Comments on: Hypothetically Speaking

By: TCho

TCho — Wed, 21 Jun 2006 06:48:39 +0000

I’ll be going to Madrid in September. I’m so excited about taking a wine tour.

By: jill

jill — Sat, 03 Jun 2006 05:49:53 +0000

Now, I’m no culinary guru or anything, but I have to question your taste if you’re chasing scotch with oreos. At least you weren’t dipping them. (Um, were you?) Regardless, the play will play out. You’re doing the work, just showing up at the computer. At least that’s what the genius-writer-guru-book people say.

By: jenny

jenny — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 21:51:16 +0000

Sarah: Uh oh – you’re afraid of snakes? Just like Indy. Me? I love ‘em. It’s spiders, centipedes and beetle-like creatures that give me the willies.
Sizz: I wish more people thought drinking alone at home in front of a computer was hot. I’d have far more dates…
Dustin: Arrrr, matey! I cry because ya be after me treasure! Oh wait – that was when I cried the tears of a thousand pirates.
Dear Sandra,
Please start writing about more sex and drinking and drugs and shoplifting and breaking and entering like you used to when you were younger. Sometimes I get sad when you claim to be too hungover to write in me.
Love,
Your Diary

By: sandra

sandra — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 21:40:07 +0000

Dear Diary,
Last night, I intended to do something productive after working a long day. I would write down what that something was, but am too hung over — due to the red wine I consumed instead — to think.
Love,
Sandra

By: Dustin

Dustin — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 19:13:10 +0000

“…cry the tears of a thousand sailors.”
Can I get extra salt with that?

By: ms. sizzle

ms. sizzle — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 16:55:13 +0000

i love that you drink scotch while you defrag your hard drive.
that’s hawt.
sizz

By: Sarah

Sarah — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 05:13:30 +0000

Ahhhh!!! Looks like a scene out of one of my recurring nightmares–one of the 100s of little tiny snakes that come out of the giant snake that they cut up at the dinner table in Raiders of the Lost Ark…or whatever the second movie in that series was called.

By: jenny

jenny — Thu, 01 Jun 2006 22:53:54 +0000

Jess: *sniff* Yes. It’s one in the same. But the waiter PROMISED me that it was just not being offered that night – they still make it as a special. I have no choice but to trust him.
Neil: That’s impossible. I’ve never had an unoriginal idea. And I’ve come up with the perfect name for my original play – which now may become a musical featuring former Monty Python cast members: Spamalot.
Dawn Kelly: It’s NEVER too early for pasta Bolognese!
Tracy Lynn: See above comment…
Shari: Why I oughta…!
Caitlin: Well, let’s say that hypothetically there were actually four Oreos.
Dee-Dee: I’m just glad you and Nat were there to comfort me.
Sunny: My apologies! And yes, I get spammed on a regular basis, hence the need for a play about spam. That nasty Eduardo man is gone now.
asia: I’m telling you – this pasta will make even a tried and true vegan want to eat meat. And I am now writing a special part in my play just for you.

By: asia

asia — Thu, 01 Jun 2006 22:22:05 +0000

The great art works have never been long derailed by a bottle of wine and some oreos. I think you could still write that play. And if I could I would make pasta bolongnese for you.

By: Sunny

Sunny — Thu, 01 Jun 2006 21:15:55 +0000

Y’know, it’s awfully cruel of you to make me crave food when I’ve already packed up all of the edible things in the house. Especially pasta, which is my one great weakness. Meanie.
BTW, did your blog just get spammed? By someone named Eduardo, at that?