Did she mention apps or fun?

Hey, for all I know it could have been her posting over on CH. It would fit.

Seems to me the plainest fact is
What we need's a lot more practice.

What's got into you, Grant?

Suzy Creamcheese?

If everyone has a computer in class, doesn't that mean that everyone potentially has the answer to any question they may be asked?

Mm. But since I discovered how easy it is to edit Wikipedia anonymously, fewer and fewer people will be getting right answers in the future.

Did you read that New Yorker article about Wikipedia a while back?

I think that's what provoked me.

What did I do this time?

Say this tongue twister right or else

Oh, if only our reality shows were this real.

Omni: I'm going to do a couple of last minute errands. Anything you want me to pick up to bring up with us for the weekend?

Eyebrows: Get some stuff I like, like a chirping chicken and some bad cheese.

only if they are asking what you happen to have on your computer screen. Doing a google search and reading through the links to find the right answer isn't really feasable when the prof has asked you a direct question. Actually, you're more likely to get an IM from a classmate if your floundering, than be able to look it up online. It doesn't really matter as class participation doesn't mean too much in terms of grades. It's just the fear of public himiliation that keeps us on top of our reading.

Behind me, in the living room, begin soft strains of new age guitar and muzak synth. Probably coming from the laptop on the couch. Mrs. Porkwah, to her mother, who is visiting: "What are you doing?" Mrs. Porkwah's mother: "I'm looking at my daily motivator."

Good grief! I say again, What's got into you? Is spare time hanging heavy on your head?

At least I'm not in Paris. It's not so much spare time as work avoidance.

An old favorite from my neighborhood:




and a new one

lee corso's opening bit right before the usc-nebraska game. is he fucking insane?

The 9 year old son of a neighbor at the farmers market comes over to bug me all the time. I told him as sort of a prank or a small bit of Rancho Gordo "hi-jinx", "Go up to your mother when she has a customer and tell her you have explosive diarrhea." He replied, "But I really do!" This stopped me dead in my tracks as he had been touching all the beans and helping me with money.
"Did you wash your hands?"
He then hold his hand up to his nose, sniffs and then declares, "Yep!"

this post shall be used as evidence when the great beans/e-coli outbreak is reported.

link

Scroll down and click on "earthear". Really cool.

That's how I imagine some of our threads sound if we were to speak rather than write.

If you asks you to pull his finger, DON'T!!

My friend Amy is appearing on some new reality makeover show called "cover shot". Don't know anything about it, except that for the next 2 weeks there's a giant promotional billboard on the corner of 51st and BWay with a huge shot of Amy all glammed up.

One of the most incredible things about Amy is that she lost a huge amount of weight (triple digits) by diligently following Weight Watchers and exercising, going from morbidly obese to being completely healthy and attractive, and now she's on a Billboard in Times Square. I think that's fitting.

compulsive readers of this site will remember that i was once looking for someone to come and shred some papers of mine. a couple months ago, i sent out several email / web form queries to companies in new york that advertised shredding services saying that I had a $25 job for them and to call me back. one of them, which i'll refer to as "Shred Me!" called me back. And back and back. I left them our landline phone number, which we never use, and they left three or four messages per week, enough that Mrs. P. requested I call them and tell them that we're not interested. (I don't get involved in making calls like this.) They sent their professional packet by real mail and followed up with a nice letter. Finally, they called while I was waiting for a job interview call and I told them that I'd already dealt with the papers (we sold our documents to identity thieves for 80% of their expected profit). A week later, another mailing. Are these people stalking me? The calls resumed. Yesterday, I was driving home from a job interview in CT and looked in the rear view mirror to see a "Shred Me!" logo on the van behind me. They have my phone number; they have my address. Oh no, now they're following me...

Walked by the newest cheesey theme restaurant to hit Manhattan - the Hawaiian Tropic Zone. Right next to the menu is a picture of "our chef" David Burke. WTF?

their web site describes him as a "no table chef".

Walking down the street, I see a goldfish bowl at the curb with two fish and a container of food.

Yes. Eater had some fun coverage of the opening, which involved many scantily clad models and intervention by the NYPD/FD. Mr Burke is indeed involved.

Eater

I just arranged to have a big pile of debris/junk and an old freezer full of old paint cans hauled away upstate on Saturday morning. Name of the trash hauler: Rocco Fishes.

Our local guy is Dumpster Diver.

Ashlee Simpson just made her debut in the long-running London production of Chicago.

When I saw it, the stars were Ute Lemper and Ruth Henshall (the latter, a major British musical comedy star, if you don't know her).

There is something about her that just bugs the crap of me. It's not just the lack of talent and self-indulgent personality. Something deeper and sadder and I wish she'd just go away. She can take her lizard-faced sister, too.
(I"m listening to 1964 Carmen McCrae singing standards with arrangements by Peter Matz, so I may be a little crabby when it comes to popular culture today!)

I know it'll look as if I'm pretending ivory tower hauteur but although I recognize the name I have no idea who Ashlee Simpson is.

You're missing less than nothing.

Walking down 5th Avenue, passing Bergdorf, Harry Winston, Prada then Abercrombie & Fitch. Just a passing glance in the doorway of A&F shows a poor young himbo standing there shirtless, bare as his mama made him from the waist up. It can't be a good way to make a living, jailbait beefcake mannequin luring in the pervs.

Of course I had to doubleback a time or two, just so I could feel even badder for him.

Come on, Glyn. You're sloppin' over with ivory tower hauteur. Puts the rest of us to shame.

This is a state of innocence and naivete you wish to preserve.

If you know who Jessica Simpson is, then meet her (astonishingly) less talented sister.

I'm afraid she's another that's slipped under the radar. This is not because I don't watch a lot of TV -- I do -- but since we've had a DVR I never seem to watch network TV which is where this knowledge seems to be acquired.

I don't watch network TV either, so I fear this knowledge, like most knowledge today, comes from the internet. Oh, and glossy magazines, of course.

I get all my pop culturing from magazines. While waiting for my nails to dry.

That's obviously what I'm missing.

No, it comes from reading the covers of the celebrity mags on the supermarket checkout line and in newstand windows. I've known the phrase "Nick & Jessica" for years, but I have no idea who they are, nor what it is they are so famous for, except, apparently, their marriage.

For me, it's from magazines I read at the nail salon, or in waiting rooms, and sometimes on a plane or in an airport.

Or the celeb headlines that pop out at me on some websites' home pages.

Yes: I get the same update from subway newsstands while waiting for the V train. This morning, I saw that officials are to "dig up" Steve Irwin, for example. Truly. I mean, I truly saw it.

I ate lunch buffet at Himalayas, an underground Boulder place. I took a bite of a samosa, and Proust-like, was transported to my youth. I was walking on Delancey (NY-ers out there, please correct the spelling), on the lower east side, eating a knish.

The friend I was with had also grown up in NY. She agreed that the samosa tasted exactly like the legendary knishes we remember.

so, you're saying you ate a very crappy samosa.

No. It tasted unlike every dull restaurant samosa I've ever eaten.

It was filled with still slightly chunky, soft potato and onion; it was peppery. The wrapper was a little crunchy, and a little flakey. It was delicious.

Listening to NPR while driving through new jersey this morning, there was a report on Lula, the president of brazil. Hit an area where the signal was going in and out, switching with another signal. And so I heard:

...president Lula of Brazil <cut> who claimed to have murdered JonBenet Ramsey <cut> still has the support of...