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Bring on (Reply to this comment)
by NoniaBidnis
part deux. Please.
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Apr 18 '03
1:03 pm PDT
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reading this... (Reply to this comment)
by st3on1ey1baby
was as delightful as seeing dogs gussied up in lycra body suits. maybe as disturbing, too.
xxxo
tamms
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Feb 26 '03
7:33 pm PST
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Are you...... (Reply to this comment)
by Lobstergirl
.....sleeping with Jim? Because his comments have a certain kind of intimacy that is usually only seen in those of Shantel575.
And I see where you are going with this story, implicating Russell Jones; I wouldn't rule out Kelly Ripa right off the bat. Or Joy Philbin. Those two are dykes.
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Dec 18 '02
1:37 am PST
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In general... (Reply to this comment)
by jazzbocrow
I think this writers corner thing is stupid, but it's a lot better with your stuff in it.
I hate Thriller, though. I mean, like really, really, really hate it.
Jojo
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Dec 12 '02
2:20 am PST
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Hoagie (Reply to this comment)
by 29th_Candidate
Okay, maybe I got a little over-exuberant with my previous comment's stank-load, but the prospect of seeing your irreverently creative mind turned loose on epinions again momentarily jarred my senses. The long, recuperative straitjacket-strolls around the infirmary seem to have provided your "feel-good" humor with a refreshing, new nihilistic edge.
<touchy-feely moment> Quite frankly, epinions has sucked without you. </touchy-feely moment>
effusively,
--29th
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Dec 11 '02
6:46 pm PST
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I Wish You Hadn't Written This... (Reply to this comment)
by 29th_Candidate
Though I'm pretty sure you just made this up, I can't shake the vague apprehension that you might not have, or that even if you DID, you may have subconsciously based it on some mystical, deep-space truth-vibe you unwittingly channeled in while opening your mind up to the creative process (arty dudes do shit like that.) At any rate, your story has effectively deprived me of any peace of mind or concentration I had set aside for use this week.
Much as I try to think of other things, my mind keeps wandering back to one lingering, disconcerting, malevolent thought: "What kind of monstrous, male-sensitivity-devoid cultural wasteland would our world be if all Michael Jackson music was suddenly stricken from existence?" No "Human Nature," no "Ebony & Ivory" no "ABC, 123?"
It's never those huge, omnipresent "it probably never will's," that ravage your consciousness, but those tiny, evanescent "what if's?" that do you in. I just hope you can appreciate the psychological Pandora's Box you've opened up and unleashed onto collective thought with your evil story. I never even got a chance to buy my first Michael Jackson album.... Was it worth it, rich?
--29th
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Dec 11 '02
6:02 pm PST
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Great read fo me (Reply to this comment)
by zenmachado
Like it
ZeN
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Dec 10 '02
5:47 pm PST
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Re: So, uh... (Reply to this comment)
by zenhues
nope, one more year to go. you know i didn't write well before, either. i did manage to have a rollerskate-off with the other people in the neighborhood, and we managed to keep from getting the rink shut down. it was close.
the last think you wrote at some other website stopped me dead in my tracks with its brilliance. it was after i was fired from your harem that i saw it.
are you still a wiccan?
with love,
your husband.
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Dec 10 '02
6:53 am PST
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So, uh... (Reply to this comment)
by Mr.Eyore
The brain didn't make a full recovery, did it?
I'm so sorry. You would have been missed.
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Dec 10 '02
2:57 am PST
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