December 13, 2010
This sort of thing happens all the time around here.
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- Joel Bernstein: I know right?
- Rick Neece: Being nice is a dainty way to put it.
- Rick Neece: Hey Cristopher? Who cried “uncle” first, at the end of your ten-year stand-off? To quote my...
- Michael Smith: Ours is the kitchen.
- Amy Mabli: That’s what happens when you give the dogs the bed.
- Deron Bauman: Sweet Jesus.
- Michael Smith: Don’t we all.
- Pam: I have a story coming out soon in a ‘little mag’, Chicago Quarterly Review. An old friend recently...
- Pam: And I thought, somedays, that my work was meaningless…
- Pam: I remember Eggleston at the Art Institute in Chicago a couple years ago. He was elegantly dressed in a dark suit...
- Christopher Walken: Hey Clusterflockers, Realize y’all are hurting. I’ve been a really close friend of my...
- Marco: This works pretty well in mobile, more so in iOS
- Michael Smith: It was not the intent of management to imply all sissies are “namby pamby”. Management was...
- Rick Neece: I take umbrage with the term “namby pamby.” Some sissies are fierce.
- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
Oh, stop! The micro-brewski speakeasy in the basement of my friend’s neighbor’s house is enough.
Wish I lived in your neighborhood.
It’s my Portland friend’s neighborhood I’m talkin’ ’bout — sorry — so for all I know, my friend and his neighbor and Joel and the kilted Santa are whooping it up together tonight.
Socialists.
For all I know, the piping Santa is Luke Neff.
God, I wish I had that kind of talent. I do wear Chacos, but my legs do not look that good in a skirt, nor do I have that kind of balance.
Look me up on facebook!
Yes, Luke, but do you play the pipes?
Only in the metaphorical sense.
“Play the pipes.”