Comments on: Life of Riley Week 92

By: Erin

Erin — Thu, 14 May 2009 16:27:19 +0000

My husband had to stop me from reading about the horrible things that can go wrong w/ pregnancy and I’m not even pregnant yet. He was right, you are right. There’s no need to worry about those things, but let #1GF! know that she’s not the only lady that watches or reads those things. No matter how horrible they are…

By: Doles

Doles — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 20:25:54 +0000

I agree with Pablo…we’ll just add a MaBeGroMo earmark to the stimulus package…no one will suspect anything.

By: Pablo

Pablo — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 19:24:24 +0000

You can’t go back to an office. Start an organic farm or a beard church or something. I will bring you a daily tithe.

By: Kirsten

Kirsten — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 16:20:03 +0000

I do agree that Kelly’s is a baseline when judging roast beef. I know there are better places out there, but I’ve been away so long that I couldn’t remember where they were, and Kelly’s was convenient to where we were staying.

By: Jon

Jon — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:01:23 +0000

@Kristen: I know it’s a North Shore icon, but I’m South Side, so I don’t get the big deal about Kelly’s. Don’t throw anything at me.

@Pablo: exactamundo. I couldn’t have said it better.

@macoosh: 1. Sure. 2. I laughed at that typo, but changed it per your mad. editing skills. 3. Minor brain misfires are the best. 4. They have more money at jobs than I have in my desk, so yea. 5. I will admit to using a stronger accent on occasion just to lull some people into a false sense of superiority.

@Doles: I wish I could remember the acting on that one. I get a little more animated and abrasive when talking about insurance company tactics.

By: Doles

Doles — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 19:30:33 +0000

I can’t believe you mentioned “eating sushi off naked hookers”…it reminds me of all the xmas parties when Uncle Billy would make his yearly joke that the sushi was under cooked…the hookers thought he was so funny.

By the way, I still tell people the story of your imitation of an insurance appraiser evaluating your loss(holding a pad and paper)… (I’m papraphrasing..it’s been a while)…”let’s see…you had a light bulb (instead of a chandelier), the rugs were made out of paper…”

By: macoosh

macoosh — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 13:20:02 +0000

a few things:
1. we need to play grass again — i was really getting into it and was bummed we didn’t play a real round. next time. perhaps you guys can come over for dinner soon?

2. tuesday’s post made me gag like, 12 times. And then laugh at this TINY typo that changed the meaning completely: “eating sushi of naked hookers: gone”…. sushi OF naked hookers…. that’s just gross. and most likely diseased.
Just make sure you don’t get any dong juice on it. Hah.

3. For some reason (prolly cuz it’s too early to exist yet), I read “wham biff bam” as “wham biff BARN” And I was like, oooh i want to go to the biff barn… is that in Kingston? Why Kingston you ask? No idea.

4. Are you really going to get a job? REALLY? sigh…

5. i totally thought with the title of saturday’s post that you were going to go to town on our accents in the documentary. my mum’s is the best: “well, i saw the papAH, and i looked at the papAAH and i read the papAAAAAH.” we laughed our asses off the first time we saw it… i never thought her accent was THAT STONG…. i mean, we’re all bad, but dad and i were always the worst. but mum won in that film. At any rate, I’ve had my accent beat out of me by dialect coaches for theatre, and I embrace mine fully. I love it. I will always have it. I’ts a huge security blanket. I will say though, when I use it around certain people, I can see them subtracting points from my assumed intelligence total. So then I throw out a big word and move on with them confusedly in my wake.

By: Pablo

Pablo — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 12:44:30 +0000

Shai Hulud? Your public name shall be Paul Atreides but you must choose the name of manhood. You shall be known as Paul Muad’Dib. That will be your secret name. Double secret probation name.

By: Kirsten

Kirsten — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 04:43:37 +0000

I try not to have a Boston accent when I’m back there, but it comes out when I’m there or even when I talk to my Dad’s family (Mom is from NJ). When I brought Mister back to see the place and meet the family, we pulled up to Kelly’s so he could have a REAL roast beef sandwich, and as soon as I started ordering he declared that I was speaking an entirely different language.

He’s addicted to roast beef sandwiches, btw. I made him a couple for dinner tonite.