I suppose we’ll have to add another Arlo Award to Jimmy’s list…
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The question is did he remove the mask or did she decide it was worth trying out?
I’m pretty sure the other thirty minutes of non-sleep was also something that put Arlo in a good mood.
Half an hour is pretty good endurance at that age.
Mel Brooks had a line about Jewish foreplay: It’s twenty minutes of begging.
Garry Marshall tossed out a joke about the Siamese twins who were sports car enthusiasts. They moved to England because the other one wanted to drive.
The connection here is both lines got laughs from off-camera crew while the interviewer looked lost.
Dvandom, the 20 minutes of minutes was foreplay, which followed 5 minutes of trying to get the mask off.
Of course, some of the missing thirty minutes could have been taken up by Arlo and Janis resetting all of the clocks for the end of DST. It’s not unheard of for timekeeping matters to intrude during tender moments, though the result is not necessarily a happy one:
“I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly consider’d how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost;—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that in which the reader is likely to see me.”
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“Pray my Dear, quoth my mother, have you not forgot to wind up the clock?—Good G..! cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time,—Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?”
Shrug. When I was a child my dog was named Tristie. Short for Tristan.
Dang, it… can’t even spell… my dog’s name was Tristram. (Not Tristan).
Have a refreshing shandy.
I shall stern(e)ly critize woozy’s spelling.
My father wanted to name the dog Ishmael but my mother envisioned my older sister, then a toddler calling “Here Ishy, Ishy” and she couldn’t bear it. So the dog was named after my father’s second favorite book.
When I was born I didn’t have a mis-christianing but I did have mis-bris. I can’t entirely blame my mother for that. She was rather exhausted and drugged at the time. When a hospital worker asks a question they aren’t casually talking about plans you may have for eight days later. But my mother tends to be literal when stressed and the answer to the question was technically and literally “Yes” although the hospital and its staff were not supposed to have any part in it.
dvandom – not necessarily endurance – sometimes it is the getting going that takes the time.
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The question is did he remove the mask or did she decide it was worth trying out?
I’m pretty sure the other thirty minutes of non-sleep was also something that put Arlo in a good mood.
Half an hour is pretty good endurance at that age.
Mel Brooks had a line about Jewish foreplay: It’s twenty minutes of begging.
Garry Marshall tossed out a joke about the Siamese twins who were sports car enthusiasts. They moved to England because the other one wanted to drive.
The connection here is both lines got laughs from off-camera crew while the interviewer looked lost.
Dvandom, the 20 minutes of minutes was foreplay, which followed 5 minutes of trying to get the mask off.
Of course, some of the missing thirty minutes could have been taken up by Arlo and Janis resetting all of the clocks for the end of DST. It’s not unheard of for timekeeping matters to intrude during tender moments, though the result is not necessarily a happy one:
“I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly consider’d how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost;—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that in which the reader is likely to see me.”
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[namely]
“Pray my Dear, quoth my mother, have you not forgot to wind up the clock?—Good G..! cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time,—Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?”
Shrug. When I was a child my dog was named Tristie. Short for Tristan.
Dang, it… can’t even spell… my dog’s name was Tristram. (Not Tristan).
Have a refreshing shandy.
I shall stern(e)ly critize woozy’s spelling.
My father wanted to name the dog Ishmael but my mother envisioned my older sister, then a toddler calling “Here Ishy, Ishy” and she couldn’t bear it. So the dog was named after my father’s second favorite book.
When I was born I didn’t have a mis-christianing but I did have mis-bris. I can’t entirely blame my mother for that. She was rather exhausted and drugged at the time. When a hospital worker asks a question they aren’t casually talking about plans you may have for eight days later. But my mother tends to be literal when stressed and the answer to the question was technically and literally “Yes” although the hospital and its staff were not supposed to have any part in it.
dvandom – not necessarily endurance – sometimes it is the getting going that takes the time.