Month: October 2003
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dan cleanses his palate
Ew! Ew ew ew ew ew. I once knew a boy whose hatred of Boufant Ben was so strong and pointed that even a photograph of him in a magazine would send the boy into a mad rage, causing him to slam his closed fist down on the photo repeatedly and scream “aaaaah!” Because if…
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dan and pam are their own best friendsters
So I broke up with Friendster over two weeks ago. Not one withdrawl symptom. Of course, I did save all of my testimonials, because some of them were from people who hadn’t emailed me in years.
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why pamie didn’t have an entry this week.
I was busy recapping this episode of Everwood so AB can become a homeowner.
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affleck’s head, shoulders
I finally found someone who hates Ben Affleck more than my mother does. Also: I’ll pay someone to send me copies of those hair commercials. My mom has an irrational anger toward him, to the point where she thinks that duck is selling Ben Affleck’s insurance. “Why does he whine all the time?” she asks.…
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wendy’s on a mission.
It’s anti-Jemima J week at Pound. Part of me reads it with my eyes half-shut, imagining what people would say if there was an anti-Anna K week. The rest of me is more than elated — the publishing house that did JJ turned down Why Girls Are Weird in 2001, claiming that the two books…
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Blaine Watch
It’s getting ugly. “Those cruel Brits continue to attack David Blaine, and now one of them is really hitting below the belt. The illusionist has been dangling in a box over London, and has been hit with eggs, paint balls and visions of various body parts by unappreciative crowds. Now, The News of the World…
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pamie went to high school in the Town Without Hope
Tracie’s right. It is a little scary, Dan. But luckily, as I have no musical talents in the slightest, I can only read songs as tiny Dr. Seuss poems. And your song is fantastic in over-stressed iambic pentameter. (Thank you for the story) Still waiting on plumbers. And the phone’s broken today. You can hear…
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Dan tells a story, adds a song cue. And a song.
Tell a story? With pleasure, Pamela. With self-celebrating pleasure. As some of you may be aware as a result of the shamelessly self-whoring amount of linking that goes on around da blog, I am one of three collaborators of a musical. This musical has been in development for some time now, and, in its earliest…
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pam is procrastinating.
Dan, I’m bored. Tell me a story. We’re having some serious water issues in the house. Specifically, when we turn the water on the house wails and moans like the poltergeists are about to cave it in. It’s been two weeks of dealing with plumbers, each one more confused than the other, and now one…
