tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post5428264714588948845..comments2024-03-07T18:38:58.284-08:00Comments on kidchamp dot net: laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03429404210444847213noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-10849620067296113742008-03-21T09:22:04.000-07:002008-03-21T09:22:04.000-07:00I'm more surprised that there's a Days Inn...I'm more surprised that there's a Days Inn in Manhattan. I suspect that the price for such a place would far outstrip the value. For the same price, there could have been a rather primo hotel night in Albany. (Downside, as always: it's in Albany.)<br /><br />And I'm with you on the corned beef thing. Pasta has the capacity for being sexy. Certain salad materials, too. Corned beef, by its very nature, only has the capacity to be weird -- in any context. It's in the same league as, "well, you <i>could</i> do that with a rutabaga..."<br /><br />And speaking of which -- poor Cornell. My sister and brother-in-law are seriously bumming after last night. But, at least they have the International Rutabaga Curling Championship to fall back on, provided the bonspiel can avoid any doping scandals:<br /><br />"Only rutabagas are allowed to be used in the competition. Turnips, any other variety of root vegetable, or member of the Cruciferae family will not be permitted. Contestants are encouraged to supply their own rutabagas, though vendors may be on hand to provide suitable rutabagas for competition. Modification of the rutabaga is acceptable so long as the rutabaga is always able to roll on every axis. Steroids are prohibited and any such use will subject the rutabaga to immediate withdrawal."<br /><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Rutabaga_Curling_Championshiptomnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-58591008166528189632008-03-21T09:54:08.000-07:002008-03-21T09:54:08.000-07:00as a matter of fact, there used to be a days inn r...as a matter of fact, there used to be a days inn right across 8th avenue from us: we fled there and spent the night when the boiler in our basement caught on fire in the winter of '03-'04. we totally did the cheesy pretend-meowing thing so that the clerk wouldn't know we were smuggling two cats. it worked (or the clerk took pity on us)! and the room was only about $100. <br /><br />no one had sex with state employees, as far as i recall.laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-34282949074514367252008-03-21T11:45:23.000-07:002008-03-21T11:45:23.000-07:00re: dehydrated food, my new favorite late night sn...re: dehydrated food, my new favorite late night snack is instant mashed potatoes. quick, easy, cheap, and there is almost always something in the fridge that will make a good topping (chives, onions, cheese of some sort, sour cream, etc.)<br /><br />god bless the mash po's.babyjonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-30114660554853197442008-03-22T08:31:11.000-07:002008-03-22T08:31:11.000-07:00scandals? me working every day of finals week shou...scandals? me working <b>every day</b> of finals week should have been a scandal. har har. no matter, i survived and it's all over.<br /><br />dried foods? just trail mix with dried cherries from trader joe's. or, does oatmeal count? i'm about to go make breakfast.saranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-63364078634312099532008-03-23T15:02:16.000-07:002008-03-23T15:02:16.000-07:00OK, I'm officially intrigued by the phenomenon...OK, I'm officially intrigued by the phenomenon of a *lesbian* dinnerslut.maggienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134668.post-82179384194377299062008-03-24T11:30:16.000-07:002008-03-24T11:30:16.000-07:00@maggie: me too. it seems like she successfully re...@maggie: me too. it seems like she successfully removed a creepy element from the experiment by limiting her respondents to (one of) her peer group(s). which is not to say that lesbians can't be creepy too, but i raise my eyebrows much higher at the men of craigslist.laurennoreply@blogger.com