yin: “Some days, I just want to come home, draw a nice hot bath, light a few scented candles, have a glass of really good red wine, and let the bubbles and bath oils melt away my troubles. You know?”
yang: “If by ‘you know’ you mean something like, ‘you’ve got about about thirty seconds to dry yourself off and get my fucking supper on the table, or else I’m going to chuck a toaster in there with you,’ I’m definitely feeling you, honey.”
yang is grumpy!! Is this an Obama/McCain analogy?
The wagon of love again collapses under the burdens of life.
Ever notice how much that Scion xB looks like a toaster? But the car is about as free of yang as they come.
If that doesn’t bring you full-circle enough, come up with your own damn convention tie-in.
>>come up with your own damn convention tie-in
oh um. You can look at Obama’s youthful looks and McCain’s oldness as uh yin/yang-like and the way that the presentation of one necessarily evokes the other merely reinforces the uh whatyoucallit
Look I’m distracted over here
It’s really feeling protein-wisdomy around here again. Back to the classics.
Are you suggesting B.O. is lacking in the yang department, and unable to use said yang to lure over the Hillary crowd? I’m guessing that’s a stereotype he’d just as soon leave intact, Bill Clinton and Gap dresses notwithstanding.
OT: Ever wondered what Jane Hamsher looked like? Me either.
Damn!
Yang’s got a pimp hand.
According to yin/yang etiquette, the toaster is not plugged in until the second time.
>>It’s really feeling protein-wisdomy around here again. Back to the classics.
Endless variations on dick jokes?
/LOL
Just compensating for the conflict of the homophobe within realizing that, just because I won’t vote for a socialist, doesn’t mean he’s not awful purty. Maybe all the talk of Greek columns tonight has brought this psychological pimple to a head.
No.
The new xB doesn’t even have the charm of a toaster. It’s all roundy and looks like a pregnant dodge neon I think.
How about: Endless jokes on dick variations.
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Relax, cranky. Just having fun.
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That takes a woman’s POV, maybe
Props for the “Lamontyoubigdummy” nom de plume-
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I don’t know. I was thinking of a PW thread a few years ago that riffed on for
hoursdays over some dick commenter calling himself “Phonecian in a Time of Romans.”Oh shoot, I was around then. I remember the name. Don’t recall commenting much back in those days…
You know what this relationship is lacking? Electricity.
So what’s for dinner?
Circuit breakers.
I remember that. I miss all the “Sandbox in a Time of Felines” pseudonyms that used to show up afterwards.
Phone technician in a time of roaming.
That was a hilarious thread.
Didn’t that go on for several days before it died?
You know what this relationship is lacking? Electricity.
Given what we’ve seen of yang, Pablo, I think the above may be foreplay.
Yeah, I remember PIATOR.
Darndest thing, that handle always made me think of this:
http://www.inert-ord.net/atrkts/piat/index.html
Ahhh, PIATOR…the New Zealand asshat from days of yore.
Jeff: Stop tippling absinthe; you’ve already done this bit!
Wagon of Love? They said go for the Sienna Minivan the other day. It had DVD and capacity for cupping.
But I still want the yangy AMG
There was this tricked up pathfinder that seemed to suit me. But the motor mounts had too much torquing.
I haven’t been back to see the lipstick tube that got smoked in. But they said they cleaned it.
Feeling your pain, Sarah. I’ve been car hunting for a while — and most of what’s out there is as uninteresting as a pinewood derby kit. I swear, all the Hondas look like the same car, just scaled differently. I currently have a Grand Prix, but its replacement just looks wrong to me.
But, I finally found what I want… and they’re damned hard to find. Last night I literally saw one just as it pulled onto the lot — not my favorite color, but not one that makes me gag. I decided to think it over, made my decision over night, called the dealer this morning… and it had sold after I left the dealer.
I’ll be looking more tomorrow afternoon, but I suspect there’s not one left in the city.
I got an 89 LeBaron convertible I will make you all a deal on. Needs a little work, but has tons of character. And it sure don’t look like anything they are making now, lol.
You could always walk naked through the house, pick up the phone and call Pizza Hut, then go back to the bath for an hour and a half..
What did you find, Rob? The car I want, I have a duty not to buy. I need something to haul stuff in.
Although my husband likes the AMG enought to spring for a cheap-ass minivan if I get the sedan. But I’m cheap and think one car ought to do it.
At least 34 other times, I think.
All variations on a theme. In fact, this site is just one extended episode of Three’s Company for the erudite dilettante crowd. What likes porn. And Jesus.
I think we all know who’s Ralph Furley.
Since you’ve recently crossed the line into RACIST TEEN BEAV, you should let us attach pictures in our comments. We won’t do worse than RACIST TEEN BEAV, usually.
Because there’s this comic strip I really want to put right here, under
It goes like this:
First frame: British stickchap approaches stickgirl to chat her up.
Second: Stickgirl says “I’m fat.”
Third: Stickchap, already turnt on heel, says “My mistake.”
It’s incredibly funny. Describing it isn’t.
And it might be just two frames. I’m not looking it up if I can’t post it.
I can’t even post URLs for some reason. Not that I care. I’m all about wild assertions with “command presence.” But sometimes I forget and hit “Say It!” and some irreproducibly longwinded shit gets disappeared. It’s sad is what it is.
Anyway — yeah, what I said.
Sloppy 35ths it seems.
I’m looking at the Jetta TDI, but the biggest factor is that I’m a gadget freak.
In such difficult moments, the Back button is your friend. It loves you enough to remember every jot and tittle of your rejected screed.
SarahW:
My wife and I bought a Sienna. We had problems with the DVD player. In cruise control, it feels way underpowered. It’s great for hauling kids, but the area behind the furthest back seat isn’t good for hauling things.
jot and tittle. somebody is getting his Kurtz on.
Welcome back, Jeff! I’m freaking tearing up with laughter. Coworkers are all, “why are you crying?”