-__- was the look on my face when my visiting friends ordered General Tso’s Chicken after I schlepped through a hundred slushy curb-ponds last night and nearly ruined my boots in order to get them to one of the city’s best dim sum spots in Chinatown.
It was worse than the time my three friend’s ordered Philly cheese steaks at Katz’s (They were headed to Philadelphia the next day).
Don’t they know I’m contractually obligated to complain about fellow diners’ pedestrian menu choices throughout the meal? I do it for them. I do it for myself.
Is there a German word for “agonizing over a friend who squanders inconsequential opportunities?”
I somehow just bought 3 tix from Ticketmaster just now even though the Webster Hall site says they’re sold out?
- Kelly: but I am so mad at this kid I want to vomit on him ANGERVOM
- me: bahaha
- Kelly: let the records show that I coined angervom
In Which Carrie Brownstein Somehow Edges Out Corrine Tucker for Sleater Kinney Member I Most Want to Marry.
I will not be annoyed — mildly or extremely — by writers/bloggers who totally reinvent themselves as sci-fans but pretend they have been AN OMG TOTAL NERD 4EVA when it’s transparent they discovered science fiction about six months ago.
DETH TO FALSE SOMETHING SOMETHING, GENERALLY.
Take our advice: REINVENT YOUR TUMBLR.
CAN I DO THIS BY DELETING IT
I met a cute girl at a party recently. She told me she was a “total fantasy/sci fi nerd.” She asked me what I was into and I rattled off a few entry level authors (Asimov, Clarke, Dick) and she was all, “Ooh I’ll have to check them out but I really like Harry Potter and Twilight.”
At first I was like -__- but then I was like w/e, because the last thing you want to be is a Patton Oswalt about these things.
The Stryker Story