Comments on: Weekend bonus shot, 06.02.07

By: annz

annz — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 21:14:31 +0000

Believe it or not, I am related to the Bionic Woman by marriage, although I have never met her, not do I expect to. I think I would be speechless.

By: the KIABIL

the KIABIL — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 21:10:03 +0000

Crayons, beer, LD meets LD. I would have paid for admission. You’re right, annz, none of us are up for the LesbianDad drinking game. I do, however, think she’s written her epitaph (hopefully a century in advance of its use)… but I digress.

By: LesbianDad

LesbianDad — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 18:44:29 +0000

Okay here’s more. from Emily Almond, “Lesbians, Where Art Thou?”

I watched The Bionic Woman. Obsessively. Here was a beautiful woman who kicked ass weekly! (When she wasnâ€™t being chloroformed or dating men who didnâ€™t understand her.)

I loved her so much. I would replay in my head how she talked, walked, jumped, ran, smiled. I didn’t know it, but I had fallen in love.

So I rode my bike making bionic running sounds and lay at night in my bed, staring at my poster of Jaime in her pro-tennis days. I dreamed about how Jaime might need my help foiling an evil super-spy ring. She might need me to be the cute kid decoy while she goes around back and catches them red-handed, doing something with papers and money and briefcases while wearing plaid blazers.

We would go back to her townhouse after a long dayâ€™s work and have Kool-aid and sit by the fire. I would watch her run her hands through her hair and she would ask me to be her partner. I would accept my badge and gun gravely and tell her that I wouldnâ€™t let her down.

By: LesbianDad

LesbianDad — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 18:38:33 +0000

Would this be considered a digression? Or simply Exhibit A: Why any self-respecting lesbian would stop short upon reference to Lindsay Wagner.

By: annz

annz — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 17:14:28 +0000

Those of us who have had the pleasure of knowing LesbianDad “in real life” have contemplated inventing a new drinking game in her honor - whenever she says “… but I digress…,” everyone has to drink! (But, as we’re not generally a truly hard-drinking crowd, and since the detours are as enjoyable as the main road, it’s just more fun to just hold onto your hat and enjoy the ride!)

By: LookyDaddy

LookyDaddy — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 16:50:54 +0000

Oh, please. If you were doing any laughing, it was at yourself, as I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. After but a few hours together, I have now heard the beginnings of at least 30 separate LesbianDad stories, not a single one of them carried through to what a reasonable person might call a “conclusion.” The only way I could get you to be silent for more than 45 seconds was to invoke Lindsay Wagner.

By: LesbianDad

LesbianDad — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 16:07:38 +0000

That guy could mine humor from a root canal. O wait, I think he did.

You know, there was a stretch there where I actually didn’t stop laughing for at least five solid minutes. I’m not sure I’ve laughed that long and hard since an episode in high school that had mostly to do with Schlitz Malt Liquor, not with the quality of the humor.

By: Liza

Liza — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 13:04:30 +0000

Oh to be a fly giggling on the wall that evening.

By: LesbianDad

LesbianDad — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 00:28:14 +0000

It was a heady summit, sister, let me tell you. Oliver meets Hardy. Abbot meets Costello. I was this close, actually, to purloining one of those beer glasses myself. I shoulda actually pinched a spoon at least, for all the attitude we got from the maÃ®tre d’. What, they never seen underdressed cheapskates before?

By: anotherothermother

anotherothermother — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 22:42:14 +0000

OMG, a meeting between LesbianDad and LookyDaddy. I wish I had been there. I think it should go down in the annals of famous meetings, like the time Poe met Dickens in Philadelphia, or maybe more like the time Emiliano Zapata met Pancho Villa in Mexico City. Can I buy a one of those beer glasses as a souvenir? (You did save them, didn’t you?) Or at least a crayon?