Heh, heh, heh. I can’t search “Eve,” but I can search for all posts by Eve. Don’t make me use it!
I shall alter my sig lines in your honor, Eve.
Not that I don’t do that twice a week anyway, still… 
Thank you, dear—I frequently quote one of her treasures: “I could never understand child abuse. In order to abuse a child, you’d have to be in the same room with one.”
The mind reels.
She’s the Reel Deal, a good part of what got me hooked on this place.
Back in my student days, I once quoted Eve in film class. I attributed the comment to the former Moveline columnist and everything, although I left out the fact that I was actually quoting one of her online message board posts.
Sadly, I can’t now remember what the quote was (I’ve had a long day at the office!), but it was witty and insightful and had something to do with film…which doesn’t really narrow the field much!
Sign me up as an Eve fan too-she makes me giggle and that’s a very good thing.
In the thread about the shredding of Eve’s diary, Eve mentioned that a particular day in 1976 (11/21 to be exact) was boring, except for a passage that was censored by her. I remarked that whatever it was she took out, it had to be better than childbirth, which is what I was in the throes of on that day. The exchange went like this:
Eve’s reply:
I still giggle when I think of this one!
An Amazing Doper with a staggering post count. In other words:
QUANTITY & QUALITY!
I use to read Movieline. Loved it. One of my favorite little bon mots was this writer who found and reviewed forgotten videos at the video store.
As I lost the will power to interact with the human species on a face-to-face basis and was assimilated in to the Vortex of Doperdom, there was this writer that was just so funny and her stuff was always spot on. Always.
When Eve revealed herself and told us of her nefarious Movieline past, I was flabbergasted, simply flabbergasted. I mean, how cool is that (!) and what are the chances in this crazy world of this happening?
When Movieline gave Eve the boot, I gave Movieline the boot. (It wasn’t too hard, they were sucking pretty hard by then. But they made fun of me in a letters to the editor and I smite them still. Bastards.)
Yay for Eve!
From the Eve vs. Glurge thread:
That’s only a tidbit…the whole thing was absolute genuis.
I’ll be away and computerless this weekend, but I didn’t want you to think that just because I’m not logging on, that I’m not hugely flattered to the point of embarrassment by all this . . .
Eve’s sweetly ascerbic remarks remind me a lot of Dorothy Parker, especially when she reviewed A. A. Milne’s newest Pooh book under her pen name, Constant Reader:
You mean Eve isn’t Dorothy Parker?
You know, there are a lot of really good posters here on the SDMB, but few have spawned as many tributes as Eve has. Which just goes to show that the phase creme de la creme really does mean something.
(It’s just not as good over ice cream as creme de la menthe.)
I have to say that my personal favorite was the sitcom “Leave it to Jesus - I’m really worried about the Jeez…”
Which brings to mind “Welcome Back Jesus” with its cast of zany sweathog apostles and “The Christ is Right” christiandom’s favorite game show.
The dialogue she wrote in the “gotcha ya” thread of infamy has me rolling on the floor no matter how many times I have read it before.
From a post on “Ken Burns’ Jazz”:
“Also took note of the section wherein Lousi Armstrong developed the cure for polio, introduced Doug Fairbanks to Mary Pickford, and singlehandedly apprihended Bruno Richard Hauptmann”
This little anecdote (from one of those “I can’t believe I said that” threads a few months back) produced pretty much the same reaction in me as in Mom."
“My mother, after comparing cell phone with her cat-sitter’s: “Allan pulled out his thing and showed it to me today—it’s so cute and little, and it unfolded and made noises!” Two-second pause till she realizes what she’s said, and falls off the sofa.”
My all-time favorite story from our recent Green-Wood Cemetery tour:
Cemetery Tourguide: *(Pointing to a gravesite) * Now all of you have heard of the firm Dun & Bradstreet, right? Well, that man there is Mr. Bradstreet.
Eve: And now he’s done.
Another treasure from the WWJoanCrawfordD file, in this thread about poor fashion choices.
