"It's smoking. What's wrong with it?"
"That's steam. Are you not familiar with things that are hot?"
--A girl and a guy outside the Cheeseboard pizza shop.

"Two weeks ago she was helping me get ready, finding the old toys, going with me to the laundry room to wash the baby blankets. Now she says, 'when he's born you won't have any time for me.'"
"Well, I mean, you have to tell her that you're not going to love her any less. What is she, four? She's probably scared."
"I've told her that. I think she's just worried that she's not going to be number one anymore."
"Well, she's not. And you should tell her that. Zoe's a sweet kid, but it's better that she learns it now, instead of growing up to be one of the dazed 40 year olds whose sit here after an appointment with the shrink saying, *baby voice* '...I don't understand. I thought it was all about me.'"
--A customer and a stylist a few salon chairs over from me.

"Your bag is oversized. Our limit is fifty pounds."
"I can't really get rid of any of it now. Can I pay a fine?"
"We prefer not to refer to it as a fine, per se..."
"A convenience fee, then? That sounds better than a bribe."
--A woman and a ticket agent at SFO

"Does 'it's too summery' mean you'll be cold in it? The party's indoors..."
"No, that's not it. It's just a summery fabric."
"Oh, so what you're saying is that if you go to a party in December in flowery cotton you'll be considered a big dork?"
"It's just too summery."
--A guy and a girl examining dresses at the BCBG outlet

"Shut up. It's our business model, and you can't make fun of it until it totally fails."
--A guy sitting at the next table over at Khana Peena.

"And I was like, 'Darla, do you have any idea how easily the CTO of this company could be replaced by an infant? And no one would know.' *pause* ...I think she was just mad she hadn't thought of it first."
--A man talking on a cell phone at SFO

"A one hundred percent drama-free holiday season is always the goal, but this year I decided that drama-free for me was good enough... Yeah. So everyone around me was having the drama and I was pretty much ignoring them and hanging out at the kids table. My aunt has the cutest kids. And kid drama's kinda cute."
--A girl talking on a cell phone at DFW

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Don't even ask how I ended up in Dallas. The airlines played ping pong with me today. No, no, not like I was the opponent -- like I was the ping pong ball. Home. Good. Goodnight.

"He stole your blowdryer?"
"Yeah."
"Before or after you broke up?"
--Two women talking in the bakery section at Whole Foods.

"I think New Year's Eve is just a conspiracy to make you want Jamba Juice the next day. Think about it: hangovers, resolutions... um... it's winter, so you don't get much fruit in your diet..."
"Do you think maybe the holiday is older than Jamba Juice?"
--Two guys in line at Jamba Juice.

"Yeah, but then you've got to give them your address to send the check to."
"I don't think that psychos are browsing ebay for the addresses of random sellers to come and stalk. That's as dumb as worrying about the phone book."
"Good point. And it's not like you're a hot woman with pictures of yourself holding the baseball cards you're selling."
"People do that."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Bikini babes holding the stuff in the photos, stuff like that."
"That's brilliant. They should use bikini babes to sell everything. Life insurance! Carpet cleaner! I'll bet lots of women in bikinis could sell anything."
"Exceeeeept... the movie 'The Real Cancun,' which took in a mere 6 million."
--A girl and a guy at Peet's Coffee.

"Ain't no party like the non-suicidal party, 'cause the non-suicidal party don't stop."
--A guy a few tables over at Triple Rock

"I hadn't seen him in forever... No, not really at all... Wasn't he the anti-sheep when we were at Lincoln?"
--A woman talking on a cell phone on Shattuck

"I don't care, it's hopeless."
"At least you have hope. I'm without hope."
"Um. Hope-less? Meaning also without hope?"
--A guy, and a girl paying half attention to him, in line for the bathroom at Raleigh's.

"Now see, why didn't I learn, when you finally get what you most want you don't want it."
"Whoo, you're on fire tonight. Drink your beer."
--Another guy and girl, also in line for the bathroom at Raleigh's.

"Well... which beers are $7 a pitcher?"
"Pretty much any beer that sucks."
--A customer and a waiter at Raleigh's

"I could shave my head... Save the earth. I could be Moby."
"No, you couldn't."
"That's not what you're supposed to say. You're supposed to indulge me."
"Sorry. 'Why yes, you could be Moby.' ...Except the music part."
"GarageBand! It's looptacular!"
--A guy and a girl at Berkeley Bowl.

Whoa. In Passing got nominated for a Bloggie.

I find it more than vaguely amusing that the site was nominated the year when I've probably posted the least, thanks to a newfound reluctance to quote the people I now spend ten hours a day with -- my co-workers. (My co-students in college were somehow fair game.)

Have I mentioned I'm surprised? In fact, I'm so surprised that I suspect some sort of orchestrated fan effort, (you crazy kids), but I'll suspend my incredulity and just to say thanks all the people who nominated the site. In Passing is nominated in some pretty serious company. LYD is one of my favorite reads, and one of the other nominees has an HBO Special.

So I suspect that to some bloggers the Bloggies are old hat, mainstream, the anti-bloggies are the hip newness (or maybe they're up to the anti-anti-bloggies by now.) But it's not every day that my weblog is put on par with some blogging superstars and the weblog of someone who is funny for a living, and I think that's pretty cool. Thanks.

"No. No way. Give me an example."
*pause*
"That doesn't even count, I was trying to show Jenna I could drive with my knee."
--A woman talking on a cell phone outside Pegasus Books

"So then you can spend another two months not doing anything about it."
"Hey! Currently blocking on that!"
"I can't believe you just used the phrase 'blocking' to indicate that you can't pursue a girl because she has a boyfriend."
"You knew what I meant."
--A girl and a guy at Andronico's on Shattuck

"Because anything that is not a positive response to the question, 'Do you want eggs?' could safely be considered a negative response."
--A guy at Jupiter.