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  • Say what you like about David, but I approve of his idea of Santa just stealing toys from the naughty kids because coal is too expensive.
  • moothemagiccow: too bad it's faaaake


    Why is that "too bad?"
  • So what is with NPRs fascination with Sedaris? I swear he is on the station like every month.
  • I think it's his voice. He has the perfect androgynous, tendentious, generalized East Coast delivery.
  • I prefer his "Six to Eight Black Men" story when it comes to Christmas.
  • i upped my meds-up yours: I think it's his voice. He has the perfect androgynous, tendentious, generalized East Coast delivery.


    He's from North Carolina.
  • God, he's a douche ! I wish NPR would fire his snarky, hipster arse !
  • moothemagiccow: too bad it's faaaake


    Spoiler alert: So is Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Moby Dick, House of Leaves, Dr. Who, and everything else that has ever obviously been fiction, ever.
  • LouDobbsAwaaaay: moothemagiccow: too bad it's faaaake

    Spoiler alert: So is Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Moby Dick, House of Leaves, Dr. Who, and everything else that has ever obviously been fiction, ever.


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    While we're at it.
  • Comsamvimes: I prefer his "Six to Eight Black Men" story when it comes to Christmas.


    I love that story. I read the updated Holidays on Ice last week. Another one that gets me is "Seasons Greetings to Our Friends and Family!!!!"
  • Big Boy
    by David Sedaris
    (excerpt from Me Talk Pretty One Day)

    It was Easter Sunday in Chicago, and my sister Amy and I were attending an afternoon dinner at the home of our friend John. The weather was nice, and he'd set up a table in the backyard so that we might sit in the sun. Everyone had taken their places, when I excused myself to visit the bathroom, and there, in the toilet, was the absolute biggest turd I have ever seen in my life - no toilet paper or anything, just this long and coiled specimen, as thick as a burrito. I flushed the toilet, and the big turd trembled. It shifted position, but that was it. This thing wasn't going anywhere. I thought briefly of leaving it behind for someone else to take care of, but it was too late for that. Too late, because before getting up from the table, I'd stupidly told everyone where I was going. "I'll be back in a minute," I'd said. "I'm just going to run to the bathroom."

    My whereabouts were public knowledge. I should have said I was going to make a phone call. I'd planned to urinate and maybe run a little water over my face, but now I had this to deal with. The tank refilled, and I made a silent promise. The deal was that if this thing would go away, I'd repay the world by performing some unexpected act of kindness. I flushed the toilet a second time, and the big turd spun a lazy circle. "Go on," I whispered. "Scoot! Shoo!" I turned away, ready to perform my good deed, but when I looked back down, there it was, bobbing to the surface in a fresh pool of water. Just then someone knocked on the door, and I stated to panic.

    "Just a minute."

    At an early age my mother sat me down and explained that everyone has bowel movements. "Everyone," she'd said. "Even the president and his wife." She'd mentioned our neighbors, the priest, and several of the actors we saw each week on television. I'd gotten the overall picture, but natural or not, there was no way I was going to take responsibility for this one. "Just a minute." I seriously considered lifting this turd out of the toilet and tossing it out the window. It honestly crossed my mind, but john lived on the ground floor and a dozen people were seated at a picnic table ten feet away. They'd see the window open and notice something dropping to the ground. And these were people who would surely gather round and investigate. Then there I'd be with my unspeakably filthy hands, trying to explain that it wasn't mine. But why bother throwing it out the window if it wasn't mine? No one would have believed me except the person who had left it in the first place, and chances were pretty slim that the freak in question would suddenly step forward and own up to it. I was trapped.

    "I'll be out in a second!"

    I scrambled for a plunger and used the handle to break the turd into manageable pieces, all the while thinking that it wasn't fair, that this was technically not my job. Another flush and it still didn't go down. Come on, pal. Let's move it. While waiting for the tank to refill, I thought maybe I should wash my hair. It wasn't dirty, but I needed some excuse to cover the amount of time I was spending in the bathroom. Quick, I thought. Do something. By now the other guests were probably thinking I was the type of person who uses dinner parties as an opportunity to defecate and catch up on my reading.

    "Here I come. I'm just washing up."

    One more flush and it was all over. The thing was gone and out of my life. I opened the door, to find my friend Janet, who said, "Well, it's about time." And I was left thinking that the person who'd abandoned the huge turd had no problem with it, so why did I? Why the big deal? Had it been left there to teach me a lesson? Had a lesson been learned? Did it have anything to do with Easter? I resolved to put it all behind me, and then I stepped outside to begin examining the suspects
  • LouDobbsAwaaaay: moothemagiccow: too bad it's faaaake

    Spoiler alert: So is Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Moby Dick, House of Leaves, Dr. Who, and everything else that has ever obviously been fiction, ever.


    found this book in the nonfiction section of my library
  • Wait, House of Leaves was fiction?
  • moothemagiccow: LouDobbsAwaaaay: moothemagiccow: too bad it's faaaake

    Spoiler alert: So is Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Moby Dick, House of Leaves, Dr. Who, and everything else that has ever obviously been fiction, ever.

    found this book in the nonfiction section of my library


    Idiots or lazy people? In YOUR library? It's more likely than you think.
  • LouDobbsAwaaaay: moothemagiccow: LouDobbsAwaaaay: moothemagiccow: too bad it's faaaake

    Spoiler alert: So is Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Moby Dick, House of Leaves, Dr. Who, and everything else that has ever obviously been fiction, ever.

    found this book in the nonfiction section of my library

    Idiots or lazy people? In YOUR library? It's more likely than you think.


    Well, now I feel stupid because I always thought it was a non-fictional anecdote.
  • moothemagiccow: too bad it's faaaake


    Go back to f*cking sheep. Or whatever it is you do in Texas. Or Wyoming.
  • The English Major: Comsamvimes: I prefer his "Six to Eight Black Men" story when it comes to Christmas.

    I love that story. I read the updated Holidays on Ice last week. Another one that gets me is "Seasons Greetings to Our Friends and Family!!!!"


    My favorite is "Dinah the Christmas Whore."
  • At first I confused David Sedaris for David Rackoff, and was going to rant about what insensitive jerks some of you were, then I realized I'm a dumbarse.
  • Yet another reason to get rid of NPR. It's hard to decidle who has the more annoyingly constipated delivery, him or Ira Glass.
  • Palmer Eldritch: Wait, House of Leaves was fiction?


    Cripes, I hope so!!
  • I prefer reading it myself, I don't care for his delivery.
  • This was crap, sorry. I got a chuckle out of "I'm going to have you fired/I'm going to have you killed", but that was it. This guy sounded like he belonged on This American Life (which I detest) and maybe he IS on that show. His voice grates on my every last nerve, which is no way to spend any part of the year, much less the Christmas season.

    Raptop: Big Boy
    by David Sedaris
    (excerpt from Me Talk Pretty One Day)

    It was Easter Sunday in Chicago...


    If you want a FUNNY potty story, I'll just leave this here: The Ryan's Steakhouse "Greatest Story Ever Told" (Poppitty)
  • dictyboy: My favorite is "Dinah the Christmas Whore."


    Oh, God, that is a classic.
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