Mal: How drunk was I last night? Jayne: Well I dunno. I passed out.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 69: Practically names itself.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


smonster - Dec 21, 2011 9:55:01 am PST #12487 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

To hate like this is to be happy forever.

WORD.

Carolina is also in the camp of having a nickname separate from the mascot: we are the Tar Heels, but our mascot is Ramses the Ram. The latter started when a football player was nicknamed "The Battering Ram" many decades ago, and a linebacker started bringing an actual ram from his family farm to games. The same family still brings one of that ram's descendents to each football game. The former is either from our shipbuilding past, or some Civil War battle where them North Carolina boys stuck like they had tar on them heels.

Earlham College--although they use "Hustlin' Quakers."

Now I'm picturing Quakers working street corners, hustling... corn? No, that's husking.


Jesse - Dec 21, 2011 10:00:54 am PST #12488 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Or there's a separate scene where he talks about it in a show? Link?

There's a scene in the FX show with a conversation about the word, which includes a gay comic. Probably a YouTube search for Louie and faggot would bring it up.


Kathy A - Dec 21, 2011 10:36:03 am PST #12489 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

So they are the Georgetown "Whats!"?

Yep. I think it's a word associated with Jesuit colleges. Even though Marquette was the Warriors (before they changed to the Golden Eagles), the fight song went:

Ring out Ahoya with an M-U rah-rah
M-U rah-rah
M-U rah-rah-rah-rah-rah
Ring out Ahoya with an M-U rah-rah
M-U rah-rah for old Marquette!

It wasn't Shakespeare, but it was fun to sing and play on my clarinet. I could probably pull the arrangement out of the 25 y.o. depths of my memory if I tried, since we played it often enough at basketball games.


Amy - Dec 21, 2011 10:36:33 am PST #12490 of 30001
Because books.

There's a scene in the FX show with a conversation about the word, which includes a gay comic.

Was that the scene where they were playing poker? Because there was one poker scene where they started talking about being gay, and I couldn't believe the language they got away with.


Stephanie - Dec 21, 2011 10:37:44 am PST #12491 of 30001
Trust my rage

This conversation is making me wonder if all the good and creative names are in the South/East. Maybe because those schools have been around the longest?


Strega - Dec 21, 2011 10:45:20 am PST #12492 of 30001

meara -- The whole poker scene is here: [link]

You can skip to about the 5 minute mark.


Jesse - Dec 21, 2011 10:47:27 am PST #12493 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Was that the scene where they were playing poker? Because there was one poker scene where they started talking about being gay, and I couldn't believe the language they got away with.

That one.

And then he talked more about it on a Fresh Air interview -- not the most recent one, the one from a year or more ago. This is what I appreciate about CK -- he's very thoughtful. He's not always right, and he can be offensive, but he's not mindlessly offensive.


Amy - Dec 21, 2011 11:00:38 am PST #12494 of 30001
Because books.

Another tooth lost! Apparently it never loses its thrill. (Sara, not me, of course.)


bon bon - Dec 21, 2011 11:06:28 am PST #12495 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I would watch the whole scene. Basically what we're saying is that Louie CK doesn't talk about f****t unthinkingly -- or any epithet, really, he's famous for "my daughter is a c**t"-- his comedy is reliant on the idea that we're all terrible people.


Amy - Dec 21, 2011 11:08:04 am PST #12496 of 30001
Because books.

his comedy is reliant on the idea that we're all terrible people

Exactly. The show can be a little uneven, but he's always good.