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The Weekend Hijack Thread

By Dustin Rowles | Posted Under Miscellaneous | Comments (229)



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Before I let you start your hijacking, first an announcement: AlabamaPink’s New Orleans’ style service will be broadcast on the Internet tomorrow at 4 EST. You can watch it here.

All right. Now a compromise: I will give our wonderful, bored-on-the-weekend Eloquents a playground to piss in here. But 1) I’m going to post it below the weekend reviews, and 2) I ask only that your conversations stay above the waist. And try not to make anyone feel uncomfortable. As they say at Mrs. Pajiba-hyphenate’s alma mater: It’s a safe space.

And to get you started, here’s a trailer for After Last Season, compliments of Ironypants. Your task: Tell me what the hell it means.









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Comments

We can talk about tits, those are above the waist.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 4, 2009 2:45 PM

Oh, thanks a lot, Sunshine, the nipple thing's gonna keep going. Still, I suppose Pajiba often follows my graduate alma mater: I'll find a way or make one.

That said, I'm all about comfort.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 2:51 PM

The synopsis on the website was even more confusing than the trailer. I don't know what it all means and I'm not sure that I want to.

Posted by: The Ross Sea Party at April 4, 2009 3:00 PM

That trailer looks like something out of Tim & Eric's. And I haven't a fucking clue what it's supposed to be about.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 4, 2009 3:05 PM

Slim said "fucking." That's below the waist.

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 3:09 PM

I mean, if you're doing it right.

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 3:09 PM

Not all fucking takes place below the waist..

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 4, 2009 3:12 PM

Above the waist, annnnnnnd try not to make anyone feel uncomfortable? Motherfucka please, my Wednesday night bible study class is dirtier than that Rowles.

Posted by: Pookie at April 4, 2009 3:17 PM

We can talk about tits, those are above the waist.

They're more fun when they're used below my waist, say for pillowfighting the bishop?

Posted by: socalledonlycousins at April 4, 2009 3:24 PM

I need some clarification Rowles, can liquids taken from below the waist be used as a conversation piece for discussions about activities above the waist?

Posted by: Pookie at April 4, 2009 3:26 PM

Okay, above the waist: I got my United Servo Academy Men's Chorus t-shirt in the mail!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ree220FiOEg

I win....or something.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 3:35 PM

If I'm standing on my hands "above the waist" becomes relative.

Posted by: Sofía at April 4, 2009 3:38 PM

Do activities where parts below the waist are maneuvered into a position where they are now effectively above the waist qualify as being below the waist?

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 4, 2009 3:40 PM

*eee* Weekend hijack thread! Thanks, overlords!

Now to get my heinie (oops, that's below the belt--sorry) out of the office and into my home. Later, kids!

Posted by: meaux at April 4, 2009 3:42 PM

Seriously, Dustin. You know better than to put restrictions on the bad kids. It just makes us them work a tiny bit harder to get around the rules. We They live for this kind of shit.

Posted by: Lainey at April 4, 2009 3:43 PM

If you're really tall and hang around with midgets, then this is just kind of anti-calves.

Filty, filthy calves.

Someone lick my calves! Quickly! They're burning up in anticp.

Pation.

Posted by: Bucko at April 4, 2009 4:01 PM

Question Rowles:

What if she starts out above the waist, but goes below the waist for say, 10 minutes, then goes back above the waist, is that within the guide lines?

Posted by: Pookie at April 4, 2009 4:01 PM

Okay, to borrow from Clone High, new rule: no touching below the eyebrows.

Posted by: Lucas at April 4, 2009 4:17 PM

If I'm standing on my hands "above the waist" becomes relative.

Posted by: Sofía at April 4, 2009 3:38 PM

---------------------------------------------------

If you're standing on your hands can I give you a great big hug?

Posted by: Spender at April 4, 2009 4:27 PM

2) I ask only that your conversations stay above the waist.

You HAD to have known what a statement like that would lead to.

Posted by: jM at April 4, 2009 4:36 PM

I ask only that your conversations stay above the waist.

Outside a gravity well, above and below are irrelevant concepts.

Posted by: Steven Lloyd Wilson at April 4, 2009 4:53 PM

Pshaw, you guys are so predictable. In other news, After Last Season is obviously a highly scientific medical documentary about the MRI machine. I believe it focuses on the little known fact that the machines have been know to come to life and murder people. Usually by moving boxes around the room.

Posted by: the_wakeful at April 4, 2009 4:54 PM

Um, I thought the point of a weekend hijack thread was to keep the reviews as "safe spaces".

Here, heaven knows, anything goes!

Posted by: MM at April 4, 2009 4:57 PM

You think I come into the weekend thread completely naked to have a civil conversation?

This is naked time. Don't fuck with my naked time.

Posted by: Bucko at April 4, 2009 5:16 PM

What if you have no waist you insensitive bastard?! 1/2 Price is gonna bust a cap in your tall, waist having ass!

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 5:21 PM

y'all are making me feel uncomfortable.

i'm tellin.

Posted by: gp at April 4, 2009 5:21 PM

Wait, what's the point of naked time if someone doesn't fuck with it, at least a little? Unfucked naked time is just laundry day. That just sucks. Or blows. Wait. Damn. What was the question?

Posted by: slower lower at April 4, 2009 5:23 PM

What if you have no waist you insensitive bastard?!

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 5:21 PM

This has got me thinking, what if...you're just like, a torso and shit, like the guy on the Metallica's One video.

a torso.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 4, 2009 5:29 PM

THE question! The ULTIMATE question!

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 5:30 PM

Or the black knight. "I've had worse. Come back and fight like a man!"

Posted by: slower lower at April 4, 2009 5:34 PM

No one could say "Jesus Christ" quite like the late Graham Chapman. Only John Cleese's "bastard" comes close.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 5:42 PM

*desperately tries to think of a diversion question to take this thread off track but can't. aw, fuck me in the ear ... wait ...*

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 5:44 PM

I may try to keep things above the waist. But damn if the girls don't reserve that for birthdays or anniversaries.

So it's not really my fault.

Can we at least keep things fully frontal?

Posted by: Fredo at April 4, 2009 5:45 PM

formerly bucdaddy, I'm trying to decide whether "fuck me in the ear" breaks Dustin's ground rules or not...I mean, your ear is above the waist, but if it's being fucked, well...you know.... Thoughts?

Posted by: meaux at April 4, 2009 6:00 PM

The question of whether being fucked in the ear is against the rules or not would seem to hinge on what the ear is being fucked with. There are a whole array of options there, toes, knees and the, ahem, appendage, being obviously taboo.

Posted by: Edwina the Magnificent at April 4, 2009 6:14 PM

Good point, Edwina. Magnificent one, even.

Ah, what the hell--let's give formerly bucdaddy the benefit of the doubt and assume he's being finger-fucked in the ear. That's not too dirty, right?

Posted by: meaux at April 4, 2009 6:24 PM

Of course I've had it in the ear before.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 6:26 PM

So, I take it next week's will focus solely on beneath the waist?
Also, how long are these false names lasting? Is this a bandwagon I should be jumping on?
I've been looking into taking suggestions for a new rap name. Optimus Rhyme is apparently taken by some nerd-core group. I want something with pizzaz and sass.
SOMETHING WITH PIZZAS

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at April 4, 2009 6:29 PM

Rowles, the hijacking of a thread was a very natural, beautiful, and spontaneous happening. Because of certain people’s goddamn whining about being offended about every goddamn thing under the sun, this is what we get. A watered down pathetic and sad thread where everyone must suck on the teats of political correctness just to curry favor with the motherfuckin’ bourgeois class.

P.S. So all off you, and you know who you are can suck on my left nut……er sorry, my left nipple.

Posted by: Pookie at April 4, 2009 6:29 PM

Actually, this thread is cracking me up - I love the creativity that restriction breeds (can I say breeds?)

Posted by: Treena at April 4, 2009 6:43 PM

Did you know that "Za" has been added to the official Scrabble dictionary?

I think "fucktard" is next.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 6:44 PM

Hell, worked for Nicholas Meyer and Jack White.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 6:45 PM

Egads...

I actually have social engagements tonight, so I can't play. I guess I'll just have to leave something dirty to remember me by tonight:

Smegma. Wrote a song about it. Like to hear it? Here it goes.

Posted by: The Pink Hulk at April 4, 2009 6:57 PM

I'm shocked that it was you that charged the electrified fence, Pinky. Of course you can't come back now.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 6:59 PM

What? That's above-the-waist conversation for me. It might start below the waist, but trust me, it doesn't end 'til well above the waist.

When asked.

Posted by: The Pink Hulk at April 4, 2009 7:08 PM

Do not go on.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 7:10 PM

I only know how to carry on conversations below the waist. My speaking abilities are limited but I make a lot of new friends.

Carry on.

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 7:22 PM

Just came in from a walk in the brisk evening air, and man, are my nipples hard. It's probably about 55 degr ...

*hears Figgy scream from 2,500 miles away*

Oh, don't start THAT again. Look, we will say "nipple" to you if you do not appease us. You must show us ... your SHRUBBERY!

TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

DR: ", (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy), ten-minute misconduct, commenting below the waist."

fuck

*snatches gloves, skates to penalty box ...*

TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

DR: "You wrote 'snatch' and 'box.' Give him another 10 to think about it."

fuck

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 7:28 PM

And people think I talk outta my ass.

Heyooooo!

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 7:28 PM

Don't wizz on the electric fence, Jay.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at April 4, 2009 7:31 PM

it's no fun hijacking a thread designated for hijacking.

it's like trying to rape the willing.

and by 'willing', i mean 'me'.

and by 'rape', i mean 'rape'.

Posted by: gp at April 4, 2009 7:32 PM

Well, when Ms. rayliota gives a setup like that...


Oh and don't eat that yellow snow.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 7:33 PM

Ace Ventura is my hero, Jay.

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 7:37 PM

Optimus, how about pizza face! Or, eat my pizza! Go on, you like it...

Damn, my cold medicine is making me mean. And gross. I really am a classy girl.

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 7:42 PM

I need someone to eat my pizza, they gave me a free pie and I couldn't even finish half the first one! My Rubbermaid capacity has been pushed to its limit.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 7:54 PM

Mr. Rhyme, may I suggest: MC Stuffed Crust.

What I'm trying to figure out is why we're being chastised by a dude who sometimes compares movies to menstruation and medical examinations.

BSlim, torsos are great, they're easier to handle without all those unwieldly limbs.

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 7:56 PM

Ohhhh the DR's just being wily, I imagine.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 7:58 PM

That's fine, I just want pictures when he smashes into the side of a cliff.

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 8:04 PM

I'm going to dinner with 13 gay cops tonight. Bourbon will be involved.

Discuss.

Posted by: The Pink Hulk at April 4, 2009 8:04 PM

I'm not comfortable discussing my privates around other people. It's a sacred place that only a select few have cast their eyes upon. After all, once they've made their way through my humidity-laden, dense briar patch and bore witness to the twisted wreck of Scarsville... Well, let's just say that the male genit...

Wazzat? Oh. Above the waist, huh? Well yesterday, I mentioned my left nipple opens the garage door across the street and the other one pops when my Hot Pocket's done. I think that about covers my "above the waist"...

Posted by: Skitz at April 4, 2009 8:07 PM

How do I put this.....

Only thirteen?


Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 8:08 PM

Hey, the Hulk likes a baker's dozen. That's just his thing.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 8:15 PM

Jay, don't you tempt me with talk of pizza right now. Words do not describe how destitute I currently am. London is in talks of reinstating the poorhouses solely for my use. I starve. (By, if it's any consolation, my cheekbones will look amazing)

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at April 4, 2009 8:16 PM

Sicilian, with lotsa cheese and meat. Real pizza meat, this place is hardcore.

I was born with these damn cheeks, they'll never go away. Fuckers.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 8:19 PM

Argh. And I am about to lose the $50 I could've won for winning the NCAA Pajibracket Tourney. I was number One! For real. I actually was winning that thing until right now when Michigan State beats whoever I chose. Why didn't I root root root for the home team? This really is a shame.
And if will alone could teleport matter, that pizza would be in my hands. Or else I'd be somewhere in Georgia, crying your name.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at April 4, 2009 8:25 PM

Above the waist? I know I don't always get involved in those, but I was looking forward to some filthy distractions to free my mind from the ever-growing to-do list for that HS theater program I've been talked into co-running. Forsooth, I verily have to direct a Shakespeare themed performance of that awful Taylor Swift song (Love Story? Is that the name? It just gets worse, people) because some students participating in a Shakespeare festival have no interest in acting or Shakespeare.

And someone smashed a giant piece of kitchen counter-top into my jaw today while demoing my kitchen. That was 8 hours ago, it still hurts, and I'm bruised. Not a great weekend.

Posted by: Robert at April 4, 2009 8:31 PM

Good god Robert. You sound like you need some pizza. Makes it all better.

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 8:34 PM

So, Hulk, do you like your bourbon neat, watered down, or on ice?

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 8:37 PM

There is a certain appendage that is not above the waste which seems to fit well in between two protuberances which are above the waist.

That didn't break the rules did it?

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 8:39 PM

Certainly doesn't break my rules.

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 8:42 PM

"So, Hulk, do you like your bourbon neat, watered down, or on ice?"

Or do you prefer it in an oiled tangled mess of arms and legs, sweaty torsos wearing nothing but holsters and thirteen individual "sidearms" being ballyhooed about?

Posted by: Skitz at April 4, 2009 8:44 PM

I wish I could, rayliota. I really do. Too bad I'm crashing for an audition in 10 days where I'm up against some emaciated hipsters. I can't even have some of the delicious, handmade pizza taunting me from the fridge. I'm white knuckling it while running lines and photocopies.

Posted by: Robert at April 4, 2009 8:48 PM

So what ARE we drinking tonight? Or what's otherwise in your hand right now?

(hee-hee)

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 8:52 PM

All you need to do is contract the hideous cold/flu/sinus thing I've got going on right now and you'll drop the weight! My cheekbones are amazing right now! I ate three grapes today and drank a lot of green tea. Feelin awesome.

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 8:56 PM

I have a Seagram's.

Unfortunately, the ginger ale (damned work -- two hours till beer ...).

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 8:56 PM

As soon as the garbage is out, I'm having about four fingers of Jameson... I haven't really eaten anything today either, so it should go down like eight...

Posted by: Skitz at April 4, 2009 9:00 PM

mmm...just cracked a nice Rickard's White ale...

I overdid the chardonnay last night, so I think I'm off wine for a little while.

Posted by: meaux at April 4, 2009 9:02 PM

Weirdly all I've got left in my stash is bourbon. Maybe that will make the pain go away?

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 9:02 PM

Poor ,! Little late to be working on a Saturday, isn't it?

Posted by: meaux at April 4, 2009 9:03 PM

Same as every Saturday, meaux. But it pays well, and still gets me out in plenty of time to hit the bar on the way home.

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 9:07 PM

Ah well, that's the main thing.

Posted by: meaux at April 4, 2009 9:08 PM

What happens if I'm in downward dog - there's pretty much nothing above the waist?

Posted by: Cindy at April 4, 2009 9:16 PM

Ooh, good point, Cindy! From now on, we're all typing in the downward dog position--fair game!

Posted by: meaux at April 4, 2009 9:18 PM

Here we go

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 9:18 PM

And sadly, I must crawl away from this discussion.

Posted by: rayliota at April 4, 2009 9:21 PM

It's not that difficult, and good for you at the same time.

Posted by: Cindy at April 4, 2009 9:23 PM

Hey Pink, you got a web cam?

Posted by: Cindy at April 4, 2009 9:27 PM

Gin & tonic, with an Innis & Gunn chaser. Heaven.

So, considering that I like to wear my pants at about nipple height, I'm not allowed to talk about my luscious abs either.

That's some bullshit right there.

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 9:51 PM

No, no, admin. Remember the downward dog rule--and please, talk away!

Posted by: meaux at April 4, 2009 9:54 PM

I had no idea this thread was here. I must learn to scroll down and actually pay attention.

To keep things on topic:

I made a limeade/chardonnay/limoncello cocktail thingie. It was tart and yummy. But that was for dinner. Now, I'm just drinking water.

Also, in keeping with the "above the waist" rule... I bought some new clothes!!!

Posted by: Kayanne at April 4, 2009 9:56 PM

I have got a six month old sleeping quietly in her crib after yesterday's round of shots had her fussy and up all night. That being said, I am going to crawl into a bottle of wine and laugh at you fuckers for a while. Carry on...

Posted by: legib at April 4, 2009 10:18 PM

Oooh, I have an "above the waist!"

Finally managed to wean my kid, and my milk is GONE! WHOOO!!

... although that means my boobs are gone, too....
*sigh* So long, dear friends, it was a good run while it lasted...

Now to get the hubby drunk enough to impregnate me again, so I can get them back

Posted by: Superfish at April 4, 2009 10:21 PM

Fuck me! My wife just suggested the name Riddick for the baby!

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 10:43 PM

Is this grounds for divorce?

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 10:44 PM

Argh. And I am about to lose the $50 I could've won for winning the NCAA Pajibracket Tourney.
---
I am shocked -- shocked! -- to find gambling going on here.

*holds out hand for WBNS T-shirt*

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's beer time! Laid in a case of Yuengling tall boys yesterday, time to start pounding those puppies.

Hmmmmm ... beer goes in above the waist and comes out below ...

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 10:46 PM

admin, As in "Chronicles of ..."? That's some weird shit there. You know what would be a good name for aa kid? Seven.

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 4, 2009 10:47 PM

Se7en? No. Then she suggests Bruge! It's fucking Bruge! I am so conflicted.

Superfish, boobs are the only reason we are having another kid. My wife thinks it's because she wants one.

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 10:50 PM

Luckily, I am under no such illusion. I think we both know that the only reason we'd have another kid would be for the boobs.

It was the first time in my life I had 'em, and I'll be damned if I let them go that easily! I breastfed my kid for 21 months, and had to live the lie that it was for her health. I just couldn't stand the thought of losing my cleavage... oh, glorious cleavage...

The only problem is having to share them with the kid.

Posted by: superfish at April 4, 2009 11:03 PM

What about Riddick Bruge Admin?

A fine Christian name.

Posted by: JakesAlterEgo at April 4, 2009 11:11 PM

See?

This isn't fair.

I'm into the shapes below the waistline. So we can talk about cleavage but not hips, huh? Speedskaters not allowed, huh?

Poppycock.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 11:21 PM

Cleavage. A good quality name.

Posted by: MrCresosote at April 4, 2009 11:22 PM

Below the waist? Then Kayanne's sandals are totally off-topic.


Joking, I'm joking. I swear.

Posted by: JakesAlterEgo at April 4, 2009 11:24 PM

Mrs. Bullet's pregnancy boobs were great, but the pregnancy sex Was. Off. The. Hook. It was nearly enough to have another kid. Nearly.

Also, sweet tea vodka is the nectar of the gods. It's sweet tea that can get you drunk. It's some incredible, beautiful dream. As soon as somebody comes up with cornbread that makes you lose weight, the world will be nearly perfect.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at April 4, 2009 11:24 PM

Jakes:

That is some fucked up shit right there. Maybe....

Superfish, from day one my kids are on notiice that the boobage is not a gift, it is a loan. They are mine and I reserve the right to repossess at any time.

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 11:25 PM

I think hips should be okay, Jay. It obeys the spirit of the law, if not the letter. Speaking of hips, any girls out there know of a clothing brand that actually acknowledges them? I had to go jeans shopping the other day because I'd worn holes in two of my three pairs. Between too low waist/hip ratios and vanity sizing I almost had an apoplexy. I just want a goddamn pair of pants that fit, people.

Posted by: s. pisaster at April 4, 2009 11:25 PM

As soon as somebody comes up with cornbread that makes you lose weight, the world will be nearly perfect.

Amen to that.

Fuck, now I want cornbread and gumbo.

Thanks Tracer

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 11:28 PM

Hips are innocuous.

Just don't name your kid Hipster, admin.

Posted by: Cindy at April 4, 2009 11:32 PM

Jake, sadly, yes. But no one seems to have gotten the hint about what sorts of new close I've bought.

Y'all have disappointed me.

Posted by: Kayanne at April 4, 2009 11:33 PM

I just want a goddamn pair of pants that fit, people.

I'm not sure it's possible. I can find some that fit through a few washes, and next think I know they're falling down all the time. Or I go to pick up the kid and whee, there goes the butt cleavage.

Posted by: Cindy at April 4, 2009 11:35 PM

You have very nice new bras I hope.

Which is way, way, way too much information to share with people in here.

Posted by: JakesAlterEgo at April 4, 2009 11:35 PM

I just want a goddamn pair of pants that fit, people.

Ma'am, lemme tell you that I sympathize. I got funny legs. Hell, I've got a funny body. If men didn't get the W/L with pants I'd be scrooooowed (not to mention fitted shirts). I'm very sorry you all have that bullshit sizing. Things were fucked up before that American Apparel guy started that arbitrary shit, "what's Medium mean this year?". And THEN all that "low rise" balderdash started. And jeans can just be so lovely on a woman, ya know? But they put all these hurdles in your way.

Sure, Chic says "oh WE'RE designed for women", but why should that be an exception? Is Chic even still around? Jeepers!

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 11:35 PM

Pfft, what do you care? Your abs are luscious anyway.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at April 4, 2009 11:40 PM

Tell me about it! I have to use pig fat and an oversized shoehorn to get into my Wranglers.

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 11:40 PM

"Also, sweet tea vodka is the nectar of the gods."

I'm gonna need a recipe Tracer. It can wait until tomorrow though - I'm drunk enough - it took me twenty minutes to type this far...

Death Proof + Jameson = Happy Skitty*.

(*first person to make a Hello Kitty joke gets a turd on thier driveway...)

Posted by: Skitz at April 4, 2009 11:41 PM

Hips are innocuous.

Oh I don't think so. Sports talk radio is innocuous. Hips are magical.

But I understand your point.

I saw some butt cleavage the other day at work. Man.....you've gotta be aware of what's happening right now with your pants while you're sitting on that chair...you've gotta be feeling the air...but you're not doing anything to correct it.....I am flummoxed and am having to look away, but I'm kinda aghastly rubbernecking too. E-Gad.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 11:41 PM

s. pisaster , girl I know exactly what you mean. I'm blessed with an hourglass and long legs, which makes it kind of hell for finding jeans. If you're looking for a nice trouser leg jean, you could easily find some at your local Gap or Department store. I recently got a kick ass pair on sale at Target on sale. For a great pair of curve loving jeans I've found consistency with jeans from Buckle (they're brand) and Lucky. Yea, they cost more than a pair of Toughskins, but I will wear them forever and still look hot. Bonus feature: they have several different leg lengths so I'm not stuck with high waters.

*sigh* I love my ass and legs in my jeans.

Posted by: Kayanne at April 4, 2009 11:43 PM

Death Proof + Jameson = Happy Skitty*.

See? Those jeans on Zoe Bell? Nothing skanky about it, there's nothing that's revealing, and she looks AMAZING. And I'm sitting there in the theater (several times), thinking "I wanna produce Action-Packed Babies with you, if you'll have me". That....is a woman.

I'm sorry, I'm totally going out of DR's bounds. I just appreciate jeans and Zoe Bell a lot.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 11:45 PM

"And to get you started, here’s a trailer for After Last Season, compliments of Ironypants. Your task: Tell me what the hell it means."

It means that Mark Region (Director/Producer) needs to ask for his money back from whatever piece of shit film school he went to because I've seen 5-year-olds make better movies using finger paint and their own excrement.

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 4, 2009 11:46 PM

Going bra shopping this weekend, and I can't wait!

If any of you find pants designed for women with hips, let me know - I'm at the point where I have to buy pants that are about 2-3 inches too big in the waist just so they fit the hips, and then take the waist in on my handy-dandy sewing machine. Way too much work.

Damn my genes, and my jeans!

Posted by: Superfish at April 4, 2009 11:47 PM

You have very nice new bras I hope.

Jake, they're awesome! Although I found out I'd been cheating myself out of a cup, which has left me conflicted.

Posted by: Kayanne at April 4, 2009 11:48 PM

Toughskins?!

Oh, Jesus.

You're taking me back to those days of "Husky" or "Student".

"Husky".

Fat Kid.

Are these the same brand of Toughskins, Kayanne? From Sears?

Wheeeeere would I be without Dickies? Especially after Savane fucked with their khakis. They were like permanently on sale at Rich's and Macy's, I could just pick 'em up and buy them without trying them on. They added this faux-button malarkey along the waistline and.....heartbreaking. My Curious George (in space) pocket watch doesn't fit on Dickies belt loops though, sadly.

Cabernet Sauvignon, if you were wondering.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 11:49 PM

aka Sasha Pierced Nipples

I asked a girl a few years ago "do they set off the metal detectors in airports?"

She had them, you see.

But she said it wasn't really a problem.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 11:51 PM

Should I have said hip talk, maybe?

I definitely know if the air is hitting the cleavage (above or below the waist) so I can't understand about people flashing their parts and not knowing. Maybe they're fulfilling that little exhibitionist thing.

Posted by: Cindy at April 4, 2009 11:51 PM

Superfish man, that's exactly my problem. And it's so hit and miss...I bought two pairs at target that're the same size and style but different washes, and one fits well enough in the waist I can get away without a belt or alterations, but the other requires an industrial strength belt to keep it in the vicinity of my waist. Also, apparently I now wear a size smaller than I used to, though I'm pretty sure I haven't been shrinking.

Posted by: s. pisaster at April 4, 2009 11:52 PM

Husky was a word that has only ever been used to describe kids who are sad in grammar school.

Posted by: JakesAlterEgo at April 4, 2009 11:52 PM

You people talk about butt cleavage like it's a bad thing. You people are dirty commies.

Skitz,, 1) Go to the liquor store 2) Go to vodka aisle 3) Buy a fifth of Jeremiah Weed's Sweet Tea Vodka 4) Apply liberally.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at April 4, 2009 11:52 PM

Wheeeeere would I be without Dickies?

I first thought you were talking about those things that pretend to be shirts but are not. Do they even still have those things - and what the fork?

Posted by: Cindy at April 4, 2009 11:53 PM

In response to MrCreosote's suggestion, my wife has suggested a certain part of the female anatomy which rhymes with Skittimis.

Divorce averted.

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 11:53 PM

I think to truly hijack this thread we need to go against the expectations of Mr. Rowles.

People, I propose we entertain ourselves by staying on the topic of "After Last Season" as much as possible.

For example, I think this film is an allegory for the demise of film review websites.

By the way, I would totally do above-the-waist stuff with the intern. Like, in the ear kinda stuff.

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 4, 2009 11:54 PM

s. pisaster - for jeans, here are two options: on the more expensive side, there is joe's jeans whose "honey" or "muse" fits are good. for the lesser expensive, gap's doing really well and not as many of their jeans are super lowrise anymore. i love jeans and had been hated the period of time where everything was so lowrise that nothing fit right.

jay- you have to be aware of the butt cleavage when you are sporting, so that person knew you were rubbernecking.. and liked it.

Posted by: legib at April 4, 2009 11:54 PM

Jay, they are from Sears, but I've never worn them. I just remember my folks and teachers talking about them being awful. I consider them the Maypops of jeans.

Posted by: Kayanne at April 4, 2009 11:55 PM

Husky was a word that has only ever been used to describe kids who are sad in grammar school.

What do you think I was talking about?

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2009 11:56 PM

@Jay

I thought you were writing a biography of me.

Posted by: JakesAlterEgo at April 4, 2009 11:57 PM

Jay, how dare you ask me about pierced nipples. Granted, they are above waste. But nipples were already discussed yesterday. And I ask that you stay on point.

I am trying to have a serious discussion about After Last Season.

Oh, and I'm a dude who is using the name and nickname of Beyonce Knowles to make fun of Dustin. So ask Kayanne, or Cindy, or Pink Hulk questions about pierced nipples.

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 4, 2009 11:58 PM

I thought the clip was about a bunch of people in a hospital, waiting for someone to be operated upon or go through some medical procedure. And while they waited, they daydreamed together.

Posted by: Cindy at April 4, 2009 11:59 PM

When did this turn into a pants party?

Fine; I can't find jeans that will fit my waist and my thigh that don't look like I've taken a giant dump in them.

Posted by: admin at April 4, 2009 11:59 PM

yeesh, just read the last sentence of my last post. probably crawled a little too far into the wine tonight. basically, what i meant was this: there's no way that you can see someone's butt cleavage without that person knowing it's on display. so if you see a girl with really lowrise jeans showing off her crack, she's doing it on purpose.

whew, that was tough.

Posted by: legib at April 4, 2009 11:59 PM

You've got to build up your ass, admin.

Posted by: Cindy at April 5, 2009 12:00 AM

My little brother has pierced nipples. I'm pretty sure he cried when the needle went through. Surprisingly, he's not gay.

Posted by: s. pisaster at April 5, 2009 12:01 AM

admin

It's always the thighs that fuck everything up.

Posted by: JakesAlterEgo at April 5, 2009 12:02 AM

not to get off of the topic of jeans, butt cleavage and pierced nipples, but i am playing on ITunes right now.. does anyone have any suggestions on new music that i should check out?

Posted by: legib at April 5, 2009 12:02 AM

Cindy, I assure you, I have plenty of ass. It's tight. My problem is that I have gigantic thighs to go with all that ass.

Posted by: admin at April 5, 2009 12:03 AM

You aren't the only ones with problems, girls. Men's clothes assume men are either big and fat, short and fat or tall and skinny. Years of weight lifting and naturally big, round ass (and fine birthing hips) means that all the suave threads I want to wear don't fit. I'm to the point of just buying pants that fit my legs and ass and just having them altered to fit in the waist. Buying suits is a colossal clusterfuck.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at April 5, 2009 12:03 AM

how dare you ask me about pierced nipples

I didn't.

I don't much keep up with what the young people are listening to these days, legib. I like the new Franz Ferdinand album though.

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 12:04 AM

Wait!!!!!

When did I get my nipples pierced!?!?

Posted by: Kayanne at April 5, 2009 12:05 AM

Buying suits makes me look like a box.

It is slightly annoying.

Posted by: JakesAlterEgo at April 5, 2009 12:05 AM

oh jay, i am not a "young people" in the least...

Posted by: legib at April 5, 2009 12:05 AM

Hey, I've got an ass and hips too (and men's clothes assume you don't). And stumpy legs.

Scrooooowed.

Again, the boxy Dickies are all that keep me afloat (though they can kinda show you off too).

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 12:06 AM

Cindy, this isn't Stockton Community College here. Give me some real analysis, dammit. Dustin won't appreciate us being flippant.

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 5, 2009 12:08 AM

On a side note on the jeans thing, Matt stole all my pairs (aside from the sacred three that actually mostly fit) when I left for California because they fit him better than they fit me.

Posted by: s. pisaster at April 5, 2009 12:09 AM

Now that's weird, Ms. pisaster. Get that guy to get all rectangular like me and you won't have that problem.

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 12:11 AM

Sorry L.O.V.E, that's all I've got at this hour. Unless maybe they were all on acid.

Kids dull the brain, you know.

Posted by: Cindy at April 5, 2009 12:12 AM

Wait!!!!!

When did I get my nipples pierced!?!?

Posted by: Kayanne at April 5, 2009 12:05 AM

Details, details.

The thoughts that go on between my ears is none of your concern.

But since you brought it up, go ahead and talk about pierced nipples. Just tie it to the film, for crying out loud.

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 5, 2009 12:12 AM

unfortunately with clothing the only thing to do is dress the widest/largest part of you (ass, hips, thighs) and alter everything else to fit. nothing is actually intended to come off the rack and fit anyone (unless you are the smallest "model" size). i worked for a large clothing line for several years (in menswear) and was horrified to find out that they acknowledged the fact that 20 separate size 36X32 pants would not fit the same way. nor did they care.

Posted by: legib at April 5, 2009 12:12 AM

Men who steal pants from women need a beating and a goddamn sandwich. Skinny-ass goddamn freaks.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at April 5, 2009 12:14 AM

Cindy, this film is probably one of the most brilliant works of art ever.

Surely, you and I can delve deeper into its profound meaning.

Alright. Its meaningless drivel.

Lets talk about chicks, man!

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 5, 2009 12:15 AM

wow...I just watched that trailer. Sample dialogue:
"My home town is near (some name)."
"Oh, yeah, I've never been to that town, but I've been through it."
Really? That's the best you could come up for the trailer? What's the rest of the script like?
"I think we need more cheetos."
"Oh, yeah, if you go to the store could you get me some paper towels? The cat puked again."
"Sure. Do you want any carpet cleaner?"
"No, I think we have some."
end scene
I think maybe it's supposed to be a horror film that involves mind-control powers released by MRI?

Posted by: s. pisaster at April 5, 2009 12:19 AM

Not everything obscure is art.

Chicks are cute. I'd like to see on in a color other than yellow though. Can't they be mutated like orchids?

Posted by: Cindy at April 5, 2009 12:19 AM

I'd like to see one...

Posted by: Cindy at April 5, 2009 12:20 AM

So my dream of the perfect pants will never come true... drat - foiled again!

On that note, goodnight to you all. It's been fun. I'm going to try to compete for attention with "Indiana Jones & the Lost Ark" or whatever the fudge it's called. Wish me luck!

Posted by: superfish at April 5, 2009 12:20 AM

I think scientist are now able to genetically engineer different colors into animals now. I think for 10k you can have a pink cat.

(Setup. Calling Mr. Setup.)

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 5, 2009 12:23 AM

I don't get it.

Posted by: admin at April 5, 2009 12:27 AM

Something about pink and pussycats I guess, but I can't be certain.

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 12:44 AM

Oh is everyone on a break? Pity.

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 12:47 AM

*Whiny Voice*

Duuustinnn.......Beyonces trying to make me say "pink pussy".

Posted by: admin at April 5, 2009 12:51 AM

Vagittimus?
Vulvittimus?
Uterittimus?
Ovarittimus?
Pudendittimus?
Fallopiantubittimus?

Help me out here, admin.

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 5, 2009 12:56 AM

I think it rhymes with "delores"

Posted by: lordhelmet at April 5, 2009 12:58 AM

I think the word is Vitameatavegamin.

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 12:58 AM

Mulva?

Posted by: admin at April 5, 2009 1:00 AM

Helllooooooo!

Man I hate it when I come late to the party!

Posted by: lordhelmet at April 5, 2009 1:02 AM

10K for a pink cat?

Geez, that is some expensive pussy.

http://www.instantrimshot.com/

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 5, 2009 1:03 AM

Allllright, we've gotten that out of the way.

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 1:04 AM

So, how bout that trailer, eh?

*crickets*

Aw, balls!

Posted by: lordhelmet at April 5, 2009 1:05 AM

After Last Season.

Brought to you by the Art Institute of Pittsburgh

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 5, 2009 1:12 AM

Like I watch the trailers.

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 1:12 AM

I knew an art major figured into it somewhere..it's probably beautifully profound but damn if it didn't totally go over my helmet..

Posted by: lordhelmet at April 5, 2009 1:17 AM

hey everybodyfq! doeba sanyboby heree likes tha new............

(...hiccurp...),

I needaride to tha gassstaion for abritto.. Ima woozz...eee..>

ILOVE YOU MCCONOHAY! Dont you lets anybodiby telling you not for making the romamtic comdees. Yur're awezomes!

Posted by: Skittimus maxibraconradghgerear...huh? at April 5, 2009 1:52 AM

Awww man, I'm always late for the party.

BUT I have a good reason: I've been packing and going fucking INSANE looking for my good headphones so I can watch 7 hours worth of Office episodes on my ipod during my trip TO THE BEACH. YEAH GOING TO THE BEACH BITCHES! Because it's been 90 degrees in this damned city and this girl needs an ocean.

And speaking of pants: don't come whining until you've had to search for a pair of jeans that will fit a 5'3" chick with a big butt and hips and really short legs. Everything ends up being like 2 feet too long. Bastards.

Posted by: figgy at April 5, 2009 2:27 AM

Is it wrong for me to complain about how hard it is to find jeans with a 31"waist and 32" inseam? I'll just hide behind this protective barrier while mentioning how stores only stock like 2 pairs and one of them's always a colour I already have and the other's overpriced...that or the legs are too short.

Figgy, I sympathise. And have nothing but the best wishes for your butt and hips to find the perfect pair of jeans and have many happy months of joining, and parting, and joining, and parting, and going up, and going down, and up, and down again...mmmm, hips...

Uhhmmm, wha? Where was I just now? Ah yes, picturing my new pin-up model. Never mind the jeans, girl, get a bikini, maybe a nice skirt, and get that fine ass to the beach already!! And post pictures. Lots of pictures.. Dammit Shadows, you've been remiss in your recon duties - I'm waiting on the last 3 months of photodocumentary reports! Don't tell me getting engaged has dulled your enthusiasm..a man waits this long for his weekly pick-me-up starts to come undone a little and maybe even loses a little faith in the universe, and his XO...

Posted by: lordhelmet at April 5, 2009 2:52 AM

Whoa, when did you turn into bucdaddy? Bwahahaha.

There shall be photos but: I don't wear bikinis. One-piece for me. I mean, I'm pretty hot, but there are limits on how much I can dazzle the world, you know?

Posted by: figgy at April 5, 2009 3:14 AM

I know the burden you bear far to well figgy. I have to carry a big stick around with me to keep the ladies and gays away.

"No!" I say, "I'm married! You cannot have any!" Then I smack 'em with my Stick of Angry Denial. Then they beg, then they cry. It's hard out here for a pimp.

Posted by: admin at April 5, 2009 3:34 AM

Word. It's a cruel world for us gorgeous people.

OK I'm going to bed, have an early wake-up time tomorrow.

So I'll see you all on Wednesday. I'm not sure if I'll be able to survive without Pajiba til then, but we're gonna find out. Don't have too much fun without me!

Posted by: figgy at April 5, 2009 3:38 AM

la-la-la-pouf-de-pouf, ain't nobuddy here, doodle-doodle-dee...eeeeeeeee.

sigh. um. so, who's being multiple man, Jay Edition? It's tricky to know, because I assume all suspected multiples are actually Skitz, who has been quite quiet, lo these many weeks. Skitz babe, where you been? I been up to nuthin. Oh - I've been noticing Lucas, newly delurked, yet concerned about possible thread-killing abilities - Hi Lucas!

loooo-loooowwww-leeeee-laaaahhhhhh...um, also, how cool is seeing all the new names in the comments? It's like we all have learned a VERY IMPORTANT LESSON this April Fool's Day, and I, for one, have achieved a luke-warm heart. I'm, ya know, just touching base here, now, because tomorrow I think I'll be a puddle sitting in my squeaky desk chair and using a box of kleenex tuned in to New Orleans. I doubt I'll be feeling up for jokery then. So, for now, it's boobies to all, and to all a good nipple.

Posted by: replica at April 5, 2009 4:00 AM

It's my birthday!

Posted by: KatSings at April 5, 2009 11:12 AM

...a pair of jeans that will fit a 5'3" chick with a big butt...

Posted by: figgy at April 5, 2009 2:27 AM

Sorry, but I never trust a girl with a big butt and a smile.

Posted by: Beyonce Rowles (aka Sasha Pierced Nipples, aka L.O.V.E.) at April 5, 2009 11:32 AM

Happy birthday, Ms. Kat.

replica, I assume it's a member of the staff.

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 11:57 AM

Now those are party chicks!

Posted by: Cindy at April 5, 2009 12:28 PM

Last night I overheard a girl using the term "raw puppy" in reference to sex without a condom.

And I laughed.

Posted by: adam at April 5, 2009 12:36 PM

Did I miss all the discussion of jeans? Damn! I just wish I didn't have to pay so darned much for a pair that doesn't make my thighs look huge. I have very little ass to speak of, so I rarely worry about that, but I swear Costco cuts their jeans and khakis like rectangles. With no regard for the contours of the human body. I just wish I could buy a reasonably priced pair.

And I don't think it's Skitz as Jay. Too subtle for him. Too mean-spirited. But you think the staff? I feel Prisco is too busy for things like that, but I could see him pulling it off.

Posted by: Optimus Rhyme at April 5, 2009 1:08 PM

Are you asking whether Skitz is a Replicant or a lesbian Mr. Dek..err...what where you folks talking about?

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 5, 2009 1:22 PM

For all the girls out there with hips and long legs, I suggest Lucky Brand's 'Lauren Boot' jean. I wear them constantly. I don't have much of a butt, however they make mine look amazing while also contouring to the curves. Also, they look good with both heels and sneakers. Expensive, yes, but worth it in the long run.

Posted by: rayliota at April 5, 2009 1:41 PM

Am I going to get in trouble for asking a serious question? I'll put it in code: when is hair going to be back in style?

Posted by: Snuggiepants the Deathbringer at April 5, 2009 2:30 PM

rayliota Thanks! I have long legs and somewhat have hips. And no ass. It's weird though, because I had a bubble butt before I got pregnant with Little Snuggie 14-15 years ago. And it got flatter and flatter the bigger my front got. And I never got it back. So weird. Now it's flat as a skillet. So I blame the daughter, she stole my bubble butt.

Posted by: Snuggiepants the Deathbringer at April 5, 2009 2:32 PM

Snuggiepants; 2075. When the world reverts back to free love and America finally leagalizes the green.

Posted by: admin at April 5, 2009 2:58 PM

Hey replica, thanks for the notice, but I'm not really newly delurked. I've been commenting pretty regularly since 2006 (started reading the site when "The History Boys" came out, and started commenting soon after).

Posted by: Lucas at April 5, 2009 3:09 PM

admin Thanks, but quite frankly: that sucks. In 2075, I'll be 104 going on 105 years old. Which means unless I'm REALLY lucky, I'll be dead. And even if I'm not dead, I doubt I'll give a shit about....hair. I'll be naturally bald by then, anyway. AND no one will care. Mr. Snuggie will definitely be dead and even if HE'S not, he'll be blind and gumming applesauce. But I might partake of a special brownie. In fact, that sounds good right now, now that I'm terribly depressed.

Sigh.

Posted by: Snuggiepants the Deathbringer at April 5, 2009 3:29 PM

We've got your green here in Metro Van..

Posted by: lordhelmet at April 5, 2009 3:50 PM

Can anyone think of a full-length trailer worse than After Last Season's? I'm talking about bad regardless of the quality of the actual film, e.g. the trailer makes little sense, it tells you almost nothing about the film, and/or it gives you absolutely no information to judge whether you do or don't want to see the film.

And the trailer for Seven Pounds doesn't count.

Posted by: NF at April 5, 2009 4:03 PM

We've got your green here in Metro Van..

Dean Wareham once wrote in a tour diary about border police checking for drugs when entering BC and how absurd it was. "Why would anyone bring drugs into Canada? Canada is where drugs come from!".

Posted by: Jay at April 5, 2009 4:12 PM

Snuggie, I used to have a butt too, back when I figure skated 24/7. However, I checked Lucky's web site and couldn't find the jeans anywhere! It's deceiving though, most of their merchandise isn't listed online. The back pockets on those jeans are to die for.

That trailer reminded me of the old Atari game based on Friday the 13th. Something about the colorless walls and unending corridors. Scared the crap out of me as a child. This trailer is scary, too, but in a different way. Apparently there was a sale on pastel paint at Home Depot.

Posted by: rayliota at April 5, 2009 4:19 PM

Sharks have 2 sets of working genitalia and no waists .... Double the fun?

Posted by: DarthVlader at April 5, 2009 4:24 PM

My browser crashed when I tried to view AlabamaPink's service. I tried it several times and it kept crashing (Mozilla Firefox). Is there any way to view it not on a live feed?

Posted by: rayliota at April 5, 2009 4:44 PM

I couldn't view the service either, though it didn't make the ol' MozFire crash. Not sure if there was something else I was supposed to be doing to get it started. But then it was one o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, so I was probably already drunk, and therefore unable to fully comprehend all this newfangled "technology" business. I did, however, drink a shot of tequila in AlabamaPink's honor.

Posted by: Edwina the Magnificent at April 5, 2009 5:01 PM

That is to say, one p.m. here in the great western outback, just in case anyone was planning on pointing out that the service was at four.

Posted by: Edwina the Magnificent at April 5, 2009 5:03 PM

Also, I have a psychotic pussy sitting on my lap. Discuss.

Posted by: Edwina the Magnificent at April 5, 2009 5:04 PM

I viewed on AOL via Firefox and had no problem...

Posted by: totally not Anna von Beaverplatz at all at April 5, 2009 5:06 PM

I kind of wanted to point out that today is Sunday, Edwina. Though I guess I could be mistaken about that...

Posted by: totally not Anna von Beaverplatz at all at April 5, 2009 5:07 PM

I viewed on Chrome and had no problem (except for blurred vision from tears, that is).

Posted by: ncnn at April 5, 2009 5:08 PM

It was lovely and made me realize just how much you all mean to me. I hate that you all mean so much to me, but you do. Jerks.

Posted by: Lainey at April 5, 2009 5:15 PM

...

Penis.

...

Posted by: Bucko at April 5, 2009 5:19 PM

Odd, I had no issues on good old IE. Dustin, will Jay (not you Jay) archive that for people who couldn't see it?

Posted by: admin at April 5, 2009 5:19 PM

It's SUNDAY!?!?!?!!!

Where am I? Why am I not wearing underwear???

Oh my gaaahd, not again!

Posted by: Edwina the Magnificent at April 5, 2009 5:19 PM

well then it's probably just my crazy and unreliable laptop. This thing has been across continents with me and I am loathe to retire my baby.

Posted by: rayliota at April 5, 2009 5:24 PM

I hate that you all mean so much to me, but you do. Jerks.

Posted by: Lainey at April 5, 2009 5:15 PM

--------------------------------------------

Just exactly *HOW* much? Would you be willing to do anything...

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 5, 2009 5:26 PM

Just exactly *HOW* much? Would you be willing to do anything...

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 5, 2009 5:26 PM

As long as it's above the waist.

Posted by: ncnn at April 5, 2009 5:30 PM

Well, no, I wouldn't be willing to do *anything*. For example, I wouldn't eat mustard. Gack!

Posted by: Lainey at April 5, 2009 6:16 PM

Let me congratulate you Rowles on your success in using the jedi mind trick on these simple minded motherfuckers. Rowles, you might be the first person in the history of hijacking to dictate the rules to the hijackers, sad. I’m sure you’re lauging at them, I know I am. People, since when do passengers give orders to hijackers? How could all you geniuses not see the scam that your dear leader was pulling on you? I can’t wait until next week’s predetermined, preplanned, preconceived, contrived, pseudo hijacking. You all disgust me, leave me!!!

Posted by: Pookie at April 5, 2009 7:41 PM

What about eating something with the consistency, if not the taste, of mustard?

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at April 5, 2009 7:48 PM

mmmm I don't know, the Israelis have gotten pretty good at dealing with hijackers.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at April 5, 2009 8:12 PM

Compote Tracer? Chutney? Marmalade? Aoli? Beurre Blanc?

Posted by: MrCresosote at April 5, 2009 8:43 PM

I just watched Friday's episode of Friday Night Lights and I have to discuss my simultaneous joy and heartbreak with someone-anyone because my friends don't seem to care. And I can't stand the assholes over on TWoP.

It was beautiful and everything good television should be. As much as I want to hate her, good Lord I love Tyra!! I want to live an interesting and surprising life too! And Tim leaving his cleats because he left it all on the field, heartbreaking. It's the same soulless idiots who made Fast & Furious number one this weekend who are preventing FNL from ever having a full season order. Can we please, Dustin, have regular weekly recaps like we do for Lost? If we have to cater to the comic book geeks (no offense) can we please indulge the fanatics of quiet television and small town family drama? Who's with me?

Posted by: Austin asking for trouble at April 5, 2009 9:09 PM

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dammit, Pookie, we're coiled in the tall grass and you're giving us away.

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at April 5, 2009 10:55 PM

Austin..., HELL yeah! It was perfect. I was cheering like a big ol' dork when Landry ran. And I don't want to hate Tyra, but dammit, she makes it hard to love her sometimes. Not this week. This week she was great. And Riggins. Oh my. I just want to take him home. Put him in a hot bath. Wash his damn hair. Make him something to eat that doesn't come from a pizza box and then ... well, something distinctly non-nurturing.

I'm with you. I'd love to see more talk about "Friday Night Lights"!

Posted by: Lainey at April 5, 2009 11:18 PM

i just watched FNL too. i was just telling my son that although i'm not a football fan--at all--nor am i a big Texas fan (although i am willing to try) FNL is one of the best shows on television. the writing is amazing; the acting is superb; and it makes me cry every other episode--and i consider myself to be a fairly cold b!tch.

also, i went to Emerald City Comicon this weekend and i can now officially say that Helo/Agent Ballard is unbelievably sexy in person too.

Posted by: pq at April 5, 2009 11:26 PM

Lainey, you can borrow my boyfriend (Mr. Kitsch) if you want to cook for him, but otherwise I don't share. That man is all mine!

I have cried three times in about a year. Once was my grandmother's funeral, and FNL was responsible for the other two. The first time being when Coach took Smash to try out for A&M and he told him this was his shot and God had placed him there at that moment to do what he was meant to do. OH.MY.GOD. The tears!! And then, the end of the episode when he thanked Coach. Then tonight, when Tyra was reading her essay. I felt that way when I was a college senior, and now, 10 years later I still want to grow up to be a generous and kind hearted person with an interesting and surprising life. And the montage, which usually makes me want to puke, was so beautifully done.

And back to TK, I wasn't as moved at the end when he put his cleats on the field as I was when I was crying over Tyra's essay because all I could focus on was his legs in those jeans. DAMN.

I'm so grateful for the renewal, but at the same time, I could totally sense that this season was rushed. The writers were trying to cram so much charater development into half a season and as a result football took a back seat...again. Each episode of the first season was about a team and the pressure building up each week to each game. Remember the episode when the entire town was on pins and needles, waiting to see if they made the playoffs. And MUD BOWL! And...and...and...I could go on for hours. Although this season was undoubtedly better than season two, I hope the writers are able to focus on the madness that is Devil Town even more next year.

I really do love Lost, it is great entertainment and intelectually challenging to keep up with, which is what I like most about it. But FNL is an emotional experience. The characters, especially the Taylors, are every day people who I wish I knew in real life. We should talk about this show every week. **starting a year from now when it's back on NBC because I'm too poor for DirectTV

Posted by: Austin asking for trouble at April 6, 2009 12:30 AM

Wow, that was long. Sorry about the love letter to a fictional place with fictional people doing fictional things.

Posted by: Austin asking for trouble at April 6, 2009 12:32 AM

Sorry about the love letter to a fictional place with fictional people doing fictional things.

Have you seen some of the things we, including me, write here? Shake off that guilt!

Posted by: Jay at April 6, 2009 9:28 AM

figgy: short curvy women represent. :) My current jeans are LL Bean's stretch straight leg moleskin in petite. I'm not a big fan of the moleskin but they're on sale now, and they said that a previous style was cut the same, so I have hopes for "next season" (whenever that is). My last dream pair were from Jones NYC, also petite I think, definitely with a bit of stretch, but I couldn't find them again when they wore out.

Posted by: silentq at April 6, 2009 10:49 AM


















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