Tuesday, October 13, 2009
RAWR
Since Jim is suffering from a humor fail:
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October 13th, 2009 at 8:43 pm
How dare you make a joke about the objectification of women plumbers and bikini-wearing transconventional cootie-conventioneers and stuff! You must be one of those horrible, sexist, misogynistic nerdy men, Michelle! You should be more open-minded and something! People don’t take me seriously! My feet are cold! I want a cookie!
October 13th, 2009 at 9:06 pm
I want a cookie, too.
October 13th, 2009 at 10:03 pm
Coincidentally, I have cookies here.
But you have to come get them.
October 13th, 2009 at 10:14 pm
Also:
Oh NOES! You got HUMOR in my ANGST!
October 14th, 2009 at 12:13 am
Oh wait, I shouldn’t be lecturing you about sexism. Only about humor.
I have been denied cookies all day. Seriously. I tried to get one on my way back from a lunch meeting and the lady at the coffee shop discovered they were ALL OUT. And I WANTED ONE. But I COULDN’T HAVE ONE. They had scones and danishes, but NO COOKIES FOR ME. A private attorney who was in line behind me gently suggested I could get a scone, but even the lady who runs the coffee shop agreed SCONES =/= COOKIES. Which, meaning no disrespect for my colleague, is a lesson I thought Sesame Street had successfully imparted to EVERYBODY. I mean, there’s no such thing as a SCONE MONSTER, now, is there? Of course not. That would be silly.
Well FINE. I didn’t want a stoopid cookie anyway.
October 14th, 2009 at 12:24 pm
Yes, there seemed to be a ganging up on Jim yesterday, which, IMHO, wasn’t deserved and reflected the past experience of the commentators more than if Jim’s joke was humorous or not.
Jim must have forgotten to wear his, “I am not your old boyfriend” t-shirt yesterday.
October 22nd, 2009 at 11:38 pm
I must be a bad female. I *like* the slave girl outfit! I wish I had the figure to wear one. (In the privacy of my home, unfortunately, since I wouldn’t really like the attention it would attract.)