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	<title>Comments on: Oily &#8220;Celebrities&#8221; / Oily &#8220;Fans&#8221;</title>
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	<description>Whatever That Means!</description>
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		<title>By: susanhansell</title>
		<link>http://blog.susan-hansell.net/2006/08/24/oily-celebrities-oily-fans/#comment-11</link>
		<author>susanhansell</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 22:34:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Debra:  So sorry to hear about yet ANOTHER oil disaster, especially if it kept you home on a Saturday night!  But viewing your incident from the (plastic) glass (of oil-slicked dish-soaped) half-full slant o' light (electric, of course) brite-side:  At least you weren't out drinking (something jet-fueled, imported and boutique-y, natch), only to be caught up in the (oil-spun) nets of L.A.'s Finest's drunk-driving blockade! -- oh, to be young again; oh, to have enough oil for celebrity-worthy plastic surgery and professional hair treatments!  Sigh.  Pause.   Segway.  Nice poetic effort, Debra!  I particularly enjoyed singing your lyrics to the tune of "Oil Makes The World Go Around"!  xoilx  Susan</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Debra:  So sorry to hear about yet ANOTHER oil disaster, especially if it kept you home on a Saturday night!  But viewing your incident from the (plastic) glass (of oil-slicked dish-soaped) half-full slant o&#8217; light (electric, of course) brite-side:  At least you weren&#8217;t out drinking (something jet-fueled, imported and boutique-y, natch), only to be caught up in the (oil-spun) nets of L.A.&#8217;s Finest&#8217;s drunk-driving blockade! &#8212; oh, to be young again; oh, to have enough oil for celebrity-worthy plastic surgery and professional hair treatments!  Sigh.  Pause.   Segway.  Nice poetic effort, Debra!  I particularly enjoyed singing your lyrics to the tune of &#8220;Oil Makes The World Go Around&#8221;!  xoilx  Susan</p>
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		<title>By: Debra Fasciano</title>
		<link>http://blog.susan-hansell.net/2006/08/24/oily-celebrities-oily-fans/#comment-10</link>
		<author>Debra Fasciano</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 23:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Susan, I'm home on a Saturday afternoon due to an oil-based disaster: Been given a home permanent that's gone horribly awry -- bear an eerie semblance to "Annie" from the Broadway production and let me tell you... this time the sun may not come out tomorrow. Thought I'd jot down a few musings on OIL before I shoot myself. FUCK OIL (or would that simply mean using a latex-based condom?) Later....Debra

Dipshits and Diphthongs:

“Candy is dandy”
“Liquor is quicker.” And ain’t that all very sweet and neat.
But Oil is toil, baby --
Toil and blood, power and water, pumpin’ and bumpin’
Ain’t no one pure and ain’t nothing simple about it.

But  Oooh, Oooh, Oooil.
How I do love the way that word makes the cheeks dance,
Sucking in some parts, puffing out others, tickling the palate.
Yes indeedy, I’ll take Falling Diphthongs for 200, Alex.

And the Dipshits keep pointing at the ground,
Chanting to our young:  “Go Fetch and Die!”
Can you hear them?  Right here, right now.
We all be falling for this diphthong, baby.
Believe you me, we all be surely falling.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Susan, I&#8217;m home on a Saturday afternoon due to an oil-based disaster: Been given a home permanent that&#8217;s gone horribly awry &#8212; bear an eerie semblance to &#8220;Annie&#8221; from the Broadway production and let me tell you&#8230; this time the sun may not come out tomorrow. Thought I&#8217;d jot down a few musings on OIL before I shoot myself. FUCK OIL (or would that simply mean using a latex-based condom?) Later&#8230;.Debra</p>
<p>Dipshits and Diphthongs:</p>
<p>“Candy is dandy”<br />
“Liquor is quicker.” And ain’t that all very sweet and neat.<br />
But Oil is toil, baby &#8211;<br />
Toil and blood, power and water, pumpin’ and bumpin’<br />
Ain’t no one pure and ain’t nothing simple about it.</p>
<p>But  Oooh, Oooh, Oooil.<br />
How I do love the way that word makes the cheeks dance,<br />
Sucking in some parts, puffing out others, tickling the palate.<br />
Yes indeedy, I’ll take Falling Diphthongs for 200, Alex.</p>
<p>And the Dipshits keep pointing at the ground,<br />
Chanting to our young:  “Go Fetch and Die!”<br />
Can you hear them?  Right here, right now.<br />
We all be falling for this diphthong, baby.<br />
Believe you me, we all be surely falling.</p>
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