I go so you don't have to...
thanx 2 doc rox
yesterday i pushed some buttons on my telephone
and thus i was connected with a prof@ arizon*.
her voice and words and hearing me did make me feel alright
Thanks to doc rox for healing from the long and scary night.
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Again I get to say: Speculate...
posted by Sinner @ 11:59 AM
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44 Comments:
healing (standard definition) is a good thing.
"Healing" (ambiguous Debinition) may or may not be.
Let us pray.
Next TRO will be out of Tucson.
Hey, if she keeps going she can get the whole 50-state set, kind of like collecting those quarters.
teh "teh" is teh wave of teh future.
She's not referencing her "Scary Little Frischmas," is she?
inquiring minds want to know!
Next TRO will be out of Tucson.
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LOL. use guyz r funnee.
snowroad: Hey, if she keeps going she can get the whole 50-state set, kind of like collecting those quarters.
Hehehe. Oregon and Colorado are OK (or should I say, OC?) with me!
Someone else can have Kansas, California and yes, even Aridzoner.
teh "teh" is teh wave of teh future.
i hate teh. i hate tim.
oops. forgot. can't hate tim.
i still hate teh.
it's THE or DA but never TEH.
Kapish, crepes?
Hmm, kanishk and crepes.
Time for brunch!
See, if this where really Frisch, she wouldn't get the humor at all.
My vote is now: no, not frisch
Who are you, tricksey VBSer?
Oops, that's knish, yummy ethnic spelling.
Brenda
Trolling sober she might be.
Come on,
How could yoda not have been taken as a sign in name? If I had only tried...
BrendaK
"Hehehe. Oregon and Colorado are OK (or should I say, OC?) with me!
Someone else can have Kansas, California and yes, even Aridzoner"
A thought of doubt I now have. The punctuation, vernacular and style above too proper for Frischian it to be.
Capitalization do not forget.
Sulla, she seems to love:
Just a quick note to update sinner, sulla, hosedinger, jeff goldstein, michelle malkin, tim the alleged former student and oldest known stalker and various other folx on my where and what abouts.
Kiva and I went to the dog park this morning early on account of there is a heat wave (>90). Blech. LET IT RAIN!!!!
Not surprising, it is, with his cold bears eating dancing monkeys. Hee hee hee. Words not make warriors great.
Joe
Proud of myself I am amongst such clever wits as you folks are. Chose the name I did in honor of our native language, Latin, where sentences all in verbs end. Chose the name also to rebuke that language butcher Frisch I did. An ebonic e e cummings she thinks she is.
Master Yoda:
e.e. cummings, proper spelling and punctuation he had. Only capitalization did he foreswear. Lazy our Frisch is, and unfortunate.
joe -
Did you read the rest of that entry?
Signs, portents, omens... I did leave a comment on that one under my actual id. I don't know if she'll post it since I'm not one of her favorite people, but she needs to read it.
I'm going to reproduce it here 'cause she really, really needs to pay attention.
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Actually, Eugene is not a mystical-magical location and leylines (lookitupingoogle) have nothing to do with these 'events.' Seeing signs, omens and portents that all point back to you and your personal circumstances are part of your illness. This symptom would be called 'delusional ideas of reference.'
Look, feel free to prove me and everyone else wrong. See a qualified mental health professional and get their take on it. Maybe you really do have some super-duper magick synchronicity going on...but I doubt it.
joe & yoda -
Y'all are great.
John Henry -
What have you done now?
inquiring minds want to know
Joe
Correct you are. An ebonic preface did I add and disrespect none to the great poet did I intend.
LOL. use guyz r funnee.
I don't know, I could be wrong, but this just doesn't sound like the real Deb. It's a good, solid 'B' or 'B+' level imitation, but it's somehow missing something.
Brenda:
I believe there is an instinct in humans to believe in something. We are not dupes of organized religion, because, in the absence of religion, we have disorganized religion or some mishmash of different sets of beliefs. Even atheism is faith in something, or the lack of something.
College towns always attract these kind of people. Berkeley was the same way, and so is Boulder. You don't have to go to Sedona to pick up your silver and turquoise, just go to the little Main Street nearest any huge state school.
Even a Jedi says there is no coincidence, look to the Force for guidance.
She's yapping again about being institutionalized. I wonder if she's ever held a real, honest, work-for-pay job away from the public teat.
Probably not. Trustafarian baby from Long Island, high-dollar college, Ivish grad school ... right into the academy as an untenured drudge schooling underclassmen -- and a little sidestep into Washington to hand out grants from some windowless basement office.
This is a nice finger exercise for me, makes me really appreciate my life.
Time to go stir the homemade tomato sauce and smooch with my honey.
joe -
Sure, that's common and, I think, frequently valid. There is such a thing as synchronicity -- but, her application of it and the connections she is making are too far out of left field.
It's also the second time in a week she's gone into that kind of thing, only her referential-sign sightings are more numerous and cross-referenced in this last bit.
Brenda:
You are correct: her synchronicity is applied in only one direction - herself. Self-centered, again, pointing to a narcissistic personality trait or borderline personality trait. Blech. When she sees "signs" of interconnectedness between others, instead of insinuating herself in the connection, a bolt of hope will thump my chest.
blizzardlane -
I don't think she has any idea that every time she says she's been 'institutionalized' that we're all shaking our heads and saying, 'Yep, should have been.'
Jeff's objective to make a verb of Frisch did he reach. Weaving it into a nice "yodaish" a bitch it is.
And besides, I'm enjoying my own martini and I don't know how long I can keep this up with turning teh cayzee.
...whoops. To say the following I intended, a martini before me I enjoy. The challenge of wit I now confront.
Master Yoda:
This martini, gin has it, or teh WTF vodka™?
Mariposa:
Hard to say. We don't know enough about Cecille, and I don't think we really should. She's still the responsible one, gainfully employed, 1500 miles away.
Bu-ut, I wouldn't put anything past John Henry, to screw the dagger in a little deeper.
With gin only is it poured . Brutally shaken it is served, with two sunk olives can it only be presented .
mariposa -
Could be. Might very well be. In fact, I would bet that someone googled "maudlin poetry" and nicked the stanza for just that purpose.
But I could be wrong.
Ya'll are forgeting the commenter who had been in their house with the green gate that said Cecile was the nuttier one.
This drink has rum, fresh peaches and nectarines, coconut milk and orange juice with a squeeze de lima.
Jeez, blizardlane -
I want to come over to your house for dinner. I down to tuna sandwiches with milk here.
Maybe I should visit that place...what's the name...with the foodstuffs -- grocery! Yes, go to the grocery.
Brenda,
That poem is the first stanza of "Nocturne" by Dorothy Parker. The second (and last) is this:
Always I knew it would come like this
(Pattering rain, and the grasses springing),
Sweeter to you is a new love's kiss
(Flickering sunshine, and young birds singing).
Gone are the raptures that once we knew,
Now you are finding a new joy greater-
Well, I'll be doing the same thing, too,
Sooner or later.
A simple drink I have, Jack Daniels bourbon poured over ice with some club soda added and gently stirred. To perfection.
(raises glass) To teh crazee. Clink.
Jeff's objective to make a verb of Frisch did he reach.
snatchel (noun): genitalia of a limp-lobed, third-rate writer, fourth -rate intellect like Jeffrey Todd Goldstein.
Hosedinger? Am I supposed to be offended? What the hell was that? That was the most limp-wristed attempt at a slam I have ever heard. She is slipping, if that is all that miserable sack of phlegm stuffed into a girl bag could come up with. Not only that, what makes her think I give a rats ass what her day was like? I am only waiting for news that she is in an orange jumpsuit playing house with some over-grown milk dud name Large Marge who doesn't appreciate anything said or done about children and the sexual molestation thereof.
I have asked her specific questions. She should answer them, or admit to the little bitty know-nothing coward that she is.
I just harken back to all the times she stated she was amongst the 5 most intelligent humans to grace the earth. Every time I think of that I chuckle. I have been showing my teen-age son all her writings and you should see and hear his reactions to Teh Crazee. I'll just say the words he has used to describe her can't be printed on this site. Deb Frisch: Can't Understand Normal Thinking.
Warriordum,
Guess the call to CM didn't take. You're still beating that dead Goldstein topic. Boring, boring, boring.
Oh, Man.
That'll teach me to go to work early, leave work early, spend all day away from the computer doing meatspace family fun stuff.
Strangest thing; I was in the womens' restroom at Planet Hollywood in sunset, snorting Penguin Caffeinated Mint lines off the ample decolletage of the currently-single Jessica Simpson, when who do I bump into but...
Denny Crane. With Johnny Depp.
True story, man.
I'm taking back my WalMart FrischLife collection. The Denny Crane Lifestyle® kicks all four of its dimpled asses.
But...hey, I got above title billing, just after Sinner. I'm in august company at el casa loco.
You LIKE me, you REALLY like me!
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I need to be on good behavior; I told my shrink about our Deb, and she asked if I was obsessing or if it was a healthy venting outlet for me since work is such a pressure cooker. i gave her the URL and told her to look for Sulla.
I figure for a mental health professional, getting a rare glimpse of Dr. Deb in her natural habitat should be an adventure.
So...be gentle. I don't want my rates to go up. :)
Sulla:
Check the next thread up! Fun stuff towards the end!
Holy crap.
I think we are at DebCon Two.
Master Yoda:
With gin only is it poured. Brutally shaken it is served, with two sunk olives can it only be presented
Apparently, a Jedi shall not know anger, nor hatred, nor Absolut.
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