tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15930234.post113475138745319286..comments2023-10-01T08:20:44.621-07:00Comments on Writhing in Apathy: The SnowballLarissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04973507475111468033noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15930234.post-1136900448992658372006-01-10T05:40:00.000-08:002006-01-10T05:40:00.000-08:00People who live in glass houses (or whatever the s...People who live in glass houses (or whatever the saying is) shouldn't throw rocks. :)<BR/><BR/>I've posted at least twice since you chastised me for being lazy. When are you going to post again?Voracious Readerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03769572523815827206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15930234.post-1135041213821655672005-12-19T17:13:00.000-08:002005-12-19T17:13:00.000-08:00"The First Time Ever I Body-Slammed A Man"...Pace ..."The First Time Ever I Body-Slammed A Man"...<BR/><BR/>Pace Roberta Flack, that's a potential classic you've got there, i'n'it? I can't wait for the video.<BR/><BR/>(Speaking of which... I forget, was it your alleged foreign video appearances we were discussing weeks ago, or the recently de-Mexicated Cur's?)Michael Schneiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13914109435192248358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15930234.post-1134851626396658852005-12-17T12:33:00.000-08:002005-12-17T12:33:00.000-08:00How I wish I could write humorously! You make me l...How I wish I could write humorously! You make me laugh, a lot. Many thanks to you and Proclus for a good long giggle.Katyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08735700811620271979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15930234.post-1134833948665465162005-12-17T07:39:00.000-08:002005-12-17T07:39:00.000-08:00Oh, whut-Evuh, Broke-lush! I did not trip! I body ...Oh, whut-Evuh, Broke-lush! I did not trip! I body slammed him onto my foot. I remember becaus eit was the very first time I had ever body-slammed a man, and thus the events holds much nostalgic significance in my memory. So put that in your pipe and smoke it!Larissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04973507475111468033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15930234.post-1134808121868627242005-12-17T00:28:00.000-08:002005-12-17T00:28:00.000-08:00Oh-dee-yus should have known better than to provok...Oh-dee-yus should have known better than to provoke Larissa, the steely-eyed virago of Amazonian proportions. Your reaction, no matter how graceless and awkward, was pure self-defense, spawned from the most primordial instinct of self-preservation. Any damage done to o-deus (and to Larissa for that matter) falls under "collateral damage." He SO had it coming.<BR/><BR/>Mess with the best, die like the rest.martinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02585543432458533749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15930234.post-1134791233115402432005-12-16T19:47:00.000-08:002005-12-16T19:47:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.proclushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10373695175699227331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15930234.post-1134788055715889442005-12-16T18:54:00.000-08:002005-12-16T18:54:00.000-08:00As a more-or-less impartial observer, permit me to...As a more-or-less impartial observer, permit me to correct a few liberties you've taken. Firstly, Ms. Werbach was described with many epithets, none of them "venerable." Secondly, you've never made any attempt, in my presence, to control your feistiness. Moreover, the actual sequence of events was somthing like this: Eau d'Yeux picked up the snowball outside Peterson as we were walking to class. When we got inside, he claimed to have an errand to run, bounded down the hall to your classroom, and shouted his notorious line. I recall thinking it awfully sporting of him to give you fair warning. I think his only miscalculation was how much you would overreact at the prospect of his moistening your couture (we see the same theme represented elsewhere in your post). I heard an indignant shriek, and saw you step across the table in hopes of smothering the icy fusillade with a preemptive strike. Your counter-attack, however enthusiastic, nevertheless lacked grace, as you tripped over his foremost leg and fell in his lap. The Guy, gentleman that he is, immediately asked with the tenderest of concern, "Are you all right?," to which you anwered "Yes." Thinking himself thereby absolved of any fault in your self-propelled toppling, he hit you with the snowball, as he'd originally intended, and went to class. I still fail to see how you've claimed to be the victim in this little transaction over the years.proclushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10373695175699227331noreply@blogger.com