SJ.com Style Guide!!! (running thread)

We've turned respectable. We're establishment. We suck. :'(

At least my ass is still supple. :-X

 

Hope I'm not D_Bing, but how about:

Krystal Grow: Intern at a small-town newspaper who gained journalistic acclaim when she didn't get a job at a major magazine despite her 5 (gasp! 5!) clips, and had a running (and hilarious) argument with the editor who denied her the job. She later tried to crash the funeral for HST.

 

Much more talk about your ass, and the sun may set on me. :-X

 

How about:

YHS: stands for 'your humble servant', the signature sign-off of halfmiler, who posts in the most formal style of any member.

 

See also: friendless, friend of the

 

:-X

 

Hey, Bubs, at least we're not dicksnorts like the rest of the day crew.

 

But I tell you what, that kitty may have been skinny, but she had the silkiest, shiniest coat!

Actually, I didn't think up the dog/cat line.  I heard it in the lyrics of some weird hillbilly thrash band.  Not the Hickoids, but something along those lines.

 

There was a great thread about

hokie's office Christmas party, and I don't want it to be forgotten.

Ace must be on vacation this week.

 

Don't kid yourself.

 

We have wandered too far without a serious discussion of Chinatown.

I remember his first posts, on a thread started by a young lady named Annie...she was asking about how women can get started in the business.

That first post was approximately, what, 3000 words?  Each sentence had to be diagrammed to extract the actual meaning. It was as if Yoda had joined the board.  'It is to believe, if one believes, and that is not to say all should believe, and yet many do, that in the course of intellectual pursuit, should you endeavor to pursue such intellect, you may find issues not unlike those you anticipate, which surely you do anticipate else you would not have commenced on the line of thought that inspired this thread.'

He didn't like TV people, he didn't like ESPN, he didn't like sellouts, he didn't like spoiled brats ('You, 21, are a spoiled brat!).

He made my eyelashes dive into my eyelids to avoid being singed. Five minutes on a thread with him, I would have chapped lips and an ear infection. I bit my nails for the first time in my life. I chain-smoked unfiltered Camels (okay, I lit them and let them burn down). I ate Oreos. I loved him. I hated him. My brother, my son, my brother, my....where was I. Oh, sorry.

Then he reached 1000 posts, and Chinatown vanished. Poof. In his place....Alma, the Swedish nurse.  

I need a drink, someone else will have to finish this one.