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Mary Tsao

Um, hi, can I borrow $50,000 to get my appendix out? No? Oh, okay. Thanks anyway.

That's so much money!! Insane. Really.

Iris

Maybe it would be better if you didn't use the word 'novel' as it is obviously sacred. I was just thinking this sounds more like an literary experience when you said that yourself.

badgerbag

The middle bit that I could not seem to edit into this post b/c Typepad keeps having an error - but I can't bear to leave it out b/c it's funny:

Was astonished at D. saying she doesn't know how to flirt. Hello! You are the ethicalay utslay! WTF! But then it made sense. She didn't have to know how to flirt in 1968, all she had to to was hang out in Greenwich village until Wilt Chamberlain came along to say "Hey Baaaaaayyyyby." Easy. No flirting required. Only a pleased sort of smile and intelligent conversation about literature in hipster-speak. Then, San Fran, and once you are in the leather scene there there are codes and there are also... social norms... "flirting" consists of saying "what an interesting flogger, I wonder what it feels like?" and both people making pleased noises as they instantly realize they're going to get it on - because they're in a dungeon full of naked people wearing tutus and leather harnesses. "Real people in real life tend to get scared and go away when you do that." Oh. Right! Then if you are sort rockstarish and go on tours and give lectures about how to have great sex, well, people come to your lectures and organize parties for you, parties that are full of people who want to do you. The pleased smile given to Wilt Chamberlain again suffices. I look forward to imparting my flirting wisdom to D.

Thida

The whole insurance thing is just totally insane. Our biggest battles with insurance have been over trips to the ER.

squid

Thanks for going to Costco with us--I hate going there. Our day was much more fun with you in it. Our schedule was so complicated this summer that I rarely spent any daylight hours with adults who aren't on Leelo's team. It was soothing to have casual hanging-out time and conversation.

I think my hearing is going, too.

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