before that age”.
‘epinephrine’ Wild shit. Essentially adrenaline. B.P. 290/240! Heart rate 174! That’s what I recall hearing in the E.R. when there were six people holding me down – make that “trying to hold me down”
It made me incredibly sleepy, yet buzzing as if on meth. It was wild shit. But it dried out that gunk that was contributing to the breathing problem. They didn’t have to hold me down. The extended period without oxygen was holding me down all on its own. That was a miserable fucking day.
I have read that increased obesity is thought to be a major factor.
I was thinking more about physical performing, and my understanding is one is unlikely to become virtuosic unless learning to play an instrument begins before puberty. This isn’t my area of expertise(obviously!), but it is an interest, so thanks for the pointers.
Well, it’s way too late, but you made me figure it out:
Fabulous Flippers, Cobblestone Ballroom, Storm Lake Ia, ’65 or ’66.
Sounds so much dirtier than it really is.
I know, right? They told me that, and I was like “What the fux a uvula?”. Then they brought the whole friggin staff in from the entire hospital to have a look at an exaggerated case of …whatthefuckyacallit. I’m too lazy for the google today and I ate so much Mongolian bbq for lunch that I may have destroyed a brain lobe or two. Ana-somthing shock.
anaphylactic
one is unlikely to become virtuosic unless learning to play an instrument begins before puberty
Puberty = DISTRACTIONS.
I didn’t think you could be virtuosic before puberty. Legally, anyway.
Tuba dreams DASHED.
Oook and Oooketts. Big Cave near bone pile.
Mega-grunting when Oook held up stick with fire.
Puberty = DISTRACTIONS.
One hopes.
Tuba dreams DASHED.
Must be an extra tough instrument. Can’t really march w/ it before puberty, yet can’t get that embouchere going post-p.
unless learning to play an instrument begins before puberty
Does “playing the fool” count?
“Tuba dreams DASHED”
THAT is funny.
Tuba […] Must be an extra tough instrument. Can’t really march w/ it before puberty
Should have stuck to the cello lessons.
you see, nothing happened for real ’til after she was born.
Sooo, Israel doesn’t actually exist, then? Nifty!
No, I’d guess that means Israel has ALWAYS existed.
My first rockity concert:
Joe Jackson
Back when he rocked! “Look Sharp!” era. Spring or summer. I was in 7th or 8th grade. He was at an amusement park, of all places. And he did rock. It was damned good.
Later saw a late, diluted version of The Clash.
Concert that was one of the best ever by a national act was the DK’s, Syracuse, 1985.
Saw Black Flag in Buffalo, later in the 80’s, yawn. They were “heavy” by that point. Yawn.
A very memorable, very sweaty, very fire-code-violatey Butthole Surfers concert in a the basement of tavern in New Brunswick, NJ.
Bo Diddley and a very sick Mojo Nixon in Rochester, NY. Mojo gave his all, while sick as a dawg.
I stop now.
Maybe we should start nailing Iraqi heads to tables?
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Interviewer: And you don’t bear him a grudge?
Stig: A grudge! Old Dinsy. He was a real darling.
Interviewer: I understand he also nailed your wife’s head to a coffee table. Isn’t that true Mrs O’ Tracy?
Mrs O’ Tracy: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(View of Mrs. O’ Tracy with coffee table nailed to her head.)
Stig: Well he did do that, yeah. He was a hard man. Vicious but fair.
(Cut back to vince)
Interviewer: Vince, after he nailed your head to the floor, did you ever see him again?
Vince: Yeah…..after that I used to go round his flat every Sunday lunchtime to apologise and we’d shake hands and then he’d nail my head to the floor.
anaphylactic</i
As opposed to analphylactic which is a rubber ballon shoved up your bunghole for sex protection.
That’s right. That said “ballon”, not “balloon” The missing “o” is the butthole.
I apparently missed the eighties.
Fixt for verisimilitude.
Well, duh! Why do you think I miss them? Because I missed them!
I had to re-read the first sentence in this post. When I read “two stars, one slot” my warped brain thought – “Two girls, one cup”