I’m not surprised that they didn’t learn anything from the impromptu Chinese carry-out picnic.
I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t even learn that it’s okay to take carry-out to a picnic.

Don't even ask about the tuna night.
That's not fair.
Thank you. That conclusion is never reached on one's own here.
How can you allude to something called the tuna night and say I can't ask about it?

Renegade

I instinctively reject the expression cornball, only because I hear it a noun, not an adjective; the expression corny is used instead for that purpose. Yet on exploration, it appears that the y and ball phonemes may be equivalent: why not basey, footy, or rugball?

I think I draw the line at Danball.

“IMPORTANT NOTICE REGARDING YOUR LSAC ACCOUNT:
Starting in 2010, the US Department of Education will be requiring significant changes in the way educational institutions collect and report race/ethnicity data. Accordingly, on July 19, 2009, LSAC changed the race/ethnicity designation in your LSAC account. Your previously reported ethnicity, Caucasian/White, has been changed to the subcategory Other Caucasian/White under the category Caucasian/White. Please log in to your LSAC account to view/update your race/ethnicity designation. Additional categories have been added, and you may select multiple categories.”

A matter of importance.

I believe an error has been made. Depsite reading this notice several times, I cannot find anything which comes close to being important.

Honorary engineer.

“You belong to the gang / And you say you can't break away / But I'm here…”

This is an allegory, but I really wish it were a song lyric.

There is a country where the people are starving and miserable. They dream of emigration and refuge. An adviser goes to inform the government of the people's misery and flight, but the goverment will only repeat, "Not so! We really love the people, and we do everything for their best! You may spin it your way, but in fact the country thrives.".

The meats and cheeses I had gotten used to were not in the same places, this place I had gotten used to had changed. And yet...

Thinking back on it now, it does feel a little surreal.

Tonight, taking cat litter out to the dumpster behind my apartment, I pass by 2 people, late-20s neighbors who I'd never met before, who are sprawled out on blankets in the backyard. And by way of unnecessary apology for invading my lawn, they invite me to join them, for they are about to start playing Clue. And with another joining us, the 4 of us play until midnight.

I feel so disillusioned. It’s because we never had the there’s no Santa Claus moment.

Ironic twist.

So what is it?
It’s a you’re weak, get over it.

And that’s the way it was.

Let’s see how this goes.

You got it wrong: "That author uses 'mistake' in line 4."
You mean: "That author uses 'mistake' in line 4 of this Away Message."

“Did you know when you go…”

Mistakes were made.

That should totally be a literary device, the mistake: That author made a mistake in line 4.

According to google, I invented artichoke lo mein.

Alae Desidiosae Dannii.

Key to snarky commentary
*[My oven is really weak]*
**[Optional steps for the lazy-impaired]**
I may translate this into Latin at some point.

Hi, my name is 5:55, but my friends call me 6.

About time.

Catalog Theory
If it’s the first thing one says but part of nothing after that, the opposite is meant.

It’s like looking at a Monet in grayscale.

“Goes cruising just as fast as she can now…”

Life is like playing whack-a-mole, with pesky issues popping up, needing to be beaten down, but too fast and too spread out to all be covered without being overwhelmed.

“…But you can come along with me / ‘Cause we got a lot of things to do now…”

Whack-a-mole is a game.
I’m going to have fun.

“…Fun, fun, fun / ‘Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away…”

While I seemed to have missed out on celebrating National Why Is 6 Afraid of 7 Day, at least I’ll be able to celebrate International Why Is 6 Afraid of 7 Day in just under a month.

I feel naked without a watch.

Inhibition.

I suppose it could be a wedge from a rice krispie treat wheel, but that still begs the question.

As much as I love being bribed with food, even doorstop/rice krispie treats, it feels jarring to have the traditional restaurant business model warped by giving people free food to leave, even though there’s nothing fallacious given the double negation.

“They get along much better now that she’s her ex-mother-in-law.”

“You’re really brilliant. But you’re always going to have the problem of people not getting you.”

I hate irrevocability.

Our wall-to-wall, it does not do us justice.