Comments on: Slow Night for Television

By: Hap

Hap — Wed, 25 Jan 2006 05:13:44 +0000

Sure, it’s nice to eat at the golden pavilion, but Jade Pagoda also offers carryout. (Avoid their delivery; it’s not always fresh by the time it reaches you.)

By: teahouseblossom

teahouseblossom — Wed, 18 Jan 2006 07:03:59 +0000

So you probably don’t want to go halfsies with a friend, no matter how close, on something that you attach to your what’s-it, right?
And it’s silly that the words in English are so childish. In Chinese I believe it’s called the golden pavilion entrance to the Jade Pagoda.

By: Pants

Pants — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 20:38:40 +0000

I have a friend who calls girl privates “Chang Chang” and boy privates “Chong Chong”.
On a slow day, I let a co-worker talk me into using an electrical massage stimulator on my hands. If Dr. Ho’s system is anything like it I suggest keeping it away from your privates. My hands went into muscle spasms and I couldn’t type for the rest of the day.

By: Sarah

Sarah — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 17:49:33 +0000

You’ve won my utter respect for telling a funny, entertaining story about two bored chicks watching late-night TV.
And Jen? I could send you quite a few links for, uh, pain-relievers, if you’re interested. I’m not a doctor, but I play one on TV.

By: sandra

sandra — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 17:21:40 +0000

I didn’t see it and I’m sold!
I’m actually a total infomercial junkie, known for watching advertorials from start to finish…and at some point, thinking, “well shit, how HAVE I lived this long without a rotisserie and a juicer?! No wonder I’m tired sometimes!” Fortunately, this tendency is balanced by the tendency not to spend money on absolute crap (I save it for unnecessary pants purchases).
My favorite ad: the one for the barley-filled pillow. If I remember correctly, they dropped bowling balls on it from the roof of a building to prove its durability.

By: Jen

Jen — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 13:31:47 +0000

Panthers baby!

By: jenny

jenny — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 01:55:13 +0000

Dear Vivian,
As my dear friend, trusted confidante, and spiritual advisor, I could never yell at you. And after our lengthy discussion on the evils of censorship in the media, I’ve decided that I have no right to stifle anyone’s creative expression. So you keep on keepin’ it real with your tender button.
[but i still contend that “tender button” is 10x dirtier than “hoo-ha”… ]
Love,
Jenny
Fio: Given the fact that I completely blushed at the term “tender button” (not to mention the fact that I’ve now typed that phrase four times), something tells me I’m anything but wild… but thanks!

By: Fiorello La Guardia

Fiorello La Guardia — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 01:38:37 +0000

OMIGOSH…
I am woozing in out between thinking :::::thud:::::
and laughing my head off.
You young’uns ARE sooooo funny!
Jenny, you are completely wild and unpredictable. (dialogue…Maltese Falcon)

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Tue, 17 Jan 2006 00:26:45 +0000

Dear Jenny,
ohmygodi’msosureyoujustyelledatme
Love,
Vivian

By: jenny

jenny — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 23:37:03 +0000

Viv: I didn’t want to have to take this kind of harsh line, but in the future, anyone found using the term “tender button” in reference to anything other than a mushroom will be banned from commenting on this site for a period of one week. During this time, said commentator should think about what they have done.
Neil: “something that gives shocks to the brain to improve blogging capability…” Isn’t that called scotch? And I think the electrodes are needed to help awaken our inner healing capabilities.