On How Murder Ballads Helped
Country Death Song by the Violent Femmes? Love that one.
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On Friday Open Thread
@halfheartedyoga Hey, been there! LDR on opposite sides of country for 3 years. Visits every 3 or 5 months. After 3 years I was ready to just ask "so what are we going to do? You going to move here or what ?" scary, yes, but necessary at this point, right? Even if the decision is to continue as is, because perhaps you're both totally happy with uber alone time, it's good to make sure you both understand what each other wants from this situation. BTdubs - he moved, we lived together for 3 years, did another 3 LDR years and are now together on his side of the country. Long distance can work. Don't be afraid to talk to the dude you lurve!
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On How I Got Rich Working at the Mall (Just Kidding)
@cherrispryte Erm...one puffy down coat, a good wool coat, a fake wool coat, gorgeous 1950's cherry-red dress coat, red leather jacket, black and white leather jacket, red suede jacket, shades of blue suede jacket, two velvet blazers, vintage houndstooth capelet, and uh... those are the ones I collected while sweltering in the desert. Now that I'm in a (supposedly) cold climate, Imma wear the shee-it out of my outerwear!
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On Ask a Non-Monogamous Couple
It's getting a little... Jezebel-y up in here. Think I'm gonna go clean my palate with a little Qream and Gawker.
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On Really Good Books About Real Murder
@Nicole Cliffe It's a good story (World Fair! Murder hotel!) but the writing is... not. I also feel if an author's taking so much liberty in re-imagining scenes the end result should be a damn sight more interesting.
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On The Life Cycle of a Liquor Promotion
@Emby Oh AZ, with your crazy drive-through liquor stores that will even serve a pack of thirsty pedestrians. I think of you every time I visit these Eastern Trader Joe's and gaze forlornly at the corner where the two buck chuck should be.
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On Unmet Demands and the Eternal "Are You Sure You're Sure You're Sure?"
@Maud Told my very good friend (a fully grown-ass woman, totally hardcore, confident in everything else in life and one HELL of a derby blocker) that her on-again off-again bf was a total juicebox, backed up by quotes of things he's actually said to her. I said I was worried because of all the times she came to me crying over him instead of smiling. Result? She went out with him instead of coming to my goodbye party the day I moved 2,000 miles away. Two years later we are still friends, she's still with him and I just don't mention him anymore. *shrugs* Sucks but you can't fix someone's life decisions, ultimately you can just be there when they need you (with a big drink, compassion and no told-ya-so's).
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On Friday Bargain Bin: What to Do With Your Allowance This Week
Oh, Holga with filters and multiple lenses I may need you. Yes, you're a bit cheap and vulgar but then again, so am I. That's a pretty good deal for a real film camera with those accessories. You'll match nicely with my old Pentax K1000 that was recently unearthed, along with memories of many high school hours spent in the darkroom.
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On It Grows Back
Seriously, what is with people touching our peachfuzz without asking! The creepiest time I was cranially fondled was at a club. I was standing on a balcony looking for my friends so we could leave when a guy came up behind me and ran his hand along my head. He actually traced the scar
exposed from a previous scalp-meets-door-hinge injury. Yaugh, it was was so creepy! I may have yelled something slightly profane and got the hell out of there.
This is wonderfully written and so similar to my experience. Although I shaved mine for the first time because of the previously mentioned scar-making incident. Since I already had a big piece shaved off at the crown, why not finish the job? That was my mom's argument and I thought it a good one. I love the showers after there's some fuzz, when you run your hand over your wet bristles and it feels like velvet.
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On Really Good Books About History: Part One
Does anyone else love 'Down And Out In Paris and London' by Orwell as much as I do, with his descriptions of trudging along the poor house routes? I re-read that one a lot and it came up in conversation this weekend, while discussing the weird reality of very high-end restaurants having filthy kitchen bowels.