Conversation of the Day
Wednesday, April 25th, 2007 by Dawn SummersF-train: No good?
Me: No, good.
F-train: No! Good.
F-train: No good?
Me: No, good.
F-train: No! Good.
Controversial host says ABC’s offer doesn’t dovetail with her needs.
In unrelated news, Star Jones, laughs her ass off.
I can’t really remember the first time I met Ronnie. In my head, though, he is always sheepishly walking three or four paces behind his brutish older sister.
A mere lad of 8 or 9 with moppish blond hair, being beaten about the head for walking too slow or too fast or talking or breathing. That Karol, she is evil.
Her brother, soooo much better. I used to ask that she leave me Ronnie in her will. But that was before I realized, I didn’t need Karol to leave me her brother, I could just take him!
Which we’ve done.
So, really this post is about my little brother Ronnie.
The last time I mentioned him on this blog I called him “adorably well-raised,” although, I’ve come to the conclusion that he just adorably is.
There’s an innate goodness about young Ron Lad that I’ve yet to see in anyone else.
We play a lot of poker together and comments and situations which would send other people flying across the table to throttle someone, or storming away in huff, Ronnie difuses with a smile and a perfectly worded comment which leaves everyone laughing.
I often say that I’m going to follow him around with a taperecorder to get material for my self-help “Big Book of Ronnie,” which I’m sure will spur a cult movement of “Chill.” There’ll be millions of Ronnieists worldwide wearing baseball caps and saying “buuuudddddy.”
And wouldn’t that just be awesome?
So, happy birthday, young Ron Lad. What are you now, 11? 12?
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What’s the next catchphrase?
When I hear the words Darfur, Sudan and genocide, my brain thinks “blah, blah, blah.”
There’s F-train, who plans to keep his grandma alive forever (funny story, my mom is no longer so much interested in my getting married as much as she wants me to have kids, like immediately) and then there’s Todd Seavey who had me cracking up for a good ten minutes with his personal ad:
Ten Rules for Dating Todd
1. Sane chicks are hot.
Do you often find yourself saying, “Why does everything have to be rational all the time?”
Do you ever end an argument by saying, “Just because it’s more logical doesn’t mean it’s right?”
Do you cry sometimes without knowing why, or without being able to explain why “in words”?
Do you hear voices in your head, whether human or divine?
Do you believe yourself to be “highly intuitive” even when you have been repeatedly proven wrong or have no evidence that your intuited judgments proved to be accurate?
Do you become sullen and uncommunicative when people say things with which you disagree?
Do you sometimes treat innocent others sadistically?
Do you often find yourself using phrases such as “It’s just a really confusing time for me emotionally,” “I’m having trouble thinking lately,” or “Something makes me think they’re all against me, even though they’re being nice”?
Do you think it’s acceptable to have contradictory ideas? Or acceptable to express anger toward people who point out that you have said one thing yet done another? Or acceptable to express anger at others because you have consciously chosen a course of action completely at odds with your main goal and are now suffering for it?
Do you get angry when people “take you at your word,” say, expecting you to show up when you said you would, expecting you to call if you said you’d call, or otherwise expecting you to behave as if you have integrity even in small things?
Do you like to think of yourself as a “zany and offbeat thinker” who defies the usual linear rules of thought?
Do you like to see others suffer when you are having a bad day?
Do you let off steam by picking fights over nothing, even with people who try to seek a compromise with you?
Do you lie in order to avoid conflicts, even though by doing so you increase the odds of a more significant later conflict?
Do you think that a given statement must be true if you “feel strongly” about the underlying issue? (For instance, that God must exist because you feel passionately about religion, or that socialism or welfare-statism must be superior to capitalism as a means of ensuring human happiness because you have cared deeply about socialism or welfare-statism for many years?)
If you answered “yes” to any of these questions, you may be insane and probably shouldn’t date me (I’m sure many of you would hasten to add “I wouldn’t dream of it!” and that’s good — you’re being wise, for once). This is not to say that you are a bad person — you may even be better than average in many ways, or at least better than the average woman — but you are not the sort of reasonable, level-headed, mild-mannered person with whom another reasonable, level-headed, mild-mannered person like myself ought to spend a lot of time.
If you answered “no” to all these questions, there may be hope of us getting along and even building a romantic relationship. But read on and learn the other nine Rules for Dating Todd.
I am definitely not the girl for Todd, though, I read question four and was like “wait…who doesn’t hear voices in their head?” Who tells those people what to do?
He claims his wife is trying to “rewrite history,” and called her actions “homophobia in its worst form.”
“She may not distain [sic] all gay men - but she distains this one,” he snarls. Making it clear he’s taken off the gloves in their venomous public catfight.
That’s right dude. My guess is her hatred is probably singularly directed at the sackless ass who promised to love and honor her till death and instead publicly humiliated her by trotting her out into a news conference to proclaim that he loves cock.
Oh and this whole “she knew I was gay before I married her,” COME ON. Does anyone remember the look on Dina’s face at that press conference? It was like deer in the headlights on acid.
What a douchebag.
It’s stories like this that reinforce my belief that everyone should be entitled to one free murder. Like when you’re born, you get a birthcertificate and a knife to be used in the future when someone just needs killing.
Anytime I see news reports of a death, I think of Mary. She’s like the grim reaperette:-)
That was disappointing. (more…)