Mmmmm, Olbermann
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He's only 49!! I don't see anything in this wiki entry that says he's married...
He's younger than Viggo!
I love you, Keith. I called you my boyfriend to the post-doc at work the other day, and I guess I must have seemed especially pie-in-the-sky in luuuuuuurrrveee because she wasn't sure that I wasn't being sincere. "Wait, he's your boyfriend?" She wasn't asking because she didn't know who Keith Olbermann was; she was just confused because I seemed to be entirely serious. (And possibly cuckoo.)
I wuv you, Keith, okay? ::pets:: Now, some honest criticism since I've been kinda obsessively watching Countdown with My Future Husband for a few weeks now. You, um, need to be a better interviewer a lot. I mean, you have pre-interviews, so you know what these people think. You really defeat the point of having an interview when you turn them into an echo chamber by stating their major thesis at them before they can even speak. Stop that, naughty boy, no cookie. (No metaphorical duvet either, thank you, Pushing Daisies.)
But yes, I love you still, Keith Olbermanns. This helps:
For those of you keeping score, my ideal man should be a confident, bushy-eyebrowed, possibly homicidal sociopath who is also capable of righteous fury on behalf of liberal causes. ::licks Keith::
And Rachel? The fact that you are a lesbian makes me hopeful, I'm not going to lie. It means my also-love for you could, one day, be returned! Alas, you are in a relationship. Well, I wish you luck. Your brand of intelligent snark is truly quality, but I won't be a heart-breaker. Keep on keeping on, you fabulous woman.
ETA: Oops! Forgot this gem.
At least Keith can sympathize with that last one. I told
feiran and
darkling1 and she was disappointed that the phrase wasn't "tax cunt" because she finds that phrase hi-larious. Sounds like a perfect LJ surname, no?
He's younger than Viggo!
I love you, Keith. I called you my boyfriend to the post-doc at work the other day, and I guess I must have seemed especially pie-in-the-sky in luuuuuuurrrveee because she wasn't sure that I wasn't being sincere. "Wait, he's your boyfriend?" She wasn't asking because she didn't know who Keith Olbermann was; she was just confused because I seemed to be entirely serious. (And possibly cuckoo.)
I wuv you, Keith, okay? ::pets:: Now, some honest criticism since I've been kinda obsessively watching Countdown with My Future Husband for a few weeks now. You, um, need to be a better interviewer a lot. I mean, you have pre-interviews, so you know what these people think. You really defeat the point of having an interview when you turn them into an echo chamber by stating their major thesis at them before they can even speak. Stop that, naughty boy, no cookie. (No metaphorical duvet either, thank you, Pushing Daisies.)
But yes, I love you still, Keith Olbermanns. This helps:
For those of you keeping score, my ideal man should be a confident, bushy-eyebrowed, possibly homicidal sociopath who is also capable of righteous fury on behalf of liberal causes. ::licks Keith::
And Rachel? The fact that you are a lesbian makes me hopeful, I'm not going to lie. It means my also-love for you could, one day, be returned! Alas, you are in a relationship. Well, I wish you luck. Your brand of intelligent snark is truly quality, but I won't be a heart-breaker. Keep on keeping on, you fabulous woman.
ETA: Oops! Forgot this gem.
At least Keith can sympathize with that last one. I told
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Date: 2008-10-23 03:40 pm (UTC)To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
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Date: 2008-10-23 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-23 04:39 pm (UTC)God help them if they try to monkey with Kenneth Branaugh when he does Thor...