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I was really profoundly shocked at my reaction to it - I really value PP's contributions here, he is good people and it was such a headfuck to read, especially as it basically launched into the whole "okay it's cancer" thing rather than all the wondering/hoping it's going to be okay that I'm sure everyone does when they have health worries. Beautifully written too, you're right.

One of the things that I really appreciate about it is that he doesn't hold back on the details of what chemo was like for him, and aspects of disease that people Don't Talk About outside of a medical setting (i.e. diarrhea).

I have known a few people with cancer and most of that gets glossed over, and of course we're socialized not to refer to things like colostomies, etc.

i am sort of at a loss to respond to him, actually. i hate the idea of being pat or sounding condescending with a 'you are brave' kind of response, but i want to convey that i do think those things, and that i am incredibly grateful for him posting his story, especially the icky bits that don't get discussed. and a private email seems a little invasive ...

I don't think that sounds pat or condescending, but I understand exactly where you are coming from, remy. I'm sure what I wrote was entirely idiotic sounding, but what the hell, it was sincere.

Sara OTM

I have long suspected that 99.9999% of the internet would not miss the decidedly mundane results of all the hand-wringing insanity that must go on behind the scenes for the tombot to post something as simple and benign and straightforward as "condolences" or "happy birthday" so I just quit

When they start passing those office cards around, though, oh my fucking god.

Let's all take Tombot to TGIFs for his birthday.

Anyplace where the waiters sing to you.

hooters

Anyplace where the hooters sing to you.

where every titty knows your name
and they're always glad you came

"Glad" might be an overemphasis.

...talking titties?

dan is getting slower in our advanced age

tittieradar has been compromised

it's a tittiemergency

titastrophy

call the T.W.A.T. team

The only thing missing from the last few posts is a bad cup of Perkins coffee. You guys haven't changed.

Oddly, I mean that as a compliment.

http://www.spillingcoffee.com/images/bikinicoffee.jpg

HI DERE INDEED

that is seriously the last thing I need to deal with when I stagger in for my first 500ml of the day

I suppose it is just the nursing school thing, but when I read, "first 500 ml of the day," I read that as "urine."

i read it as motor oil

keeps a tombot going

"oof, monday, ugh, work, ehhh, brains at suboptimal, need coffee. get up, go get coffee, doot da doo what TITS YAAAAAAHHH ^?^?^?^?^?^?^?^?^?^?

tombot surprisingly easily alarmed

Well... yes and no.

I mean, I get the whole hassle of not really being awake and hating the world and just wanting to pour hot caffeine down your gullet so you can approach some semblance of sanity and bolster your ability face a world poised to crotchkick you senseless, but on the other hand BIKINI COFFEE WAU AWESOME!

(xpost oh fuck I'm posting this anyway)

I mean it wouldn't be near as bad as when I was like 20/21 and had this huge ridiculous crush on the girl who worked at the coffee shop next to my dorm and would always fuck up my order unless I basically had it memorized beforehand

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH TITS YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Soulja Boy has an answer for everything.

I have lots of concentration issues that arise from a multiplicity of factors on the average weekday, I don't need cleavage thrown in my face like some kind of final stage boss fight in the game of clarity before I can get my fix

like I have my coffee right now but you can tell it hasn't really kicked in yet because I just typed THAT sentence

cleavage, the sephiroth of concentration

(pre-emptive explanation for Sara: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x45vav_soulja-boy-yah-trick-yahh-video_music)

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH TITS YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Dammit you stole my post.

cleavage, the sephiroth of concentration

That's that one Aesop Rock song, yes?

cleavage, the sephiroth of concentration (like some kind of final stage boss fight in the game of clarity before I can get my fix) - sufjan stephens

I kind of love that my cluelessness about pop culture has sunk in enough that Dan answers my questions before I even ask them.

you guys are mean

You guys, the ILM thread about this song is one of the funniest fucking things ever.

so I'm a prof at a big state school and I found myself kinda rambling at the end of one of my classes today and so to shut myself up I just yelled "YAHHH! TRICK YAHHH!" and ended class; laffs were had by all.

-- Euler, Tuesday, January 22, 2008 3:48 PM (Tuesday, January 22, 2008 3:48 PM) Bookmark Link

In North Seattle, sexy baristas are Chicka Latte's specialty

uff da

"Room for cream, sir?"

Getting the business out of the way bump:

TO MOLLIFY LINGJACKSON OVERDRIVEBERT WHO IS THE SQUEAKY BO, POST ON THIS THREAD AND ONE OF YOUR FRIENDLY ITR MODS WILL TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE WICKED AWESOME, AND POSSIBLY OFFER AN EFFUSIVE STATEMENT OF WHY WE ALL SHARE ENOUGH OF THIS PETTY SQUABBLING AND/OR WHY YOU SHOULD LEAVE YOUR WINE AT THE DOOR

oh, right

Just dotting the i's and crossing the t's here.