tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post6596732626121946889..comments2023-07-10T00:22:11.785-07:00Comments on Yossarian Lives: Scenes from a Marriage: The Cotton China EditionVeenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064708986711901612noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-27481294579130034772007-12-06T10:45:00.000-08:002007-12-06T10:45:00.000-08:00logically, falsie's true mate would have to be som...logically, falsie's true mate would have to be someone who needed a padded.Tabula Rasahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16358094860426062297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-64176735443367540362007-12-06T07:46:00.000-08:002007-12-06T07:46:00.000-08:00Somebody who followed falsie around, but then went...Somebody who followed falsie around, but then went to his blog and proposed marriage would be....? Semi-pyscho? Getting-there pyscho? Doesnt-dare-to-be-fully-pyscho???!https://www.blogger.com/profile/03791417518093723373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-68635804731106937602007-12-06T07:38:00.000-08:002007-12-06T07:38:00.000-08:00kitchen appliances!!!*that's* where the whole babi...kitchen appliances!!!<BR/><BR/>*that's* where the whole babies in microwaves thing came from!!!Tabula Rasahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16358094860426062297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-45878788663886663822007-12-06T07:13:00.000-08:002007-12-06T07:13:00.000-08:00SB: Your defn of psycho is all screwed up, I see. ...SB: Your defn of psycho is all screwed up, I see. Here's the difference:<BR/><BR/>Psychos, if they were intersted in Falstaff (which is such a frightening thought, but hey, we are talking abt psychos) would stalk him. They would turn up at Penn ka library in Philly and look for the guy who comes in everyday with 13 books, follow him home, etc. You get the idea. Normal people (who would have probably watched movies with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan in it) propose marriage on blog and expect to get hitched. <BR/><BR/>See the difference?<BR/><BR/>Oh, and SB, we all realise that you are trying hard to prove you are non-psycho and all but it ain't working alright?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13974629715070715564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-49650079599048994202007-12-06T07:04:00.000-08:002007-12-06T07:04:00.000-08:00*ahem* I'd imagine only psychos would propose marr...*ahem* I'd imagine <I>only</I> psychos would propose marriage via the comments section of a blog - any blog, even Falstaff's. <BR/><BR/>If you needed proof that your readers are not psycho, this is undoubtedly it.Space Barhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08251329008160756254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-82030238828082673612007-12-06T07:01:00.000-08:002007-12-06T07:01:00.000-08:00??!: No, no. All sorts of vague, normal people rea...??!: No, no. All sorts of vague, normal people read and comment on Falsie's blog. You think psychos will proclaim true love in his comments section and ask for his hand in marriage? Yeah right.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13974629715070715564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-42577361267393856742007-12-06T06:42:00.000-08:002007-12-06T06:42:00.000-08:00you do realise that you have just joined the psych...<I>you do realise that you have just joined the psycho / wannabe psycho club</I><BR/> ehh. Thought that had happened the first time I commented on Falsie's blog.??!https://www.blogger.com/profile/03791417518093723373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-84896328649402464432007-12-06T02:53:00.000-08:002007-12-06T02:53:00.000-08:00SB: You might have an ugly fight on your hands. Fa...SB: You might have an ugly fight on your hands. Falsie and n! might have patented this whole kitchen appliances thing.<BR/><BR/>All: In the interest of giving credit when its due and all, here are two suggestions for gifts for Bill for unmentionable special occasion.<BR/><BR/>1) From BM: Nude descending staircase stuck on ceiling (She claims to have gotten this by free association from words ceiling and pretentious). SB suggested just putting up a mirror on the ceiling which might have served the same purpose<BR/><BR/>2) From SB: Video of kitchen appliances. Thankfully, we did not get to the point of what these kitchen appliances will be doing. <BR/><BR/>In case you were wondering, no, of course not! Me buying present for Bill? Hello, don't you people read this blog or what?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13974629715070715564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-13204747421817016382007-12-06T02:33:00.000-08:002007-12-06T02:33:00.000-08:00Veena: bet a couple of other people here are thin...Veena: <I> bet a couple of other people here are thinking kitchen appliances.</I><BR/><BR/>Oi! Give credit where it's due! It was my idea!Space Barhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08251329008160756254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-88048400634738488932007-12-06T02:01:00.000-08:002007-12-06T02:01:00.000-08:00TR: How about just the sympathies?n!: Anything to ...TR: How about just the sympathies?<BR/><BR/>n!: Anything to do with fish, Bill can make. Yes, I see this working. We could have our own reality show and make zillions of dollars. Lets do it!<BR/><BR/>BM: You keep your i numbers to yourself. Some of us can actually deal with reality, thank you.<BR/><BR/>OK, n! and TR, if we had saved the chat transcript we could tell you how we ended up with this idea but it had something to do with "radicalising" matchmaking aunties by getting them to nag people to get divorced, and somehow it also got to aunties telling people not to have kids, and then from there we decided we could get you both to do a proper post on it (as you know abt all random socio-psycho type studies real and imaginary). There is a small problem: Falsie will come up with one of his 5678 word comments on why the methodology of these studies are all wrong but seriously, who reads him anyway?<BR/><BR/>Szerelem: You too? Ok ok thanks.<BR/><BR/>Falstaff: I have to wait for 25 years to get a book out of this? Oh no!<BR/><BR/>TR (again!): Left to reader's imagination. While you are thinking bees and flowers, I bet a couple of other people here are thinking kitchen appliances.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13974629715070715564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-79722250962672937112007-12-06T01:55:00.000-08:002007-12-06T01:55:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13974629715070715564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-50985714897957749842007-12-05T22:55:00.000-08:002007-12-05T22:55:00.000-08:00ps. after those last two lines, are we to imagine ...ps. after those last two lines, are we to imagine a cut to a honeybee settling atop a waving flower?Tabula Rasahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16358094860426062297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-60849556639423391942007-12-05T21:03:00.000-08:002007-12-05T21:03:00.000-08:00Veena: You realize by the time you get to, say, si...Veena: You realize by the time you get to, say, silver (insert panic attack here), this series is going to be a book in itself? I can see it now - Veena and Bill: A Post-modern Love Story. Feeling sorry for yourself means never having to say I love you. <BR/><BR/>Oh, and obligatory congratulations, etc.<BR/><BR/>n!: Must you gloat?Falstaffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09791162324919462038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-3712849703474862302007-12-05T18:45:00.000-08:002007-12-05T18:45:00.000-08:00oooh congratulations!and since everyone is passing...oooh congratulations!<BR/>and since everyone is passing on virtual hugs one more won't hurt *hugz*Szerelemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17911190230851186924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-89170364096185857452007-12-05T17:29:00.000-08:002007-12-05T17:29:00.000-08:00Actually, the Magritte element comes from TR's ver...Actually, the Magritte element comes from TR's very cleverly inserted 'huggiez'. Change but the 'z' and it is diapers and kiddies and iMaginary and nightmarish possibilities that even Bamse cannot get these two out of that we're talking about. <BR/><BR/>n!: Veena and I were considering how you might like to do a post (on someone else's blog) about kids, and not having them. Radical matchmaking aunties also came into the picture but I've forgotten where. Maybe you and TR could cook up some research (with prawns in it if you insist) and produce an infallible argument against having kids. I can even volunteer as guinea pig.Space Barhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08251329008160756254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-53458580363085928402007-12-05T16:47:00.000-08:002007-12-05T16:47:00.000-08:00umh, n! how would you like an ihusband? (since thi...umh, n! how would you like an ihusband? (since this is the seasons for all things imaginary and adding an 'i' infront of anything makes it instantly more marketable)<BR/><BR/>well, I don't really have a husband, but I sure can set you up with some michelin star chef to make you the prawn pulao and a cleaning service to take out the garbage the next day. yes?<BR/><BR/>this is too good a deal to walk away from. really. <BR/><BR/>veena: that taken care of. now, my dear, I am sure there is some magritte "this is not a pipe" element to all these hugs and kisses. you don't need to worry. just wait it out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-89877870341918514982007-12-05T15:47:00.000-08:002007-12-05T15:47:00.000-08:00Veena: My life is like a negative of yours. My spo...Veena: My life is like a negative of yours. My spouse has a perfectly decent, well-paying job in BigAss Consulting Firm that handsomely subsidizes my PhD existence. He is willing to endlessly continue slaving away not to mention cook, clean, and make me endless cups of chai each day. So what do I do? <BR/><BR/>I worry him and nag him and emo blackmail him into giving it all up and doing something interesting (read non-paying). Surely, he can't enjoy working in Corporate America and earning big bucks, I ask? He reluctantly admits that he actually likes it. But its only because you haven't thought about how bored you are, I say to him. Think harder, you will realize you don't really like it at all so why not spare yourself the angst and do something now? Like chucking up this job that you like that pays you well and chasing some random idea that can only end in death and destruction and/or as a footnote in one of Falsie's morose suicide-fuelled short stories? <BR/><BR/>I would make noises about trading spouses if yours could cook a mean prawn pulao AND take out the garbage the next day. We can discuss terms and conditions offline. <BR/><BR/>n!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-39053147897120861552007-12-05T15:46:00.000-08:002007-12-05T15:46:00.000-08:00i haven't retracted those sympathies, you know. *h...i haven't retracted those sympathies, you know. <BR/><BR/>*huggiez*Tabula Rasahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16358094860426062297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-73897567248061299802007-12-05T13:54:00.000-08:002007-12-05T13:54:00.000-08:00People, people what are you doing? You were suppos...People, people what are you doing? You were supposed to ignore the post. But since you did not, let me take this opportunity to make a larger point to BM: BM, tell me now why exactly do I need normal readers, why should I cater to normal readers when a post like this makes the entire psycho readership of this blog exhibit such disgustingly normal behaviour?<BR/><BR/>Cat: Glad to see you find it appealing. Our hope is that Oxford rags will also find it appealing.<BR/><BR/>??!: Hello there! Glad to see you delurk and all but you do realise that you have just joined the psycho / wannabe psycho club?<BR/><BR/>SB: It is that obvious eh? So the story is Bill typed up snippets of three different conversations we have had over the past few days and I was asked to stitch them all together. You can see what happened now.<BR/><BR/>Bamse: So glad to see you here! Yes, yes, we know Bamse values relationships. Now, if only we could get Bamse to love Starbucks!<BR/><BR/>(TR: Not to show off or anything but please note how imaginary friends come comment on my blog. You should so go start looking up your imaginary friends)<BR/><BR/>n!: Thanks but next time, can I get some real chocolate? <BR/><BR/>Preeti: Its BM you are thinking of. Irish cream + glass of milk is her sort of thing.<BR/><BR/>Anoop: How like you to start on that now!<BR/><BR/>TR: To tell you the truth, I prefer your sympathies from last year. I really do.<BR/><BR/>BM: Selling out? Dude, Bamse is my only oppty to get Bill to do some real work. This is not selling out, this is my life.<BR/><BR/>zedzed: How did I know you were going to say that? Yeah, there's 4 wine bottles and 2 milk cans that we need to throw into the recycle bin. Promise I will get Bill to do it soon.Veenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06064708986711901612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-74679734800037692632007-12-05T11:44:00.000-08:002007-12-05T11:44:00.000-08:00kangaroo veenz and Bill !more hugsnow clear out al...kangaroo veenz and Bill !<BR/><BR/>more hugs<BR/><BR/><BR/>now clear out all those empty bottlesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-87500159861800610842007-12-05T10:05:00.000-08:002007-12-05T10:05:00.000-08:00doesn't anyone care that you are selling out! prod...doesn't anyone care that you are selling out! product placement for Bamse funded startups! tsk tsk. very bad. <BR/><BR/>Veena and Bill, I think what Preeti really means is, if you are having an evening glass of milk - you must have a drinking problem. <BR/><BR/>And people, hugs and kisses are sooo Fall 2007.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-2111448684713227112007-12-05T09:46:00.000-08:002007-12-05T09:46:00.000-08:00i know it's already been said but hey --*hugz*i know it's already been said but hey --<BR/><BR/>*hugz*Tabula Rasahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16358094860426062297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-82843014299878665562007-12-05T09:20:00.000-08:002007-12-05T09:20:00.000-08:00Congratulations on two years of marital bliss. Wis...Congratulations on two years of marital bliss. Wish you both many more!<BR/><BR/>Two years... I can't believe that your mom isn't beating you up to propagate the species yet...Anoophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937555121892793066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-44887099662161866752007-12-05T08:59:00.000-08:002007-12-05T08:59:00.000-08:00aww .. two years.. hugs!!and yes, you do have a dr...aww .. two years.. hugs!!<BR/><BR/>and yes, you do have a drinking problem .. you even add alcohol to your evening glass of milk .. shiva shiva .. what will you teach your kids!!pigudelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08279585953724193536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14282752.post-9453170256343176802007-12-05T08:58:00.000-08:002007-12-05T08:58:00.000-08:00errr... Hugs? And Hershey Kisses? n!errr... Hugs? And Hershey Kisses? <BR/><BR/>n!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com