Ocean’s 13, having seen the 11th but not the 12th, is enjoyable like the first, for again it offers a simply pure plot. The pacing of the plot does feel a little uneven, like it suffers from too much momentum: things fail and succeed as if set by a strict linear relationship. Oddly, though, it is the absence of characterization which makes it feel empty. The first film handled this component neutrally, as if the plot were let to unfold without regard to character. But here, characterization seems almost deliberately checked for an established plot. In a way, this reflected in the title: 11 were 11 people, but 13 is 2 sequels past an established number.

Left/Right
Male/Female
Red/Bravman

At first it seems obvious that cats would use the subjunctive: “I would claw at your leg, if I could do so without having to move.” But then one realizes that they probably don’t even need the indicative. To a cat, the imperative is sufficient: “Move.”

At least by switching to business I’ll be able to balance my checkbook. Whereas if I did engineering, I’d be able to fix my car. Which is also a useful skill, I suppose.

Getting to work.

I missed the 2. I missed the 44.

Why don’t they have a copier that also holepunches?
They do.

There should be a system to deal with incompetent underpaid apathetic central officers misfiling German dictionaries in the science-fiction fantasy section.

Should we use our 400 Schnucks napkins or our 600 Vanity Fair napkins?
I should be all we should use our whatever napkins in case we have a blah-de-blah, but I don’t care right now.

So I was wondering, if I were to be all- OMG where are the DVDs?-...
<panics despite holding said DVDs>
...how you would react. And now I know.
<recovers and narrows eyes>

“A secret to be told, a gold chest to be bold, / And blasting forth with three-part harmony...”

There is something about seeing happy people being happy that makes people happy.

“...How about the power to move you...”

Everyone of the show has slept with at least 2 other cast members.
I think you mean characters.

It’s a movie I like, just not to watch.

I’d forgotten how passive-aggressive she could be.

I’d never hated Hermione Granger before.

And now finally some awkwardness that isn’t you or me.

It’s growing on me.

Still don’t know what that smell is or why the fire isn’t spreading.

I hate it when someone is annoying but doesn’t realize they’re annoying.
This is totally one of those ironic moments when I’m an annoying person who doesn’t realize I’m annoying, isn’t it?

Special Topics in Calamity Physics is exactly like a certain movie, which if named would irrevocably spoil a book much undeserving of spoiling. Overly rich in directly cited allusions, the story manages to be both extremely alien and completely familiar simultaneously. The questions raised are not left unanswered; nevertheless I’m still not sure I know which of those answers are correct.

I have a suspicion, and should probably reread.

Knocked Up is an oddly good movie, because it is so subtly good. It doesn’t seem like it should be; in fact, it seems like it should be utterly mediocre. And yet, it consists of nearly pure quality. The acting is weak at times, but somehow nevertheless the characters, themes, and symbolism seem too plausibly real.

The problem with objectivity and subjectivity is that indecision trumps them both. Is that one good? Is this one better?

I use my shotglass for mouthwash.
I use my mouthwash bottle for alcohol.

Summertime Mixer. Whether in the group that likes it or the group that doesn’t, drink up.

Did you know that they used to treat narcolepsy with meth? In addition, Hitler.

Apartmentwarming Party tonight, in honor of 6252 S. Rosebury, Apt. 1. All welcome. Stop by tonight for as much or as little as able.

The cure for gelato withdrawal is Ted Drewes.
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Because it’s great to be back in STL: Apartmentwarming Party Friday evening.

Surf’s Up has 3 excellent qualities: it is short and simple and full of penguins.
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Apartmentwarming Party this Friday evening. If you’re in STL, you’re invited.

Page by page, on the same.
(Seeing double.)

Futons are good things.

We would have much less furniture if we were living on the second floor.

“Look forward to great fortune and a new lease on life.”

If you can’t stand the heat, don’t sit near the furnish.

“Every person is the architect of his or her own future.”

“Sister’s sighing in her sleep / Brother’s got a date to keep…”

6252 S. Rosebury, Apt.1

“…Our house…”

All I want is a warm bed and a kind word and unlimited power. And maybe not even the kind word or the unlimited power.

Long delay for food.
Rolls falling apart.
Persistently asking for cash payment.
Cockroach.

There are reasons why sushi shouldn’t be eaten.
There are reasons why a tip shouldn’t be left.

Once bitten, twice shy.
I want to be doing something fun tonight.

All normal people are alike; every crazy person is crazy in their own way.

“Moo.”

Pizza and accordians and waking up at 7:15am: The more found, the more missed.

“Ribbit.”

“Make me a pizza.”

I can’t go to a bar to not drink because I don’t have a fake ID. This takes absurdity past the level of soulless parasol wielding Japanese tourists.

We have 3 copies of this book: one is marked at $14.95, one at $15.95, and one at $16.95. And the one marked at $15.95 is preprinted at $14.95 and in the computer at $16.95.

"Don't you just love when you get blindsided by something you never ever saw coming?"

Taken aback. I’m still not sure.