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Alan - 2006-04-07 11:25:43
If your life was a Jim Jarmusch film (and who's to say it's not), the box of cookies you purchased would be full of diamonds that were being smuggled by angst-ridden Hungarian Yakuza, and low-key action hijinks would ensue.
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Greg - 2006-04-07 11:36:22
Not liking The Liars isn't exactly what you would call a Ramapo Fault. I'd say skip The Liars and go straight to Brooklyn's own Parts & Labor. Their myspace page is http://www.myspace.com/partsandlabor and if you need a fair review of their latest album "Stay Afraid," try Dusted at http://www.dustedmagazine.com/reviews/2785 Oh, and if you don't mind, tell your co-workers that I'll take two boxes of Samoas and two boxes of whatever they call those yummy peanut butter cookies these days. mmmmmmmmmm
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iwombat - 2006-04-07 12:22:49
Those are the Tagalongs, and they say they are the perfect thing for apre divorce snacking.
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Erich K - 2006-04-07 12:28:20
That's funny you mention monkeys. Last night during my long dreams there was a part where I was nervously paging through a book of monkey photographs while avoiding talking to someone and finally I said "What is it that pictures of monkeys make us so happy?"
I dated a girl over the summer who was a notary public as my divorce was being readied. I went to meet her in central park (to break up with her) and told her to bring her notary stamp. She the girl I was seeing notarized my divorce papers, then we broke up a few days later! All I could think of was how grateful I am for the rich vein of irony that runs through my life.
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erichk9 - 2006-04-07 12:29:51
DAMN, sorry for the bad spelling -- always edit your posts, I forgot that part
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Greg - 2006-04-07 12:48:44
Apparently there was a big uproar in the South Pacific Islander community and the elves that bake girlscout cookies have gone and changed the names of the cookies: Samoas are now Caramel Delites and Tagalongs are Peanut Butter Sandwiches... just waiting for angry cheerleaders to start in on the Cartwheels.
http://www.girlscoutcookiesabc.com/atc/default.asp Seriously though, I'm really hungry now.
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Paula - 2006-04-07 12:51:28
low-key action hijinks
I think that sums up my life pretty well.
Tagalongs
...which I always pronounce ta-GOLL-ongs, like the language, much to nobody's amusement.
notary stamp
Talk about lowkey action hijinks. I had a boyfriend who wrote a song for me called "The Notary Waltz" because I'd mentined that I would like to become a Notary Public.
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amatt - 2006-04-07 13:22:37
Your me/coworker story reminds me of one, if I may use your blog as such:
Me: (calling from train platform) Stu! I just saw someone get run over by a train. It was pretty screwed up!
Stu: So what time do you think you will be in?
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Paula - 2006-04-07 13:24:53
Oh, god--did you really? when? what station? did you actually see him/her go under the wheels? Ack.
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Flasshe - 2006-04-07 15:05:29
...which I always pronounce ta-GOLL-ongs, like the language, much to nobody's amusement.
Hee! That amused me>. And I ain't just suckin' up.
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Jens Carstensen - 2006-04-07 17:47:38
Actually, the best way to listen to Liars (kinda), while still skipping them, is checking out the n0-things. It's the old Liars' rhythm section, teamed with a much less annoying front person.
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2fs - 2006-04-08 17:51:55
Shows how dumb I am: I just assumed they were called "Tagalongs" as in "tag along." Although why you'd call a peanut butter cookie that, I don't know. Why you'd call a bean burrito that would make an unfortunate kind of sense.
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