Charlie

This is a slightly different situation, in which the plural pronoun "they" is used to refer back to the singular pronoun "hym" [sic], but the verb attached to "they" is "wol," which has the same form in both singular and plural, so there is no obvious confusion about subject-verb agreement.

Speaking as one who engaged in frequent group activity in my debauched youth, including in the Ramble, I have to say that I never encountered anything as complicated as you describe. I think it would require a choreographer with a great deal of control (think: Busby Berkeley) to make it work for even a few minutes. I think the newscast engaged in a bit of hyperbole.

See? I told you this is what happens!

That's actually a barrow of monkeys.

For those in the US who might be confused by Mike's post, that was 38 degrees Celsius, not Fahrenheit.

When I first moved to Philadelphia at 21, one of my new gay friends was a young Mormon who had recently finished his 2 year mission in the city, and had stayed in Philadelphia because he enjoyed his evenings in a local gay bar. He was more sexually sophisticated than I was (which wasn't easy!), and he took me to my first leather bar in New York.

Well, finally something we can agree on. Who would have thought it would be tapas.

Except for the escargots, there is nothing on their menu that I wouldn't be delighted to order. Sweetbreads are a favorite of mine, and it has been a long time since I have eaten anywhere that serves them. I have had venison occasionally, and even reindeer soup, but I am not sure what red deer is.

The problem with using "they" as a substitute for an individual is that is screws up the verbs that have singular and plural forms. "They are" is awkward to refer to a specific individual, and "they is" requires too much mental gymnastics. I would suggest substituting genderless "person" for the gendered pronoun: "Person is a drama queen."

I believe January 26th was yesterday in Australia.

I went to the Chrysler Museum in Norfolk years ago, but never knew this history of the man. I have also been in the church in Provincetown, which an old friend of mine was instrumental in converting to the town library.

I have encountered coyotes several times here in Palm Springs. One time I saw a coyote and a big bird fighting over something on the grounds of a nearby church. Another time I was walking up a major street and a coyote passed me on the sidewalk coming the other way; we nodded to one another. Twice from my living room I saw a large coyote in my yard on the other side of my pool; we just stared at one another, but as soon as I moved, he ran away and leaped over my wall onto the street. In my new house on the edge of the desert, I sometimes hear the pups howling on the other side of the wall at night.

In a sex club, people keep their shoes on.

"Jasper Plum" is a boutique women's clothing store in suburban Los Angeles, not exactly the right image for a BDSM top.

I can think of only one gender-related new term that has entered common usage in my lifetime, and it succeeded because it solved a generally recognized problem: the use of "Ms." (pronounced "miz") when the marital status of an adult female was unclear or irrelevant. Newly invented terms that don't address an issue that is perceived as real by those who are told to use them don't go much beyond threads like this one. A possible second term is "gay" for "homosexual male," which is easier because it is shorter and more colloquial, but it is an appropriated term rather than an artificial one.

You might check out reviews here for Chris in LA, who seems to be advertising that kind of scene.

I was at the night match at the Australian Open between Andy Roddick and Younes elAynaoui in 2003 that went to 21-19 in the 5th set. The next day it was reported that there was a spike in power usage all over the country as people who had gone to sleep before 11pm started getting calls from friends who were watching to turn on their tv sets to watch what was certainly the most exciting live match I ever saw.

But if it becomes a regular event on the social calendar, they might.

That was the original idea behind the PS event, just a few regular posters getting together for a meal and a chance to get to know one another; nine people showed up.

He is intelligent and personable and does have a good sense of humor, but I think that some of it stems from the fact that he reached prominence after the Roger/Rafa bromance was already established in the public mind, and it was no secret that they found his personality irritating in those days. I think that their attitude toward him has evolved, but the earlier perception still exists in the larger fan base, exacerbated by the aggressive nature of his Serbian fans.

I woke up with leg cramps at midnight PT, so I turned on the tv and watched some of the first two sets of the match. To me, Nole looks tired and not as interested in the game as he used to be. I think he has started to accept that he will never surpass Roger and Rafa in either the stats or the affection of the audience, no matter how hard he tries. I have never seen a photo that expresses that better than this one.

Nike is pushing salmon on their clothes at this tournament. I think it looks awful.

The first time I was kissed romantically by another male was also the first time I sucked, got sucked, fucked and got fucked. I was 17, and I thought it was the most thrilling part of the whole experience.

"Cultural options" in Palm Springs means drag shows. (OK, that's not completely fair--we do have an very good art museum, and of course there are excellent film festivals and Modernism Week.)

I play tennis here in Palm Springs all through the summer, so I am used to playing in fairly high temperatures, but we play as early in the morning as possible, and we have no prize money or ranking points on the line, so we can stop if it becomes too uncomfortable. I have played in temperatures between 90-100, but the humidity here in the desert is so low (single digit percentages are not uncommon) that it doesn't feel as oppressive as it would in Melbourne--I have been to the Australian Open when the temperature was 110 during the afternoon, and it was brutal.