"If stupidity were not confusingly similar to progress, ability, hope and improvement, no one would want to be stupid." – Robert Musil, The Man Without Qualities, 1931
Finally, Chris writes a column just for me! I would also take pains to point out that my own boundless stupidity has me paying 80 bucks a month (CAD) to enjoy his prattlings while those in the audience less stupid would likely cancel and re-subscribe for the cost of a monthly espresso.
I haven't heard "I know you are but what am I" in a looooong time. I must be ancient. And stupid. my head is full of slack brain fibres. And now I'll never know where not to eat when I get to Paris.
What about the French onion soup recipe?
Contra Italicized Initiator, I am a reader and I do not want more "French stuff" so much as I want more "Mooney stuff." But then I am a stupid reader.
"Who's on first..."
You, always. Happy New Year by the by!
This is fun. Having pre-identified as stupid, I am now free to post whatever I please. I've never felt so liberated!
Finally, Chris writes a column just for me! I would also take pains to point out that my own boundless stupidity has me paying 80 bucks a month (CAD) to enjoy his prattlings while those in the audience less stupid would likely cancel and re-subscribe for the cost of a monthly espresso.
Hey! I thought you cancelled my ass?!
Already, I mean...
Ha! Posted reply in the wrong place ... "stupid is as stupid does"?
Or, if you prefer, vice versa.
Also: Who knew that "enshittification" was a real word?
Cory Doctorow... and: https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1017256-french-onion-soup?campaign_id=58&emc=edit_ck_20250110&instance_id=144325&nl=cooking®i_id=76681857&segment_id=187918&user_id=8379c4f7b6e950036f5ea46cad2d4bca
I haven't heard "I know you are but what am I" in a looooong time. I must be ancient. And stupid. my head is full of slack brain fibres. And now I'll never know where not to eat when I get to Paris.
We'll get our fibres back in tip-top-taut shape in February!
I think we’re on the same page now.
A4 or 8 1/2 x 11?
You must have been beside yourself with glee writing this.
Glee? Don’t think I know her.
No, I was paying for nothing for a year (talk about stupid!) and then one day I was fooling about on the website and mirabile dictu, you reappeared.
I could never cancel your ass.
Ah. Well, then, I guess IOU a year. Or at least a lunch. Little Bavaria, late July? Or anytime you like over in these Parisian parts.