tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post115251888051082974..comments2023-09-11T22:55:01.527+08:00Comments on As I Was Passing: The More You Ignore MeJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152665848850172602006-07-12T08:57:00.000+08:002006-07-12T08:57:00.000+08:00PTB: I think you should share with the whole class...PTB: I think you should share with the whole class.Nessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152630925563618052006-07-11T23:15:00.000+08:002006-07-11T23:15:00.000+08:00This has to be one of the wierdest comment board I...This has to be one of the wierdest comment board I've ever seen or been a part of.<BR/><BR/>Sorry about the bedtime images, though the look of mild, inquiring surprise is probably exactly exactly the expression I would have.<BR/><BR/>Vice grips, on the other hand, only insinuate the sort of pain that I'm not into.<BR/><BR/>I hunt around for the story. It's not great writing, but it's fun.Erratic Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18293973257143974041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152627126247741962006-07-11T22:12:00.000+08:002006-07-11T22:12:00.000+08:00Quasar: What else do you curl up in bed with? I me...Quasar: What else do you curl up in bed with? I mean other than the teddy?<BR/><BR/>Quilly: I like your style.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152594846412558562006-07-11T13:14:00.000+08:002006-07-11T13:14:00.000+08:00You do realize of course when I really want to cas...You do realize of course when I really want to castrate a man I just use words; very effective and virtually bloodless -- at least visually.Charlene Amsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15417995779960967945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152590507272970952006-07-11T12:01:00.000+08:002006-07-11T12:01:00.000+08:00Quilly - I go in the path of all the castrating fe...Quilly - I go in the path of all the castrating females before me - Medea, Klytemnestra....oh dear, there must be a better way than vice grips!Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152589913869311642006-07-11T11:51:00.000+08:002006-07-11T11:51:00.000+08:00Jenn, I guarantee with the vice grips you will NOT...Jenn, <BR/><BR/>I guarantee with the vice grips you will NOT be ignored. In fact, I can pretty much guarantee that the fella would never come close enough to you to ignore you again.<BR/><BR/>I can't guarantee you won't end up in a 5x5 cell with steel window and door decor.Charlene Amsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15417995779960967945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152588558934813042006-07-11T11:29:00.000+08:002006-07-11T11:29:00.000+08:00Quasar: Well you have been an active bunny (and no...Quasar: Well you have been an active bunny (and not the boiled variety I might add - here's hoping Glenn Close doesn't get you). I notice that you edit the comments (on your site) for tone. Interesting.<BR/><BR/>PTB: I would just have you know that I went to bed with images of you astride a pot of boiling water. On your face there was an expression of mild, inquiring surprise. I alternated between fits of giggles and spasms of empathetic ouching. Would like to read your story. Maybe you can email it to me.<BR/><BR/>Nessa: Yup. Frigging hilarious. Don't worry, I don't think Quasar is about to go "secret". Hahahahaha.<BR/><BR/>Quilly: Vice grips? Serious OUCH!Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152565804252914862006-07-11T05:10:00.000+08:002006-07-11T05:10:00.000+08:00Quasar9: Don't go all secret with your comments. I...Quasar9: Don't go all secret with your comments. I love to live vicariously through others. How else will I get my jollies?Nessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152562012985314282006-07-11T04:06:00.000+08:002006-07-11T04:06:00.000+08:00Jenn, forget boiling bunnies -- vice grips."Nuf sa...Jenn, forget boiling bunnies -- vice grips.<BR/><BR/>"Nuf said?Charlene Amsdenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15417995779960967945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152550871879774732006-07-11T01:01:00.000+08:002006-07-11T01:01:00.000+08:00You all are so funny.You all are so funny.Nessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152550282403492232006-07-11T00:51:00.000+08:002006-07-11T00:51:00.000+08:00Any contrivance meant to boil, microwave, sautee, ...Any contrivance meant to boil, microwave, sautee, sear, broil, roast, fry, simmer, or julienne my precious rabbits is a fell one indeed.<BR/><BR/>btw: I once wrote a story (called The Janitor Mafia) in which a guy gets his pubes seared off, one by one, with a knife dipped in hot oil. I wasn't too graphic about it, prefering to let one's imagingation fill in the pain.<BR/><BR/>Why was this punishment doled out you might ask? For consistently being a slob in public bathrooms. And it is only now, five years later, that I realize I've had major issues with public restrooms my whole life.Erratic Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18293973257143974041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152548632283404752006-07-11T00:23:00.000+08:002006-07-11T00:23:00.000+08:00Past midnight. I am a creature of the night. Somet...Past midnight. I am a creature of the night. Sometimes I walk through empty streets and smile hopefully up into the face of sinister strangers. They move away quickly.<BR/><BR/>Oh well.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152547462726038422006-07-11T00:04:00.000+08:002006-07-11T00:04:00.000+08:00LMFAO! Oh goodness Bo! You ARE a writer...that pic...LMFAO! Oh goodness Bo! You ARE a writer...that picture was priceless!<BR/><BR/>"fell contrivance" reminds me of LOTR.<BR/><BR/>"There is a fell voice in the air."<BR/><BR/>"It is Saruman!"Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152545552330955232006-07-10T23:32:00.000+08:002006-07-10T23:32:00.000+08:00I'm a little comfused as well. Personally, if a wo...I'm a little comfused as well. Personally, if a woman told me she'd like to boil my rabbits, I'd think I was in for a really good time. But then, I'm incredibly naive that way and wouldn't figure it out until she had me strapped to some fell contrivance with a tripod, pot, and a bunsen burner between my legs.Erratic Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18293973257143974041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152543291057954502006-07-10T22:54:00.000+08:002006-07-10T22:54:00.000+08:00I thought she put the rabbit in the microwave.I re...I thought she put the rabbit in the microwave.<BR/><BR/>I read that the original script was much simpler. Just Glenn Close calling over and over again until the wife picked up the phone. And then, blackout.<BR/><BR/>Now I am gonna sit here and try to figure out what you mean by I hope she doesn't boil my rabbit. Hmmmmm a few possibilities spring to mind...but how does one boil something like that? It would present an interesting problem.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152543087780581532006-07-10T22:51:00.000+08:002006-07-10T22:51:00.000+08:00Um...technically she boiled the rabbits. I only po...Um...technically she boiled the rabbits. I only point it because the American Male Psyche has a habit of thinking things like, "I hope she doesn't end up boiling my rabbits." Which, if you don't get the reference, sounds much dirtier.Erratic Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18293973257143974041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152542732531926272006-07-10T22:45:00.000+08:002006-07-10T22:45:00.000+08:00Quasar: All over me? Oh my. Hmmm I can't answer yo...Quasar: All over me? Oh my. Hmmm I can't answer your question. But it isn't you. So I won't be sitting across from you at a bar, bashing my head, and staring you down, sending you a beer with crushed glass inside, and smiling through my bleeding gums or roasting your bunny (actually I would never ever roast a bunny)<BR/><BR/>PTB: Hahahahaha...really? I never watched that movie but I do understand that it had enormous impact on the American male psyche. <BR/><BR/>I will not be ignored, Dan?<BR/><BR/>I know just how she feels.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152536722160336082006-07-10T21:05:00.000+08:002006-07-10T21:05:00.000+08:00"I will not be ignored Dan."Ever since Glenn Close..."I will not be <I>ignored</I> Dan."<BR/><BR/>Ever since Glenn Close uttered this line in that terrifying way I have thought it a basic survival skill not to ignore a woman intentionally. Though trouble of this variety has occasionally found me, it's usually because of my rampent obliviousness than anything.<BR/><BR/>And be assured that I will not ignore you whilst on the Malaysian leg of my headlining book tour. If memory serves, I owe you dinner (or something), and we have a tea-date (or coffee-date).Erratic Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18293973257143974041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152531808832757602006-07-10T19:43:00.000+08:002006-07-10T19:43:00.000+08:00Nessa: You're sweet. I think we're remarkably simi...Nessa: You're sweet. I think we're remarkably similar. We both hate being ignored. But we don't mind doing the ignoring. Haha.<BR/><BR/>Quasar: Sigh. OK. I am a Drama Queen (I am Indian after all, it's in the blood). And a Snow Queen (I was brought up by parents who were brought up under the British). So I alternative between high drama and freezing coldness. But then you had me all figured out already, hadn't you?Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14359604151544863025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17639529.post-1152525709231652862006-07-10T18:01:00.000+08:002006-07-10T18:01:00.000+08:00I find it hard to believe that anyone would or cou...I find it hard to believe that anyone would or could ignore you. <BR/><BR/>But I think I understand the rage of being ignored. I hate being ignored: love me, hate me, but don't pretend I'm not there. It pisses me off. <BR/><BR/>I'll invade, too, if I feel ignored. Once I've breached the beach though I'll go away. I've proved my point and now I can do the ignoring.Nessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094noreply@blogger.com