tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post3892139555915446430..comments2023-08-13T07:56:06.968-04:00Comments on Idiosycratic Life: Ode to My Paper TrimmerChunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-35258766261973778462008-04-08T16:29:00.000-04:002008-04-08T16:29:00.000-04:00What ever happened to writing lousy poetry just fo...What ever happened to writing lousy poetry just for the sake of sharing lousy poetry? Lousy poetry is tainted by the touch of money.<BR/><BR/>Please offer my encouragement to Joel to never read HHGG. I haven't read it either but I did watch the original two-volume movie on VHS. It was wretched. To this day, I don't understand how I sat through the whole, horrible thing. It's even worse than the Carlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17238446003267829187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-89702203928893243632008-04-08T11:53:00.000-04:002008-04-08T11:53:00.000-04:00What does the fact that I don't know (exactly) wha...What does the fact that I don't know (exactly) what a paper trimmer is say about me?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-68428785534546833652008-04-07T19:05:00.000-04:002008-04-07T19:05:00.000-04:00No, I knew what you meant. We were equally sweatin...No, I knew what you meant. We were equally sweating, swearing and muttering obscenities. I feel so normal now.Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-4011249236975062672008-04-07T16:35:00.000-04:002008-04-07T16:35:00.000-04:00hrm. I just re-read my last comment and realized ...hrm. I just re-read my last comment and realized that it could be taken in a way I did not mean. I did not intend to say I did more work than you, if that's how anyone read it. That is not at all what I meant. I just meant to convey that I know and share the discomfort of the claw-hand and that we (both) actually did more work than you originally stated. Because we are ridiculous and Alissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16350669178036114083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-27387683163449522382008-04-07T10:00:00.000-04:002008-04-07T10:00:00.000-04:00I count 6 pieces of paper (the center panel and 5 ...I count 6 pieces of paper (the center panel and 5 in the side pocket). All of which (I think) I made the original cuts for, and you trimmed, so I know the claw pain, believe me. Also, all of the center panels and a bunch of the side pieces were cut two weeks ago, too, before we realized a variety of mistakes, necessitating a complete re-do, so add all of that into your grand total for number ofAlissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16350669178036114083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-38809549668974649852008-04-07T01:22:00.000-04:002008-04-07T01:22:00.000-04:00I never read the book either, just saw the movie. ...I never read the book either, just saw the movie. I think I'm one of the few people who thought it was really funny. <BR/><BR/>I like the poem about admitting they lived in sin. Which is totally true, and I hated putting together a registry because we didn't really *need* anything so it all felt excessive and unnecessary. But man, if I had admitted to living with Dave before we got married? I Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com