The fine art of insults:
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play, bring a friend... if you have one."
George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second...if there is one."
Winston Churchill, in response
Utter cattiness from two of the world's finest. Although... Wilde had both of them beaten, I think.
"A publicist, nowadays, is a man who bores the community with the details of the illegalities of his private life." — I guess self-publicists, bloggers and comments sections definitely count, then...
edited 3rd Nov '13 5:11:44 PM by Euodiachloris
rollin' on dubs
On the art of insults, in Newsweek a loooong time ago there was this exchange between an artist and a Caustic Critic:
Artist: The lead dog always gets bitten in the ass.
Critic: You're not the lead dog just because your ass is bleeding.
I tried to walk like an Egyptian and now I need to see a Cairo practor....
rollin' on dubs
ZOMG I found it:
The Greatest Literary Feuds
The daily Beast:
Mailer vs. Wolfe...Cool vs. Awesome for English Majors....
edited 3rd Nov '13 6:15:42 PM by TairaMai
I tried to walk like an Egyptian and now I need to see a Cairo practor....
rollin' on dubs
So I came home from work yesterday, and I walked into my bedroom - which I share with my brother - and tripped on his open toolbox. (It's a small room.) Ended up smashing into both the bed and the cupboard. (It's a very small room.) Apparently, this was my fault, because lack of spatial awareness is soooo easily correctable.
...Somehow, only sustained a bruise to the thigh and a slightly sore shoulder respectively, but it's days like these that leave me wondering if I'll make it to my next birthday with all my vital organs intact.
edited 5th Nov '13 3:58:40 AM by Pyrite
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.Ouch. I hate when that happens.
I dropped the CO 2 canister for the Sodastream on my foot yesterday and it hurts.
edited 5th Nov '13 6:50:35 AM by blackcat
rollin' on dubs
Momma had a neighbor lady who cleaned our house and used to babysit me. Nice lady, but she loved her some mop & glow. So much that one day my 8 year old self ran into the freshly waxed kitchen in socks... ..and promptly ate sh_t.
One of the many reasons I'm a barefooter.
At least I got to have cookies with my brusied kidneys.
I tried to walk like an Egyptian and now I need to see a Cairo practor....I just returned from a bar. When I was there, I was thinking, "Maybe today I will get drunk enough to drunk-post here."
So I drank:
- 1 tall glass of beer
- 1 rum + coke
- 1 Whiskey + coke
- 1 gin + tonic.
There was this girl and when she saw me oneshotting the tall glass of beer, she was like "No way. Why would you do that?" I never saw her before, so it must have been that stupid.
When I finished drinking all those, she said, "You better stop drinking. In ten minutes it's going to hit slam you."
I thanked her, wondering what she meant by that. I asked her, and apparently I would be vomiting. I waited five minutes, but no vomit came.
Instead, I began laughing. For ten minutes.
When I stopped laughing, she explained to me that I was supposed to drink one drink per hour, not drown four drinks in five minutes (apparently that's what I did). I asked my friend who worked at the bar if I was drunk, and he said I was hammered. Really? Because I certainly had enough presence of mind, it's just that my speech was a bit blurry (I was never a very good speaker anyway) and I felt a bit shaky.
All in all, I feel rather...fine. I think. I better go to bed, though.
Continuously reading, studying, and (hopefully) growing.

I'm sorry Maddy.
edited 2nd Nov '13 9:28:30 PM by TairaMai
I tried to walk like an Egyptian and now I need to see a Cairo practor....