Previously on BDBCB4:BS, we almost ate pancakes. So, I got sick for awhile and forgot that I’d never posted this, what is probably the last of the Fifty Shades posts. (This is to say nothing of RIEtc.’s long, long absence. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I suck.) I say the last because it’s months later and we really don’t care anymore, and besides, we of BDBCB4:BS would like to spend our limited interaction time – now more limited than ever – on something that will not make us quite so, in a word, stabby. So Book Club is not dead, honest!, but I think Fifty Shades is dead to us, thankfully. So enjoy this blast from our collective literary past – which totally collapses into a ball of flaming 50 Shade post inside jokes – and take a sec to vote on the future. No seriously, like, right now (don’t worry, you can pick more than one thing):
50 Shades of Grey: The Internet is Hard, like Your Dad
In Back Door Book Club B!tches 4: Back in the Saddle, Because fuck you exploiters. Fuck you., Docta K, I Chat Therefore I Am, Katie, We's ravin'!, Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. on February 6, 2013 at 6:33 pm50 Shades of Grey: I Am Noticing Your Pancakes with Irony
In Back Door Book Club B!tches 4: Back in the Saddle, Docta K, Food - it's what's for dinner, I Chat Therefore I Am, Katie, Polls Hypos and Other Imaginings, Rooks, We's ravin'!, Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. on July 26, 2012 at 3:20 pmPreviously in BDBCB4:BS, we got over-enthused about sharks, if such a thing is possible. This week in Fifty Shades of Grey, we tackle the morning after, dick cozies, and text speak; discuss the relative value of homemade v. storebought; contemplate the myriad places soap should, in all likelihood, never go; and learn new things about French folklore and gentleman explorers. Also, we solicit YOU, dear readers! Keep an eye out for the poll!
Katie: OH HI!
Docta K: OH HAI! Look at how I am home SO FAST?!
Katie: YOU ARE EARLY. I AM IMPRESSED.
Docta K: I busted ass out of work. I was like, BOOK CLUB BITCHEZ. I GOTS TO GO.
Rooks: [heart]. Also, I love you both, but I swear I will only leave these first few lines like this to demonstrate to our readers precisely how much CAPSLOCK I generally have to deal with.
Some Loosely Connected Thoughts on Aaron Sorkin’s Verbiage and John Updike’s Package
In Artsy Fartsy Fuckface, Guest Posts on July 18, 2012 at 7:26 amHark, a guest post! It’s our very first one – we should probably bronze it or something, right? Our questionable commemorative choices aside, we’re happy Alex was willing to stop on by, and we think you will be too. Alex normally bloviates on the intersection of laws and social norms at Law All Over, but he says he has really enjoyed bloaviating on television and John Updike and hopes to do it again.
First off, full disclosure: I haven’t watched the most recent episode of Newsroom, so I can’t confirm the various reviews and rumors about its general awfulness, though friends tell me it was much better than expected. It’s amazing how fast questions about the show have transformed from “If it’s even better than West Wing, will Aaron Sorkin simply vanish in an orgiastic flash of light?” to “how is something this goddamn sanctimonious still enjoyable? I don’t like myself.”
Res Ipsa Etc. 