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I didn't know what HND meant so, feeling old and uncool, I looked it up on Urban Dictionary. Did you know that you've been referenced on Urban Dictionary under HND? New level of internet icon!
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Ah, yes. I just need 150 more upvotes to overtake the number one definition of “Hemorrhaging Neuter Dance”, and then… fame! I can almost taste it!
Posted January 30, 2012 at 7:43pm
Every so often, I hear from one of these kids — the best way I can think of to describe them is as a sort of teenage-edition Uncle Tom — who are all, “But seriously, kids these days! They drink, and they do drugs, and they’re all obsessed with sex! Is this what our society is coming to?”
And somewhere, an aging alumnus of the sexual revolution is like, “You’re cute.”
(via writingaces, bookshelves)
GAH. I used to have these book plates when I was a little kid; I think there was a place at the bottom to write your name/address, so that if you lost your book it could be returned. Nostalgia punch!
a moment of pride
This afternoon, Brad and I decided on a whim to go see a matinee showing of “The Grey”. Great movie, great way to kill a few hours on a Saturday… that is, until almost exactly halfway through the film — right at this super-serious, super-quiet, dialogue-driven part where the guys are sitting around a campfire and discussing their various reasons to live — when the entire theater is suddenly filled with the chorus of “Crazy Train”.
Because lo, some dude in the back has forgotten to turn off his cell phone.
Needless to say, people started tsk-tsking and throwing shade — I mean, not silencing your cell during a movie is bad enough, but if your ringtone is “Crazy Train”, you really have an extra moral obligation to turn that shit off — but it gets worse: Cell Phone Guy isn’t having it. Not only does he subject us all to a fourth tinny round of “Going off of the rails on a crazy tray-ain!” while he fumbles around with the phone, he then puts it to his ear, answers it, and starts having a conversation at normal volume level.
“Hey man, what’s up.”
“Oh, really?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him around today, but what are you doing later?”
…During which time he is completely drowning out what might have been a very important monologue by Liam Neeson explaining just where he learned his astonishing wolf-punching skills, and which continues through multiple hisses of “Shhhh!”, and one person turning around and saying, “Seriously?”.
At which point it becomes clear that a) this guy is an paralleled specimen of douchebaggery, and b) nobody in the incredibly conflict-averse audience cares enough about Liam Neeson’s exposition to do what needs to be done.
At which point, fueled by a surge of righteous rage — because I don’t care who you are, when Liam Neeson is talking, you are shutting the fuck up — I draw myself up to my full five-feet-and-three-inches of height and yell, “HEY! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”
And he does.
I WIN!
memories
- Noah: do you remember the flossing sign in the dentist office on our street growing up?
- me: you don't have to floss all your teeth, just the ones you want to keep!
- Noah: yeah
- Noah: that sign
- Noah: sticks with me constantly
- me: dude me too
- Noah: every time i go into a dentist office and they ask me about flossing
- Noah: that sign pops into my mind
- Noah: and yet... i still have all my teeth.
- Noah: fucking lying-ass sign
- me: and remember that other sign
- me: where it said "if you don't brush twice a day, the dentist will come to your house and kill your whole family"
- Noah: that one never really got to me
competitive dentistry
- Noah: considering how long it's been i did pretty well. only 2 cavities.
- me: ew, you had cavities?
- Noah: 2 small ones
- me: failure
Posted January 26, 2012 at 3:48pm
Gender bias at NPR — and what it reveals about the world of literary fiction
The truth is that major publishers put out more books written by men than women. Print publications write more about books written by men. NPR discusses more books written by men. Unsurprisingly, the best seller list is dominated by books written by men: men outnumbered women 25 to 11 on last year’s number-one-best-seller fiction charts. And to be honest, I’m not innocent of this either — in the last calendar year, of the 76 books I wrote about, 42 were by men and only 34 were by women.
Clearly, female novelists have neither the cultural capital nor the financial capital that male novelists do. When will people face up to that? And when will it change?
(Source: malindalo, via writingaces)
