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Aww, damn it! Who let Maxim out of his cage? Aww, crap, and he wrote an article and everything! Aww, man! Bad Maxim! Bad! (Beats Maxim with rolled up Magazine that doesn't suck) NO COOKIES FOR YOU!

YES! I was hoping this brilliant Colbert clip would be posted today. I WANT TO MARRY HIS FACE.

That Indiana Jones cereal sounds DISGUSTING. Also, I'm not sure Harrison Ford was even that young in American Graffiti.

*fervently prays*

Please let the spambot show up again, so that Skitt can stop taking his meds and believe he is in a torrid affair with it, like last Pajiba Love. Amen.

Now that that is done, on to the Love.

Seriously, why does anyone give a crap about who or what Maxim thinks is hot? If they are such Neanderthals, why bother complaining? They aren't going to understand anything above grunting anyway.

*quietly pushes stack of certain magazines into corner*

I say, why even bother giving that exercise in hand-chafing any more attention? All it does is give the list credibility. And as we all know, hotness is, except in certain extreme cases, quite subjective.

Hee hee Vermillion, the best part of that whole thing was how Skits started to sound like an estranged alcoholic husband. I was just waiting for him to be all, "I didn't mean it baby, that's just the booze talking! You know I love you! LET ME IN THE HOUSE OR I'LL PISS IN YOUR FLOWER POTS!"

Isn't that picture on the cereal box just the poster from Raiders of the Lost Ark? Granted, Harrison Ford never looked that young in any movie I remember.

Strange coincidence, the trailer for Kingdom of the Crystal Skull just aired on tv as I was writing this. *facepalm*

Is nobody else bothered by the OED news? The world needs big heavy dictionary tomes people. I'm not being sarcastic here. Dictionaries are wonderful things. The entire scene in Diane's bedroom in Say Anything would be useless if she were sitting there hitting "define: " on the Google. Scrabble, sex-based or otherwise, would not be fun without a dictionary, a real in the hand heavy dictionary. Please join me in a "Save the Printed Dictionary" campaign. We cannot let this injustice go any further.

PaddyDog, I, too, am troubled by the OED news. I feel it's a poor decision that opens the doors for the OED to accept terms like EVOO and yummo into their prestigious dictionary. Will there at least be an eBook that I can print out page by page at the university library?

Troubled, but not as troubled as I am by the Tony nominations. Sure, there's the joy in pretty much handing Patti Lupone a Tony on a silver platter (and a well deserved one), but ignoring so many heavy hitters in amazing performances in favor of new people doing ok work. That, of course, doesn't include performers like Stew. Give him all of his awards as far as I'm concerned and then some. But no room for Harvey? Or Linney? Or more than one member of Top Girls? Bull. Elizabeth Marvel was robbed.

Mary, yes, that's the "Raiders" poster. Thus, all complaints should be sent to Drew Struzan.

Though I'll not hear a word against Drew Struzan.

The Raiders board game was pretty cool, actually, and well thought out for a tie-in. Sure I was 6 but still, it was impressive.

OK, I'm a huge real book fan, AND I enjoy reading the dictionary. (There's dirty words in there. My job, find them.)

On the one hand, the ability to quickly search for a word online, update the dictionary quickly, and not kill an entire forest to print one copy of the OED has its merits. On the other hand, I love touching books and just flipping through them to find new words.

My family plays "the dictionary game" a lot, where we find words that nobody knows, all make up different definitions and then vote on which one we think is correct. You get a point if you guess the correct def. If you picked the word from the dictionary, you get a point for everyone you fooled. I've never laughed so hard in all my life as when we play that game.

Alright, I'm all for sunny afternoons flipping through a dictionary but... this is the OED. My family owns the "Compact" OED from a few years back that my mother used to direct me to when I had a vocabulary question. Sucker was 2 books long, 5 inches thick on each spine, had onion skin pages, and each page was 4 regular sized pages shrunk down to the point where you needed a magnifying glass or really good lighting to read it.

It was not what I think of when I think of an enjoyable dictionary experience. Though as a reference guide it was tremendously useful.

Ah, My Word.

A moment of extreme respect and silence for the memory of Frank Muir please.
When I was gorwing up he hosted the TV version of My Word on BBC. I really thought he was a pink jacketed, bow-tied, wussy guy. Then I bought his autobiography. Turns out he was a real jock in his day. His war training involved testing parachutes before they were released to the troops. Yes, he would go up in a plane, jump out at a great height wearing a parachute that had just been invented and never tested and basically if he landed alive, the parachute was determined to work and if he didn't, they went back to the drawing board. Now that's courage.

Paddy, my less than fond memories may also come from the fact that my mom made me carry the OED when I needed it. I was a rail thin child of above average height and below average weight. The OED was... the OED. I think she did it just to get a laugh, since I was not the easiest child to deal with.

Of course, the same kind of show happened on a regular basis when I took up the string bass in high school. I seem to like juxtaposition in my daily life.

"red-lined "affected" and replaced it with effected"

wsapnin, you give me that teacher's name and address. That's practically a fucking war crime. It's bad enough that text messaging and internet forums teach kids bad grammar, but goddamnit, TEACHERS?

Motherfuck.

That's dreadful wsapnin, as a future educator that makes me twitch, and I'm a scientist - we're not exactly famed for our dedication to the English language. If you want searing mental pain re: teachers and the future of your children's education then try visiting an online forum for those who work in education. I know that typos plague even the most pedantic of us, but you want some ADVISE? You do? REALLY? Oh, definately, you say? Well that's just spiffy.

Do not even get me fucking started on the poor misused little apostrophe. Also: anyone in my class who insists on misspelling sulphur or foetus will be corrected, at length.

And this is why we need print copies of the OED.

So Brooke Hogan is basically saying her brother isn't a douchebag but he plays one on TV?

And now I guess Webster's truly is your bitch.

"However, I always did want my own set of the multi-volume edition..."

Ranylt (and I mean this in the very best possible way), you are so deliciously, delightfully dorky.

Sarina: Ah, I found an older version of Balderdash (TM) that was based on Fictionary, which sounds alot like my family's dictionary game. You are right. I apologize. Anyway, we made it up on our own, and it's still our favorite game to play. It beats trying to make conversation with them.

Ranylt:

Me too. I asked for the giant two-volume version as a wedding present (I was hoping all 11 guests at my wedding would band together), but I got a set of Denby pasta bowls. My mother-in-law told me later that she assumed the request for a dictionary was a joke. Anyway, I am now searching for a complete set online in case there are bargains out there.

Heehee, BWeaves--I swear I don't normally point out typos from people I like, but I just have to say that Bladerdash made me giggle. Only because I had to do just that after drinking way too much coffee this morning. In fact, we may have to introduce this word into the lexicon. We'll have to tweak the spelling to "bladderdash," but then we're good to go.

TK, maybe you should just start calling it your zombie throng, although people might just think the zombies are running around in G-strings. I suggest you go with legion. Mostly because I'd like to see you shouting, "Legionnaires! Advance!" Of course, to do that you must wear a cassis. Crested, naturally.

I... I'm easily entertained.

As amusing as it would be to see TK dripping syrup and screaming at the undead, no, not the blackcurrant syrup. A cassis is also the iron helmet worn by legionnaires. An officer's helmet would have had a crest.