The second best comment on the washingtonpost.com story about Marjorie Taylor Greene claiming that she has been "SWATted": "Gosh, sounds like these people were engaging in 'legitimate political discourse.' Right, Marge?" The best is the following comment interchange:
To the best of my knowledge, not only am I the only Seth Christenfeld on earth, I am related to all of the other Christenfelds (and Cristenfelds) in the US. There are some in Europe who are not related to us, as the name was changed from Claristenfeld when came from The Old Country. The psychologist Nicholas Christenfeld, who got Me-Too'd a couple of years ago, is a cousin of my dad's.
Yes, there is a great irony in being a Jew with a name that means "Field of Christ."
I'm also the only [First Name-Last Name] on earth. And lest you believe that's just because I have an ordinary American girl's first name that was popular in the early 50s plus an Italian last name, all the other [Last Names] in the U.S. are related to me. In fact, I've met most of them.
There are a bunch of mes out there. Several routinely try to hijack my gmail account. The one in Belgium is the most persistent, although technically she’s a Samantha.
I want to mention this about talking heads that are convinced that Biden is senile. First is they mirror others. They expect everyone to be doing what they are doing. And if they accuse Biden of doing something, you can be sure they do that. But the important thing is that they are basically stupid and ignorant. Thy get confused when Biden list facts as a reason for policy and actions. They do not know enough to see what he is saying. So, they respond with "he is senile." Another mirroring affect. And their lack of understanding. Reporters do this, too. Biden knows the Senate much better than they do and they say: "Biden thinks the Senate will ... and that will not happen." But it does happen.
My wife won’t eat a sandwich when the top and bottom slices are out of phase. This is primarily with loaves with curved crowns. Those curves must be aligned or it is rendered inedible.
Hello, my name is Ellen Goodman, and no I'm not related to the Boston Globe columnist, although I love her work. Mine is my given name, she uses her exhusband's last name, so I get dibs. I used to live in Brookline, MA, as does she, so I would get email, regular mail, and phone calls, including inviting me to speak at some women in the workplace conference in MN. I was so tempted to say yes. I went to Brandeis University, a school of fewer than 3000 students at the time and now still under 4000, that was mostly jewish. If you didn't have the same name as at least one of your classmates, esepcially if you were of the male persuasion, it's like you were an outlier. I say male because there are fewer male names and greater likelihood of running into someone with your name you're a guy.
Cut the bread? I just realized that now and for as long as I can remember, I have never cut a sandwich. I just make it and eat it. If I get a sub sandwich, I may cut it and save part, but it is not the same slice of bread. However, with the question, I reverted to the time when I did. And answered accordingly. How did this happen and why did I not notice? Must be about getting old. But ...
I was interested to read that having a bird poop on you means either good or bad luck depending on who is commenting. On the first night of our honeymoon in Cape Cod, my husband and I were about to enter an oceanside restaurant, and I was wearing very open-toed sandals. Before I could enter the restaurant, a seagull left a great deal of either good or bad luck on and between the toes of my left foot. That was 43 years ago and the jury is still out.
9 Chickweed Lane has pretty strong feminist themes. Those male characters were clearly ashamed of yielding to their base instincts. That particular female character stands out as consciously using her sexuality to manipulate men in order to achieve financial success as a classical musician as well as personal satisfaction through acquiring lovers at will. This is distinct from the way that other female characters in the strip experience sexuality. Noteworthy is that the other characters dislike the dark-haired woman's ruthlessness but do not slut-shame her and in fact admire her skill as a musician.
On IRS--Never been audited, but several times they questioned my math and either dunned me a few hundred bucks or gave me a few hundred. If they know the math already, why do we have to spend the time filling in insanely long forms (insanely long because of a weird part of the tax code that makes me as an ordained minister a W-2 employee but who has to pay my FICA as if I was self employed).
Most of the forms we use for our taxes are also sent to IRS. But we have to wait for the mail or go online and download them, then get a tax form or service and enter that information and then fight the software for hours to get where we want to go and then file our taxes. But Biden and the IRS wants to use the forms IRS gets and load it in their computer, calculate our taxes, and tell us how much we will pay. Basically let IRS do what A&B Blocks does. I like that and the Republicans in Congress want to make sure this never happens. At least not when Biden is President. This could save me so much time and work.
Pat had someone in Bristol, CT, my hometown, to meet up and ride down with for my first loser party. Notoriously, Aaron Hernandez, famously from there, sat next to my nephew in home room, and his father was a running back, hitting me holding bags as a manager.
I have 2 namesakes on Facebook, in Germany and the Netherlands. If nothing else, it indicates a German ancestry, my grandparents emigrated from different places but gathered and met in a German faith community. I friended them, one said expectedly, “Du kennst mich nicht!” (I don’t know you) But he stayed a “friend,” in a grand sort of Bizarro sense.
Of course, it is “here” in the land of Losers where I found another Lynne Larkin, or rather Pat knew of her, and she is much nicer than I am. But I try to live up to her standards.
Poop has been mentioned. I was beginning to worry. It hadn't been given even an oblique reference for weeks. That it came from a bird makes it culturally significant. Or not. I have relatives from northeastern Italy who swear that being hit by bird droppings is good luck --- so long, I assume, as the bird is not a condor or of like size. When pressed, they will only smile and suggest (to a non-Italian) that it is not the poop itself but the circumstances of having been singled out by the avian miscreant that supposedly confers the buona fortuna. This has yet to be proven in my case since the only time I was bird bombed, I looked up in disgust and took a misstep on some stairs to the regret of my left ankle.
The second best comment on the washingtonpost.com story about Marjorie Taylor Greene claiming that she has been "SWATted": "Gosh, sounds like these people were engaging in 'legitimate political discourse.' Right, Marge?" The best is the following comment interchange:
Commenter 1: Boebert's alibi is...?
Commenter 2: She doesn't know where Georgia is.
To the best of my knowledge, not only am I the only Seth Christenfeld on earth, I am related to all of the other Christenfelds (and Cristenfelds) in the US. There are some in Europe who are not related to us, as the name was changed from Claristenfeld when came from The Old Country. The psychologist Nicholas Christenfeld, who got Me-Too'd a couple of years ago, is a cousin of my dad's.
Yes, there is a great irony in being a Jew with a name that means "Field of Christ."
I have nothing to say here.
I'm also the only [First Name-Last Name] on earth. And lest you believe that's just because I have an ordinary American girl's first name that was popular in the early 50s plus an Italian last name, all the other [Last Names] in the U.S. are related to me. In fact, I've met most of them.
Well I have to admit that Helena Handbasket is a pretty unusual name.
"Handbasket" sounds Italian to you?
yes.
Whatever you say, Signore Weingarten.
He was Jewish, too, after all!
There are a bunch of mes out there. Several routinely try to hijack my gmail account. The one in Belgium is the most persistent, although technically she’s a Samantha.
I want to mention this about talking heads that are convinced that Biden is senile. First is they mirror others. They expect everyone to be doing what they are doing. And if they accuse Biden of doing something, you can be sure they do that. But the important thing is that they are basically stupid and ignorant. Thy get confused when Biden list facts as a reason for policy and actions. They do not know enough to see what he is saying. So, they respond with "he is senile." Another mirroring affect. And their lack of understanding. Reporters do this, too. Biden knows the Senate much better than they do and they say: "Biden thinks the Senate will ... and that will not happen." But it does happen.
My wife won’t eat a sandwich when the top and bottom slices are out of phase. This is primarily with loaves with curved crowns. Those curves must be aligned or it is rendered inedible.
Hello, my name is Ellen Goodman, and no I'm not related to the Boston Globe columnist, although I love her work. Mine is my given name, she uses her exhusband's last name, so I get dibs. I used to live in Brookline, MA, as does she, so I would get email, regular mail, and phone calls, including inviting me to speak at some women in the workplace conference in MN. I was so tempted to say yes. I went to Brandeis University, a school of fewer than 3000 students at the time and now still under 4000, that was mostly jewish. If you didn't have the same name as at least one of your classmates, esepcially if you were of the male persuasion, it's like you were an outlier. I say male because there are fewer male names and greater likelihood of running into someone with your name you're a guy.
Cut the bread? I just realized that now and for as long as I can remember, I have never cut a sandwich. I just make it and eat it. If I get a sub sandwich, I may cut it and save part, but it is not the same slice of bread. However, with the question, I reverted to the time when I did. And answered accordingly. How did this happen and why did I not notice? Must be about getting old. But ...
I was interested to read that having a bird poop on you means either good or bad luck depending on who is commenting. On the first night of our honeymoon in Cape Cod, my husband and I were about to enter an oceanside restaurant, and I was wearing very open-toed sandals. Before I could enter the restaurant, a seagull left a great deal of either good or bad luck on and between the toes of my left foot. That was 43 years ago and the jury is still out.
OMG, Re: Chickweed lane. Entire readership is probably hate readers. Or, uh, adolescent in mind if not body guys.
9 Chickweed Lane has pretty strong feminist themes. Those male characters were clearly ashamed of yielding to their base instincts. That particular female character stands out as consciously using her sexuality to manipulate men in order to achieve financial success as a classical musician as well as personal satisfaction through acquiring lovers at will. This is distinct from the way that other female characters in the strip experience sexuality. Noteworthy is that the other characters dislike the dark-haired woman's ruthlessness but do not slut-shame her and in fact admire her skill as a musician.
On IRS--Never been audited, but several times they questioned my math and either dunned me a few hundred bucks or gave me a few hundred. If they know the math already, why do we have to spend the time filling in insanely long forms (insanely long because of a weird part of the tax code that makes me as an ordained minister a W-2 employee but who has to pay my FICA as if I was self employed).
Most of the forms we use for our taxes are also sent to IRS. But we have to wait for the mail or go online and download them, then get a tax form or service and enter that information and then fight the software for hours to get where we want to go and then file our taxes. But Biden and the IRS wants to use the forms IRS gets and load it in their computer, calculate our taxes, and tell us how much we will pay. Basically let IRS do what A&B Blocks does. I like that and the Republicans in Congress want to make sure this never happens. At least not when Biden is President. This could save me so much time and work.
I note that the other Gene Weingarten also has a son named Dan. Thank you for fleshing out the profile of your nominative doppelganger.
Pat had someone in Bristol, CT, my hometown, to meet up and ride down with for my first loser party. Notoriously, Aaron Hernandez, famously from there, sat next to my nephew in home room, and his father was a running back, hitting me holding bags as a manager.
I have 2 namesakes on Facebook, in Germany and the Netherlands. If nothing else, it indicates a German ancestry, my grandparents emigrated from different places but gathered and met in a German faith community. I friended them, one said expectedly, “Du kennst mich nicht!” (I don’t know you) But he stayed a “friend,” in a grand sort of Bizarro sense.
How much did Dave Barry pay you for your topless photo in his Holiday Gift Guide feature?
Of course, it is “here” in the land of Losers where I found another Lynne Larkin, or rather Pat knew of her, and she is much nicer than I am. But I try to live up to her standards.
Poop has been mentioned. I was beginning to worry. It hadn't been given even an oblique reference for weeks. That it came from a bird makes it culturally significant. Or not. I have relatives from northeastern Italy who swear that being hit by bird droppings is good luck --- so long, I assume, as the bird is not a condor or of like size. When pressed, they will only smile and suggest (to a non-Italian) that it is not the poop itself but the circumstances of having been singled out by the avian miscreant that supposedly confers the buona fortuna. This has yet to be proven in my case since the only time I was bird bombed, I looked up in disgust and took a misstep on some stairs to the regret of my left ankle.
Chickweed lane. oh, and EWWW.