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uh oh. Has the idea of neutrality for you faded away?
What's that they gave you to eat? Colored toothpicks?
You know lonely and somewhat vulnerable and it makes me horny.
Ann,The picture reminds me of a song, Elanor Rigby. You look plaintive, as if you were back in Madison and wondering what you were going to do now that summer is approaching. Or maybe you are disappointed that Mother's Day is ... just another day, except it's on a Sunday.I know that many moms, mine included, secretly (or not so) dread today. For the same reasons I dread Fathers Day.
The audacity of EmilyWho never expected hope to ask a crumb of her.Sweet illusion. Such temerityThe Age of Compassion has quite kicked out the door.
Passive aggressiveness is called for on Mother's Day.
Why do you think I look lonely? If I'm alone, who's taking the photograph???
If it's worth saying, it's worth repeating, mom used to say.If it's worth saying, it's worth repeating.
That's easy. Canera is balanced on a stack of Obama books.
And my book is obviously the one under my hand, not the book facing the other side of the table.
"Singled Out: How Singles are Stereotyped, Stigmatized, and Ignored, and Still Live Happily Ever After"
I didn't say you were alone-just thought you looked lonely.I am always alone (except for sex) but never lonely.I love being alone, single and on my own.Alone is a weird word-it just looks funny when you look at the word.
Fear not fellow republicans.That is not Althouse reading that commie garbage. It is the American hater she is dining with. Everything is ok, take a deep breath.
When my kids were litte, and as Mother's day approached, my wife would request that I take the kids out the whole day, maybe hiking, to a ball game, or on long drive to shop somewhere, then have dinner out, so she could stay home and enjoy a full day of peace and quiet. Then as Father's day approached, my wife would offer a suggestion that it would be great for me to get out of the house and relax for the whole day. Maybe I would enjoy taking the kids along with me, so we could have fun together, like hike, go to a ball game, or on a long drive to shop, then have dinner with them afterward.The audacity.
And my book is obviously the one under my hand, not the book facing the other side of the table.That doesn't explain the RACIST TOOTHPICKS!!!
Colored toothpicks?DENTIST!!!!Why do you think I look lonely? If I'm alone, who's taking the photograph???Lonely vs alone
Ann Althouse-You know you are dealing with guys who think you are eating colored toothpicks?And Mort if you are making fun of yourself good show.
Are you seeing colored toothpicks, guys?That's the most interesting "detail"?Lawyers or lawyer types,jeez!
Like motherhood, marriage is way overrated.
Obviously you don't want any one to see that you are reading Ryan Seacrest's autobiography and that is why you are covering it up. Well played.
So what IS the title of the book you're trying to hide?
You know it would be good if it was Serpico but it ain't.
Maybe it's about the first Ryan Seacrest-Soupy Sales.
White is sugar. Blue is Nutrasweet. Yellow is Splenda. Pink is Sweet-n-Low. (Latter two may be switched.)
Actually the book is “The Audacity of Hope Lange” which is the sad story of how she feel hopelessly in love with Charles Nelson Reilly during the filming of the Ghost and Mrs. Muir. But it was a love that was not to be. It’s the professor’s bible for dealing with Titus.
"So what IS the title of the book you're trying to hide?"I told you! It's "Singled Out: How Singles are Stereotyped, Stigmatized, and Ignored, and Still Live Happily Ever After"
Palladian got it.
When I met him on the first day of filming I feel madly, deeply, endlessly in love with Charles. The cleft in his chin. His curly hair. The silk scarves he wore on the show and the feathered boa he wore home. His two rare clumbers. I knew I could change him. I knew he could be mine. I was young. I was bold. I was audacious. Nothing could stand in my way.(The Audacity of Hope Lange, Simon & Schuster 1972)
I think you are right about the book, but what about the hockey puck? Ann, are you sitting across from Artem Anisimov?
As ravishing as you look Ann, with your politically-correct reading material, African-American toothpicks, and the riotous Brooklyn buildings framing you......I still want to know who that cute guy behind you is!!Did you talk to him? Or better yet, get his number??*prays: please let him not be a gay law student, please let him not be a gay law student*Cheers,Victoria
I tried to socialize with Charles so I could let him know the depth of my feelings for him in subtle non-threatening way. I often invited him out for dinner and drinks, but he always rushed home after we filmed the show. He lived in a strange community in the Hollywood Hills in which every house was shared by a sophisticated star of drawing room comedies and a cowboy icon. There was Cary Grant and Randolph Scott. Paul Lynde and Fess Parker. And of course Charles lived with Dan Blocker, Bonanza’s Hoss Cartwright.(The Audacity of Hope Lange, Simon & Schuster 1972)
"*prays: please let him not be a gay law student, please let him not be a gay law student*"He is cute, I like the beard. Heh. Gay bookish Brooklynite with a 'beard'.And they are NOT toothpicks! What is wrong with you people! It's a box of sugar and sweetener packets: (counter-clockwise from lower left) Sweet & Low, Splenda, Equal, Domino Sugar, and 'Sugar In The Raw'.Oh, and do not eat Splenda. It's evil.
She loved the ultimate challenge, she lived to tie him up tie him down...The Road to Titusville
He is cute, I like the beard. Heh. Gay bookish Brooklynite with a 'beard'.He looks like a young Hugh Laurie, which does things to me. Very disturbing things.Good catch on the sugar packets. Being a Domino Dot girl, it flew right past me.Cheers,Victoria
Of course I'm talking about myself..I'm ready for my close-up!And seriously speaking of hockey pucks-my game is a bout to start.Flyers Suck!
I knew I had to make a move. I had to be bold. I had to be audacious. So one day I invited him to lunch in my trailer. He knocked on the door and I told him to come in. He was wearing a smoking jacket that matched his beautiful eyes. And he had his two rare clumbers. He came in the trailer and sat on the couch. I came out from behind the door of the bedroom. I was naked. He screamed. His dogs yelped in fear. All three of them urinated on the floor. I was devastated.(The Audacity of Hope Lange, Simon & Schuster 1972)
But why would they name something evil "Splenda?" If it were evil, they'd name it something like "Dullo."And if you take a close look at the bearded guy, it's obvious that he's praying while outlining his strategy for wooing, wedding, and having the babies of the road-bumped beauty he's been desperately seeking throughout Brooklyn. Hey bearded guy with your goofy shoes up on the table leg -- get on the internet! She right here!
Barbara Feldon ``Living Alone and Loving It : A Guide To Relishing the Solo Life'' is a lot smaller.Every chapter filled with hidden disappointment and things to do, but if you've been a model and then an actress the marriage role is pretty hard to find an opposite for, I guess.Though she managed it pretty well in Get Smart. What's the opposite of method acting?
What's the opposite of method acting?Living.
By the way, if only I had a nickel for all the times people have come up to me and said, "Meade, even though you're about as old as John McCain, you are a dead ringer for a young Hugh Laurie, I'd have as many nickels as I already have from people who say to me, "Run out of your meds again, Meade? Here, here's a nickel."
Meade, even though you're about as old as John McCain, you are a dead ringer for a young Hugh Laurie,Rrrr! Anyway, I favour older men. But back to Ann. Okay, Ann, listen. That photo of you is genuinely outstanding. Such a sexy pose, looking as if something has caught your fancy to the side and all.But PLEASE spare us portraits with the fisheye. Your hand looks like Jackie Robinson's baseball mitt. Still, I suppose without it you never would've caught the hotty with the totty to the side.Cheers,Victoria
Splenda's not evil. Like most foodstuffs and all drugs, dosage is everything. And for people with metabolic disorders, it's safer than sugar.Lovely photo, Ann. I love the slight distortion that lens yields at close range.
I ran screaming from the double-wide-a tangle of leashes intertwined with my boa. The feathers were flying-something had come home to roost. My Delman's wanted to stay behind but I could not let them. I hit the curb, and one escaped I knew she would hunt me down with it.I was her Prince-er ess-I'm confused.I knew all the Molton Brown products in the world would not be enough to clean the image seared, seared in my brain..I would have to do hours of time in in my sweaty ashwanta doubled over in Downward Dog.The Life of Riley-I am Titus! Madonna Press 2008
Rashomon, my sweet.
1. I put my hand on the book because I wanted the fisheye lens to make it look comically large.2. In my hand is the somewhat unusual lens cap that fits over the fisheye lens.3. Palladian got the book right, but I'm not reading it because I bought it to find out stuff about the single life. I'm reading it because the author sent it to me after I blogged about an article about it and now I'm going to be doing a Bloggingheads with her and I've got to plan some good questions. 4. The guy in the background has a law casebook and is therefore probably a law student. 5. The food came a few minutes later. I had a a large latte and a salami and provolone baguette. It was delicious!6. I was looking at a rare clumber, and I have the photograph to prove it.
And so our love was not to be. I quit the series heartbroken and alone. I married Charles Bronson and moved to the crime laden streets of New York City in the 1970’s. It was a terrible decision. I was attacked one night downtown by a deranged lad who screamed that I was a homophobic bitch who thought I could cure and change him. But that is another story.(The Audacity of Hope Lange, Simon & Schuster 1972)
"It's a real good chocolate cake. Duncan Hines' devil's food. Real good."
I'm reading it because the author sent it to me after I blogged about an article about it and now I'm going to be doing a Bloggingheads with her and I've got to plan some good questions. Suggested question: 12 D batteries. That gets kind of expensive, huh?
He looks like a young Hugh Laurie, which does things to me.Ah, you're into the Bertie Wooster types, are you?
Paddy wrote:Ah, you're into the Bertie Wooster types, are you?Let's see, Laurie is the son of a medical doctor from Oxfordshire who won an Olympic gold medal. He's an Old Etonian and was up at Cambridge. He plays the piano and cricket like a young god, and though he shoots 9 months out of the year in the US, has never had a Hugh Grant scandal attached to his name, having been married only once.So he's pretty much perfect, Paddy.(Except my dad was a Wykehamist and our family are all Oxonians, so we hate Eton and Cambridge with all our soul)BTW, I've never watched "House".Ann wrote:4. The guy in the background has a law casebook and is therefore probably a law student. Can I pick 'em or what!Unfortunately, he does look a little gay. I think he's drinking Tazo chai.Cheers,Victoria
Victoria,Good call on the hand. The fisheye makes it look like Althouse is really an alien in disguise. Not just a man-hand but an alien hand. She also has the only 4 fingers just like Lisa Simpson.Althouse - please be more careful.
OK, bitches, enough with comparing me to Charles Nelson Reilly.The nerve.I have no ascots, boas or ridiculous glasses.I don't have a lisp either and am not effete.I have spent years building my body in order to mask my gayness and have succeeded. How do I know? Easy, I get hot hog.Also, I don't believe Miss Thang has a picture of a rare clumber. Prove it. Where did you see it? I have not run into one in the city, although I don't slumber over to Brooklyn with the rare clumbers so there may be one there. Brooklyn is too far and if I leave my hood I turn into a pumpkin.Also, I start to get hives if I cross a bridge or a tunnel.
And I mostly wear t shirts and jeans with fabulous acoutrements.You can never have too many shoes, belts and watches. They add everything to the ensemble.
I got dissed last night fellow republicans.I was having a three way and one of the guys said he wasn't into white boys.I was like why were you sucking on my hog then?The other guy said at least he called you a boy. So I weighed being called a boy with being dissed and I decided that overall it was a good night. The other guy and I hook up sometimes so I knew him. I tend to parade him around the club and tell him who we will do and not do. I kind of own him for the night. He is a flip and bald and very hot. Being called a boy weighted greater for me than being dissed.How are you?
In praise of parenthood:When a society stops bearing and raising children, it's toast. Relying on schools to instill our values isn't working too well, either. Mark Steyn's book should be a gift for both Mothers and Fathers Days.
Sorry Titus-I'll remember never to hit you in the clumbers.As for Rashomon I expect those kind of reports from the Brooklyn Meet-up.Being called a boy weighted greater for me than being dissed.What you need to do is keep a boom box loaded with-your favorite dance tuneNow my game is really about to start-it sucks being on the Left Coast while dyslexic.
What percentage of a New Yorker's wardrobe is black?I have spent years building my body in order to mask my gayness and have succeeded.And I mostly wear t shirts and jeans with fabulous acoutrements.Kinda working at cross purposes.
As you read Audacity find the page that Frank is mentioned.There's some new news about Obama's mentor Frank, and how he had a father-son type relationship in Hawaii, with none other than a fellow named Frank Marshall Davis, a writer with affiliations in the American Communist Party. There are still some books by Frank Marshall Davis that you can get via Amazon.com.It's amazing what we're learning about this stealth candidate who will probably win the Democratic nomination. Are the Republicans just holding their fire until he wins the nomination?http://www.aim.org/aim-column/obamas-communist-mentor/It's the sort of thing that you usually try to track down and reveal, so I'm just offering it as a tip.Frank Marshall Davis is 80, and still alive. I haven't read all the material. Davis hated Christians and wrote poems about how dumb they are. Who IS Obama?
Thanks Meade for the Vanity 6 Nasty Girl song-love it.I love Vanity's Pretty Mess too."He made such a pretty mess on my dress oohh!"In the 80's Vanity was doing the dirty now she is singing that old time religion.
I am going out tonight fellow republicans.Tea Dance-I am a little late but will make the "tail" end of it.
My Supporters Are RacistCheers,Victoria
Rocean, Ann needed a fisheye to resemble Lisa. I, sadly, need no camera angles to look like Leela everyday. Here I am at the gym.:(
Wow, if you resemble Leela, you're one hot babe! Except for the 4 fingers thing.
"I was looking at a rare clumber..."A clumber spaniel? Thought you were talking about a bird for a second. Better post that pic just in case, for us of the not too hip dog-watchers' clubs.
Ann Althouse has Lisa's fingersThanks to a camera's fisheye,But don't lob her zingers,'Cause Vic las Leela's thighs.Glass houses and all that.Night, Althouse readers!
TAZZA Bakery-Enoteca?And what, we might ask, is an enoteca? An enoteca is an oenothèque! But wait, what is an oenothèque? Lets figure it out; if a discotheque is a record library then an oenothèque would be a wine library. We can expect the place to have a wine bar. <--See? That there is linguistical deduction logic if you like.*Bows deeply* Now that we have it sorted, I'll go tell the queen.
Usually Althouse pix make her appear as though she's just barely containing the laughter. This is no exception.Hey, Victoria's little poem works to the tune of "Bette Davis Eyes"! I'd change it a little to make the meter work better:Her hands are Simpsons goldThanks to camera fisheyeBut VB's never boldVictoria has Leela's thighsShe'll turn the blogging onYou won't have to think twiceShe's pure as Mad'son snowAnd Victoria has Leela's thighsEh. Maybe for the B-side.
So he's pretty much perfect, Paddy.Mmmm...I believe he has admitted to a pre-House extramarital affair.I enjoy his acting and watch House with some frequency.
And what, we might ask, is an enoteca?Well, it's acetone spelled backwards. I'd avoid a bakery with a name like that -- who knows what they put in their fruit fillings.
Well, it's acetone spelled backwardsBefore your pointing this out, I looked up the definition:Definition of Enoteca on the Web:A wine store. Also a place to drink wine, often with small snacks.Sooo....a strange coincident?
OMG, Blake, I love Kim Carnes' ballad and your adaptation! Anyway, I loved B-sides, back when. Duran Duran had "Hungry Like a Wolf" in one, and that's a classic.Thanks!Cheers,Victoria
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