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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Disqus - Latest Comments for elizcason</title><link>http://disqus.com/by/elizcason/</link><description></description><atom:link href="http://disqus.com/elizcason/comments.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2013 22:26:24 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Cylinder no.4</title><link>http://www.cylinderfour.co.uk/2013/02/i-thought-of-frida-kahlo.html#comment-799875661</link><description>&lt;p&gt;This is wonderful. Really something to be proud of, as it seems you are. &lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2013 22:26:24 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://blog.millsbaker.net/post/18507616783</title><link>http://blog.millsbaker.net/post/18507616783#comment-452859854</link><description>&lt;p&gt;This reminds me of how I nearly worked myself into a total cryfest realizing that my cat doesn't have a clue where I go as soon as I turn the corner. But then I said, "Hold up, Elizabeth--he doesn't give a gawdern where I am, only that I'm not with him." We won't talk about how I then debated driving him to work so he could see where I go. Anyway, anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was hoping a bunch of people would've answered your question, which, OK, I guess it's rhetorical. But, let's just discuss this because if I were to choose the latter, wouldn't I eventually arrive back to where I am? Once you have instincts, though, you have those for life! &lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 19:37:49 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://enormousair.tumblr.com/post/17559908558</title><link>http://enormousair.tumblr.com/post/17559908558#comment-438202701</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Seriously! Honestly! I was just thinking about you in a very hazy sort of way yesterday! I picked up Jean Stafford's short stories off my shelf and I was trying to remember who on the Internet recommended her, but couldn't quite pin it down. But it was you, I swear it was. Shoot. Glad you're back.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 19:11:19 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://blog.millsbaker.net/post/6144774194</title><link>http://blog.millsbaker.net/post/6144774194#comment-217362769</link><description>&lt;p&gt;All I can hear in my head is the "I like turtles"-zombie kid. Surely you've seen it: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMNry4PE93Y" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMNry4PE93Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watc...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 13:24:34 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/1715434347</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/1715434347#comment-104752756</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Ho ho - there's a pun. Man, this post was popular. There ain't ever no rhyme or reason with these things. Sometimes everyone's all like, "She speaks to me!" and other times everyone says, "What is the sentimental eccentric talking about this time?"&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 13:09:17 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://blog.millsbaker.net/post/1660077396</title><link>http://blog.millsbaker.net/post/1660077396#comment-101244797</link><description>&lt;p&gt;OMG, Mills. Unrelated.&lt;br&gt;I had this dream that you reblogged something of mine, just a snippet of something. It was super colloquial, and people kept reblogging in a fury about how stupid it was of me to write like that. "Call me old-fashioned," they said, "and maybe it's 'the style,' but I find it infuriating when people purposefully use bad grammar to meet some end of seeming like 'one of the ordinary people.'" IT WAS TERRIBLE. It was up to, seriously, 10000+ notes in a matter of hours and my fine, as-perceived-by-strangers reputation was completely sullied. Although tons of people defended me and that was charming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phew. What a nightmare.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 12:48:11 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://www.noraleah.com/post/1228592955</title><link>http://www.noraleah.com/post/1228592955#comment-83482662</link><description>&lt;p&gt;WHAT THE HECK&lt;br&gt;Why am I not still following you? What happened? Gah! I don't know! I'm sorry! Rectifying this huge error!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(And yes, you're invited to Turkey, not because I have a say in these things, but because Chris told me many moons back that in his greatest hope of hopes, you and all the other people mentioned +kateopolis would all sit down together in his new home.)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 03 Oct 2010 12:29:31 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://mills.tumblr.com/post/1098357980</title><link>http://blog.millsbaker.net/post/1098357980#comment-76761330</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Do people use disqus anymore? Well, anyway. This is excellent, really golden, in that way that it's a thing I've been thinking about often, so it's good to read something that ties it up concisely and neatly. I always get tied up in colloquialisms and roll down steep digressions. You know.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 15:51:32 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/1000813165</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/1000813165#comment-70886578</link><description>&lt;p&gt;In the five years prior to this photo being taken, I had broken my brother's nose twice (he looks Roman now, because of it), and my mom's once (she ended up getting surgery). Now, granted, I don't remember any of it, and they were deemed accidents, but who is to say?&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 21:33:05 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/925404705</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/925404705#comment-67320655</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm sober, and I appreciate it. Maybe you're right. I had one person tell me that I am the key to opening a portal of strangeness. Well, I don't know, but maybe.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 01:23:40 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/867454866</title><link>http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/867454866#comment-66234714</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Excellent! I think that's the way NYC is meant to be handled. Anyway, just thought I'd check in. I get nosy when people are doing the things I think I may want to do. Relieved to hear success can be found in that town. Keep up the adventuring, but avoid the alleyways.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 12:00:05 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/867454866</title><link>http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/867454866#comment-65652268</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Completely unrelated: How are things in NYC going?!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 22:24:21 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/851248234</title><link>http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/851248234#comment-64004814</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I think you may always have ridiculously nice things to say about people. You must hate some people, right? Not that I champion the misanthropic identity or nothin'. Just posing a question.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 22:33:08 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://meaghano.com/post/845922005</title><link>http://meaghano.com/post/845922005#comment-63754821</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Ha! Yes! And the "She's all that and a bag of chips," or, uh, yeah. Lines from Clueless, mostly, I guess. I definitely tried to create some clever ones on my own that fell completely flat and that's totally why people got away with claiming I had a unibrow, and you know what? Whatever.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 14:21:47 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/790488995</title><link>http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/790488995#comment-61374996</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I can never understand how people just &lt;i&gt;move&lt;/i&gt;. I say this because I envy you, not because I'm judging! Shoot. Maybe maybe maybe, Brad, I'll be your neighbor one day when I have a plan and the promise that rent will be able to be paid on time and in full.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also: A HOT AIR BALLOON!!!!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 21:41:44 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/780450397</title><link>http://unbornwhiskey.tumblr.com/post/780450397#comment-61305342</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Unrelated: I missed something somewhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are you moving to New York? Presumably, your answer to this should also cover the question, "What will you be doing in New York?" but just in case, tell me the what, too. Although I thought I'd given up on the idea of big cities, Brooklyn and San Francisco are looking mightily attractive at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 12:32:31 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/781263748</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/781263748#comment-61103935</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I'm fairly certain that most dictionaries and the important people in the grammar field who make the rules, have accepted "aggravating" as being synonymous with "annoying". Not that the Internet is always right, but I'm finding that Washington State University cites it as being a "valid use" of the word for four centuries!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, this means that one day soon, "could care less" will likely become acceptable as a result of consistent misuse!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 09:34:22 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/781263748</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/781263748#comment-60956414</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I have not seen it! IT IS EXCELLENT AND TRUE! When I was in London, "could/couldn't" was cited as the most infuriating Americanism, and I now suspect they were reciting this video verbatim. That said, I still say, "Hold down the fort," primarily because I enjoy imagining a tent nearly blowing away in a storm, which, obvs., is the Storm of Life.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 12:56:15 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/761857682</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/761857682#comment-60385846</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Butter may go with biscuits, and oil may not mix with water, but what I know to be absolute truth is that mountains and storms are not to be taken together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I drove down the Pacific Coast Highway at night in a thunderstorm, watching in absolute horror as the lightning illuminated cliffs below. I've never felt closer to dying, I don't think.)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 00:47:47 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/761857682</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/761857682#comment-60323486</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Shoot, Brad - thanks. I feel like what I'm about to say is pretty standard-response, but I mean this: I needed to hear something like this, today. So hats off to you for making me that tiny bit less moody.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 15:17:42 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://youveescaped.com/post/719196683</title><link>http://youveescaped.com/post/719196683#comment-57773457</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Unrelated: If you legit want one of those necklaces, let me know. Email me, "ask" me, etc.. I can custom something for you. [I just drank a lot of gin, otherwise I'd think of something witty to place in this space.]&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 15:37:34 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://annotations.tumblr.com/post/708956083</title><link>http://annotations.tumblr.com/post/708956083#comment-57591501</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I'd guess, presuming you aren't a real vacation planner, that you are bored at work and want to learn how to ask, "Where is the toilet?" in every language, while also wondering at what hijinks you could find yourself in involving the local weirdest animal, a rubber band ball and a water pitcher. How close am I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will keep you in my address book.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 01:12:26 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://annotations.tumblr.com/post/708956083</title><link>http://annotations.tumblr.com/post/708956083#comment-57589715</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh, like a row-fight!&lt;br&gt;Your email address comes up when you reply on posts. Which, come to think of it, is odd because when you reply to my replies, you're a vacation planner. Don't worry - I won't send you spam!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 00:48:45 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/713535664</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/713535664#comment-57584128</link><description>&lt;p&gt;We are gods, only too happy to oblige in the excruciating task of acting upon our every whim for the sake of mass happiness, to instill that peaceful feeling in everyone's souls.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 00:32:14 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/713535664</title><link>http://locomotivehootenanny.tumblr.com/post/713535664#comment-57582450</link><description>&lt;p&gt;blah blah blah left a comment here, meant to reply - how the eff do I delete these things?!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elizcason</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 00:30:14 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>