it’s me he was shushing, he was trying to sleep at the time of reading.
we’ll have turkey, garlic mashed potato, gravy, stuffing, cranberry, vegetables, salad. i have to order the turkey soon because fresh turkeys are usually only required here at christmas, last year i had to get a frozen one and it didn’t defrost on time, it was annoying.
and we’ll have pumpkin pie, and probably fresh berries and gelato, it’s summer here.
last year we had our thanksgiving on the saturday and it was election day here and john howard lost everything, it was very great.
your thanksgiving dinner sounds awesome and i wish it was in front of me right now
i wish you would be there dressed in your santa suit.
that’s what all the ladies say
ho ho ho
this morning f. was walking our dog and he saw this mean neighbour of ours and her terrible little angry dog and the dog was jumping up at f. and she said, ‘it’s because you’re eating a banana, he loves bananas, can he have a bit,’ so f. broke a piece off and the dog scarfed it down and then the neighbour lady suddenly lunged at the banana and dug her fingers right into it to get more for her dog. f. was taken aback, he threw the rest of it in the trash.
lol!
last week i saw her angrily waving a tennis racquet at some birds, she looked demented and the birds seemed bored, they flapped around a bit then landed back where they’d been at the beginning of the row.
is she a tennis player in addition to being completely crazy and awful?
i know she is a golfer, i’m not sure about tennis.
the truth of the matter is that we sort of enjoy her. you can see her frown from 500 yards away.
i bet you make good stuffing
lol
my secret ingredient is crushed nuts.
crushed nuts??
i think i’m going to retire ashton for awhile.
posting that ashton post felt forced and pretty joyless.
yeah if you kept posting that face it would stay that way
in our minds
i was pleased to see ashton, i’m not tired of it at all.
estela do you like flann o’brien?
i haven’t read him, but i like the sound of him. do you like him?
One of The Third Policeman’s many footnotes speculates that Kraus and du Garbandier, two of de Selby’s commentators, were one and the same person. We learn that another de Selby expert, Hatchjaw, is arrested for impersonating himself; and the possibility is mentioned that Hatchjaw was not Hatchjaw at all, but “either another person of the same name or an impostor.”
This ludicrous situation is one which O’Brien and friends attempted with great success to play out in real life, hijacking the letters page of the Irish Times with a host of letters written under false names. The letters formed a kind of chain, with O’Brien often sneering at letters he himself had written under a different name. The modern-day Irish Times will not publish pseudonymous letters, and requests that writers provide a phone number so that their identities can be verified; but at the time, editor R. M. Smyllie, encouraged no doubt by the rising circulation, gave O’Brien his own column on the strength of the letters controversy (which he himself even joined in).
estela, making double-o funnies since 2001
are the o’s the same size or is one larger than the other with an underscore separating them.
lo_Ol
not sure why lxy wants to discount your 90s work—some of your best imo—but hey, we’re our own people
probably it’s because i’m a no_Ob
i am trouble from procrastinating and it’s not the kind of trouble i <3.
lxy and jergins’ board
first and best procrastination resource on the net
free cheap and easy
safe and mostly anonymous
this truly is the best<3
oXO
you should read the 3rd policeman, i think its very funny
i dreamt you came to seattle to settle outstanding back tax issues from batman II
a goth accountant, who would have thought
later i went to a restaraunt and in a mix of french and english explained bacon to a gathering
was i wearing black lipstick and carrying a calculator, because if so it was definitely just a dream.
hi estela i hope you are doing fine
i might be interested in knowing where estela has been
she’s away but i’m sure she is thinking about us while she’s gone, just as we are thinking about her
that sounds like something a mom would say to her child when the dad has been sent to prison or is off on vacation with his mistress.
lingy, i’m not your daddy.
i went to nz for a few days to see someone who is very ill, partly from cancer and partly from chemotherapy. i did think about you all while i was gone<3, and i thank you for thinking about me.
sorry to hear about your friend, e
yeah, best wishes
thinking of you, <3
thank you<3
You were missed, estela. Welcome Back!
i’ll be here all week.
hello estela! i also missed you!
where will you be next week?
perth comedy underground, no wifi :(
hi tehresa!
next week i’ll be here all week as well.
what a run! and at the peak of holiday entertainment season!
i hope you got a good box office split.
haha that’s cute
this morning f. was walking our dog and he saw this mean neighbour of ours and her terrible little angry dog and the dog was jumping up at f. and she said, ‘it’s because you’re eating a banana, he loves bananas, can he have a bit,’ so f. broke a piece off and the dog scarfed it down and then the neighbour lady suddenly lunged at the banana and dug her fingers right into it to get more for her dog. f. was taken aback, he threw the rest of it in the trash.
― estela, Sunday, 16 November 2008 07:48 (1 month ago)
so this is where you’ve been talking about me behind my back, estela!!!
oh shit
!!!!!!????!!!!/&@
it’s either ruby (i hope so) or the banana gouger from up the street.
have you heard tap tap tapping in the night? noticed an unusual amount of grime on the keyboard when you wake? odd smudges on the monitor?
has your little pet been casting side-long glances at you?
looks like the doggie typing lessons paid off!
or it could be ruby.
!! maybe it is my little dog and he spelt smooch operator wrong.
but it’s probably ruby, and if so, where is she? she should be posting.
why, hello there
there is no suggestban here, it feels like utopia
dear estela’s doggie and/or ruby
probably it feels like utopia because it is the color of jaffas
yes i did notice that. also: now i know where you guys have been hiding all this time, and i feel like i have been excluded from a secret club. if i am estela’s dog i am putting my tail between my legs and hiding under the table.
it’s like lost. you don’t find the island, it finds you.
dear ruby, i thought you knew about this board, i was sure you were a poster here before i ever was, i was sad you had stopped posting here, i realise now i was wrong on all counts.
dear lxy, the board truly is the colour of jaffas, i thought that as soon as i saw it.
i will now record small stories sent to estela by txt
when i was in kindergarten i pretended to learn french. my parents still don’t know that i was just copying my sister.
when i was in 1st grade i started talking like a “hick” boy i liked, saying things like “i reckon” and “i ain’t” and “VE-hicle.” my parents disapproved.
a mean boy made fun of the girls who tried out for the 2nd grade solo, so the teacher made him sing I Love You Truly in front of the whole class. still lolling.
my 3rd grade teacher shamed me for spelling alaska wrong on a test, because my family was moving there at the end of the school year. “you of all people!”
in 4th grade i did a report on new zealand featuring a papier mache kiwi.
in 5th grade music class we learned to play the tonette, sort of a clarinet-organ amalgam. there was also a girl in my class named Tonette.
my 6th grade reading group recorded a play with a character named Phoebe. they got mad at me when we learned it wasn’t pronounced “fobe.” i was good a phonics.
7th grade was a nightmare. boys on the bus spit on the windows and talked about wet dreams. i tried to pretend like i didn’t exist.
i was in love with my 8th grade history teacher. he drove a baby blue opel.
tried to convince my mom i could ride my bike 5 miles to the busstop so i wouldn’t have to change schools. but no i had to go to the yucky school for 9th grade.
10: dated mike for 2 weeks. saw him once during that time, at a church xmas party. he gave me a janky bottle of oldlady perfume. broke up with him over the phone.
got a mad crush on a guy who was into Devo; traded my AC/DC 8 track for Elvis Costello. tried to see The Knack but it was sold out. saw The Cars instead.
12th grade is when i learned to lie, to my teachers, to my parents, to my sister. it served me well in college.
freshman: a-plus party girl, c-minus student. learned to drink and screw but not much else. fell for a gay boy, the first of many. discovered i love to dance.
estela told me she got an iphone and has had it for weeks. f. keeps bugging her about getting it set up but she won’t because she doesn’t want to change out her simcard for fear of losing “lxy’s life history in txt.”
i told her i had recorded them on our board and could send to her in email, so she’s going to switch out phones before she goes to sydney.
that man is a saint, he’s got to be!
hahaa
a) i had the worst time figuring out how to get this embedded. turns out you don’t have to do anything lol.
b) i forgot this thread is on l&j oopsie.
2x lol
oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf
i am in earl’s court in london but we only arrived last night so have not seen much of it yet apart from walking around the neighborhood.
I had a book that compiled a selection of those flann o’brien letters it was v funny even tho i was only small. It was the first book i ever stole i didnt think anyone else using the school library would love it like i did
i expect that book was just about worth all the trouble, but not by miles or anything
The book was called “miles of myles” fyi
During the late 1960s a large transient population of Australia and New Zealand travellers began to use Earls Court as a UK hub and over time it gained the name ‘Kangaroo Valley’
the last time i was in dublin my flight arrived super early in the am so i spent the bulk of the morning wandering around trinity college and watching some weird pre-graduation(?) ceremony until i could check-in to my hotel.
how is your francais functioning??
pas mal (most of the time) but i definitely speak better than i comprends because people talk so very quickly. my ear has started to adjust though, i picked up more of what was being said to me today than i did yesterday.
we are in nice until tomorrow, it is very lovely. today we drove to monaco and menton and we popped into italy for a quick visit.