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DoublePost! You frickin' loser!

Hey, there are no double posts on the nine-six-two-two, Cold Chef! All that impacted anal clutter is best left in the Old Country. :)

That's it, Miguel! I'm telling Matt!

Matt? Maaatttt?

Ohmygod. We're all alone...

ANARCHY!!!!

*flings poo at coldchef*

*humps a tree*

9622.net: Striving daily to meet all your impacted anal clutter needs.

The lunatics, as the fellow says, are on the grass.

The cat, it can be assessed, is out of the bag.

Dinner is served, but there is no-one there to eat it. The sprouts are tough and the gravy is tepid. The beer has lost its fizz and a fly died in the cabernet.

k, that makes me recall an ad I saw in the local underground newspaper many years ago that went something like this:

"Toy paddle, womper-woof, and dustbuster. We've lost the filling station and sold your forks."

That is all.

I left that cake out in the rain.

And I'll be damned if I ever find that recipie again.

Oh yeah? Well, over bridge of sighs to rest my eyes in shades of green, under dreamin' skies to Itchycoo Park, that's where I've been.

Oh, hey. If you've already sent your email, you're all set. No need to do it again.

Delta Dawn
What's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose
From days gone by?
Did I hear you say
He was leaving here today
To take you to his
Mansion in the sky?

oh, man. do I have something for you, Kaf...

feh.

Just call me angel of the morning (ANGEL)
just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning (ANGEL)
then slowly turn away

Don't fuck with me.

If you can double post, why can't I double e-mail? *sorry*

And if I ever get rid of it, it won't be me anymore

Wow, I've never read about those sort of songs before. The ones you neither like or dislike because they go deeper than that. If I had to choose one, along the line's you've suggested, it would be Sinatra's Cahn/van Heusen-penned "Love and Marriage". I never liked it, though I love Sinatra, but you couldn't take it away from me. I was about six when I started hearing it too.What can you call this kind of song?

*sorry for the serious interval!*

The evil songs I love to hate? Anything by Journey. Ask my woman. I have this delusion that every single Journey song contains the phrase "Born and raised in South Detroit..."

And that's the phrase I sing. During every Journey song. Even "Faithfully."

Is there a seperate Beer Nuts list I can jump on?

"beer...nuts...I can jump on..."

There's a joke in there somewhere. A nasty one, too.

I do have that song Rock you Like a Hurricane in my head. Has been there for a while. Who wrote that song?

The Scorpions: "Rock You Like a Hurricane"
Music:Rudolf Schenker
Lyrics:Klaus Meine, Herman Rarebell

Note: That song isn't on that album, I don't think.

Lupo, one of my favorite bands, Dieselhed, cured me of that Juice Newton song by doing a great cover. Quite washed away the original.

Miggety, I think those songs have to have a name that suggests the formative and central nature of being. Like Fulcrum Songs or something.

And my brother in law is a Scorps maniac. He's German so I think he has no choice. Deep Purple too. The Germans, they love the Deep Purple.

I've got some more evil for you:

She's a Beauty - The Tubes

*shudder*

It's all about Rammstein.

I'm an affirmed Neubauten fan. Those Rammstein boys are babes in the woods.

The song that lingers in that Fulcrum Songs category for me is from k's favorite band: The Eagles, "Take It Easy." Second to that one is "Come Sail Away" by Styx. The third, and most devastating, "No Sleep 'til Brooklyn," by the band I used to love and now can't ever hear again.

Neubaten seconded. And Test Department, they were good too. That said, I still find myself liking Rammstein in a Percy Faith, Ray Conniff sort of way. Am I unfaithful to our origins, Kaf?

* Geste just called me a "posting machine" on MetaTalk. so forgive me if I'm slightly hurt and befuddled...

Rock You Like a Hurricane!!!

"Ve are zee Scorpions! Ve are from Germany! Are You ready to Rock?!!"

My first live show, ever. New Haven Coliseum, 1985. Opening act: Fuckin' Bon Jovi. They were getting booed even then.

I said it with love and irony.

Dagobert's and Mathowie's comments were said without them, I fear.

This is what 9622 is for. Want to talk about your petty gripes. Do it here. That way you don't piss off Fearless Leader, Migster. Dig?

Yeah, but with what proportions? Latest estimates are 99% irony and only 1% love. This is better than nothing, I agree, but still...

*cries*

Nugget mentioned Beer Nuts.

What's cheaper Beer Nuts or Deer Nuts?

Deer Nuts, cos they're under a buck!

[/rimshot]
[/taps microphone]

Is this thing on.....

*yanks cord*

Not any more, it isn't.

Better?

Great, now BlueTrain is going to take away our right to post images. Damnit.

Better?

All your alliteration is alluring.

*grumbles*
*straps on guitar to sing protest song*
*remembers he can neither sing nor play guitar*
*weeps at the futility of it all*

*weeps at the horrid sound of jon weeping*

*gasps at site of eyeball weeping*

Yeah, thanks ColdChef. I hate it when people on MetaFilter think we've fallen out, when we've never.

*flings poo*

*humps a tree*

*flings a tree*
*humps poo*

Don't forget the
Nugget! EBK once did me out of a packet - although he more than made up for it with his music - and Kaf has taunted me about this for decades now.

*poops beer nuts*
*flings a tree*

Hey, no fear Migs, I got your nuts.

But decades? Dude, ya'll are old.

*Poops trees (in the interest of better intestinal flora)*

Nugget, Miguel's slice of the space-time continuum maybe slightly different from our own. But we just nod and smile.

*Flings tree.*
* Flings Miguel.*
* Flings Russell Crowe*
*flings dirty monkey pictures*
*Flings Dorothy and her little dog too*

My beautiful mind is bouncing off my skull today. I will see you all later when I can approximate normal.
*returns to enya cd*

*flings enya at b****fire*
*smirks*

It's true, Nugget. I'll be forty seven on the 25th of this month. My only consolations are that my two 21-year old daughters haven't yet given me any grandchildren; I'm very happily married, and that I'm still, by some strange miracle, not unrelated to 9622.net, alive.

I still crave those beer nuts though - in fact, I'd live in Bloomington, Indiana if I could. :)

"that gum you like is going to come back in style"

that's just cool.

I will see you all later when I can approximate normal.

Real normal or you normal? Nevermind...

*flings beernuts at everyone*

Actually, Miguel reads younger than many of us.

I stopped giving a Miguel-sized fuck about life in general years ago.

*Flings Circus Peanuts as far away from self as possible*

*eats, instead, some Screaming Yellow Zonkers*

*Teeth singing with pain, regrets Zonkers*

*hands Dong some Zonkers*

"Join me! JOIN ME!"

*flings a cow*

*slurps Mountain Dew*

*thinks for a minute*

*adds sugar*

In my days as a café drone, I tried espresso mixed with Dew. Not a nutty taste sensation.

Also, won a caffeine contest with 16 shots in an hour.

Not fun.

*whistling "You Make Me Feel So Young*

"that gum you like is going to come back in style"

that's just cool.

It is. But DL gets all the props for that one.

*cries*

One of my wife's (aw) friends won a salt eating contest when she was 8. Landed her in the hospital.

Stares up at rain. Starts flinging in it.

I like the way a lurker would react if she or he would come looking for a list of addresses for a CD swap. Now, that's zonkers. Perhaps Kaf or Lupo will consider, for fair-trading purposes, a category change.

"Well, Hima, if you weren't so dang, dead-ringer similar to dong_resin, I swear I'd petition Matt to have you banned, just for that remark".

I was going to post that to MetaTalk but it would have ruined the doppelganger fun.

In college, we had a hamburger-eating contest during one of McDonalds' $.25 hamburger nights. I lost, as I could only eat 10.

I drank a whole bottle of tabasco in one go.
I didn't win anything, but I did cry a 1/2 hour later at the toilet. A lot.

adampsyche , the chinese used to commit suicide by eating a pound of salt.
But then, I'm sure you both know that now.

dong, who is that dude on MeTa who has that picture in his user page linked to your user page (he commented in 2337)? Scary!

When I was ten, at 4-H Camp, I drank two six packs of Root Beer on a dare. When I got sick, the carbonation caused the root beer to shoot out of my nostrils like a fire extinguisher.

Between the retching, I chased the other kids around, holding one nostril and spraying almost ten feet. I stopped when my stomach fluid burned my nasal cavities.

Also, I lost the attention of all the ladies I had been courting all week.

*shrugs*
Chicks.

A cousin and I had a raw-egg eating contest when we were 10 and 12, respectively.

When we each had eaten a dozen we realized there were no more eggs in the house, so we called it a draw.

Even though nothing bad happened, that was the last eating contest in which I ever participated.

Oh, and I've never eaten another egg since. Raw or cooked.

Hima Otsubusu is my Tyler Durden, Adam.
Or, I'm his. We forget.

Man, I haven't had the Screaming Yellow Zonkers in a long while, speaking of puking, and eating food on a dare.

I wish I had an alterego.

Don't worry. We'll find one for you.

Once I gain control of your involuntary muscle functions once and for all.

Or once you stop crapping on the deaf.

SHUT UP!

No you shut up!

GET THESE SPIDERS OFF ME!

Ah. Just remember: do not talk to her about me. That's three times you promised!

I didn't realize that anarchy involved this much typing. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for the random flinging of random things, I would be downright disappointed in anarchy. With all these catagories and whatnot, it feels so...I don't know...organized?

Yes but you get all the fish you can't carry.

flish ucan whary?

and a doggy?

I once laughed so hard that I started to throw up the rootbeer that i just drank, and then i started to swallow, so that I wouldn't actually throw up and my gum came out my nose along with a lot of rootbeer.

If you don't bring me orange juice I won't drink it.

I did the same thing with an apricot.

an apricot came out your nose? you win.

I give him whole Dr Brown's soda, shake him up and down, nothing!

Up his nose! Everything! Up his nose!

Me, I still can't get over not having BlueNose or NoseBleed or TrainedFlee or someone say "Take your banter elsewhere - this is not your playground".

Moxie and Humpty Dumpty Ketchup Chips till I die.
*flings own remains*

don't let the bastards get you down, my friend. as my mom used to say..."They're just jealous."

Anyone seen my husband?

not a whole apricot, mind you. half an apricot. bloody mess that whole affair was.

mrs crash davis?

Susan Sarandon is here? Hubba Hubba. I found her especially sexy as that nun in Dead Man Walking. Unresolved Catholic psychosis thing.

Anarchy!!!Yay! Typing! Yay! Eating salt! Yum! Ooh, snarfing up chewing gum! Yay! What flavor was it?
*runs around the poolside*
*pets strange dogs*

Just a couple days ago, I came home from work, was greeting my lovely wife and adorable daughter, and began to down a large glass of cool milk. How Norman Rockwell, no? Well, I had a sudden urge to cough, with a mouth and throat full of milk - so SPUTTHHHPPPT! Out came almost all of the milk, straight into the cabinet in front of me - so forceful it spattered up on the ceiling and on the walls. My wife fell over laughing, and my two-year old was very concerned - "Papa okay?". Milk dripping from everything within a ten-foot radius, I smiled, coughed again, and said through a dripping beard and moustache "yes dear, everything's just fine"

...and yet she knew that something had gone terribly wrong with Daddy's esophagus, right? ;)

here's a hanky.

See? Now that's what I call anarchy! When beverages refuse to follow the simple rules of being swallowed and rise up against their thirsty oppressors...

You really can't trust Mars. He almost broke my back on the coffee table during a round of monkey knug-fu sockball a few months ago. (He was using that damn dragon kung fu). For the record, I do still hold the county title in samurai watermelon baseball.

Hey - who's going to clean up all this poo, anyway? Shit - and trees, too? Ohhh, you people have really done it now ...

Two things (well, a helluvalot more, but (you folks have been busy today)) -

1. Micky C is 47 in a couple of weeks. I'm 37 in three weeks. Is there a word for those who are a decade apart in age?

2. ROCK YUO LIEK A HuORIKAEN!!!!!

But, poop makes the pretty trees grow commish.

BTW, Fellow NYC folk I shall be in NYC Tommorrow and Thursday. Contact by e-mail via my site if yooz wanna hang out, or alternately meet me at 7:00pm Thursday at the main booth in GCT, where me,Lisa and a couple other mefites and RTEMT are gonna paint the town...be there or be rhombus

I'm giving up typing my full nick. After today's marathon session I'm really starting to hate that reach-shift for the underscore key.

Actually, after seeing all the marathon sessions from today, it's probably a very good thing I can't get to 9622 during the day.

just use the remember me checkmark.

I thought that checkmark meant I'd get a card on my birthday.

sorry. feel like i stepped on your toes twice today. didn't mean to.

You did? You bastard. I demand satisfaction!

*glove smack*

*Begins hallucinating Simpsonesque B-52's singing "Glove Smack"*

*dozes*

*wakens*

What the hell was that?

let's all go to flaming moe's
where liquor in a mug
warms you like a hug
and happiness is just a flaming moe away....

I admit to using launch at work. They are playing Cinderella: Don't know what you got, till it's gone, recommended 'for you'. I don't know what that says about me. Or about the rest of you who somehow informed a database that this song would be ok.

"Don't know what you got till it's gone."

That's how I feel about Austin. *weeps*

Steve Austin?

Ike Austin. Chef's a big NBA fan.

last call for participants. we've got probably 20 or so people involved, so we'll probably do this in three groups. i'll choose them at random, and send out the lists this weekend.

"they paved paradise and put up a parking lot"

there's a one-joni limit to all mixes, please.

i think she was talking about the amy grant version.

*blows dust off Flesh For Lulu CD*

Let's see what we can do here.

ooo, reminds me of some kind of wonderful. still one of my favourite soundtracks.

Man, that version of "I Can't Help Falling In Love" is great. Who was that? Hmm. "Lick The Tins". What a weird band name.

Eyeball, if you're here, are you going to see Siouxsie and The Banshees in August?

No. Didn't know they were playing. BTW, that Some Kind of Wonderful soundtrack is the greatest soundtrack ever. Pete Shelley, "Brilliant Mind." The March Violets "Amanda Jones," and "Turn to the Sky." The Jesus and Mary Chain. Flesh for Lulu.

Hmm. Can't tell if you're interested or not. Anyway, Hollywood at the Palladium on the 11th, The Grove in Anaheim on the 13th.

salut.

I'm actually half interested. Everything after Through the Looking Glass disappointed me. The Palladium would be cool though. If you're going, let me know.

If you guys go, be sure to wear black. You don't want to stand out or anything.

No, EBK, this is the best soundtrack ever, very closely followed by this one.

Jon! Did you get my CD yet?

OK, I need some quick input. We have 17 (possibly 18) participants in the swap. Should we do two groups or three?

Two groups of 9 means we burning 8 discs each. Three groups of 6 means we burn 5.

I'm leaning toward two groups, but if anyone objects loudly, we can do three.

oh... in that case, I'm in

Three groups sounds spiffy to me.

I vote for two groups. Burning eight is not that much more than burning five, and we each get more.

I'd go for more than five, but something's gone wonky with my burner, and 4X is as fast as it will burn. I still have three to burn for the blue page swap, so if we have to do eight each here, it could be Christmas by the time I finish.

I could go either way, but I say go with three groups. It'll be easier on the financially challenged.

Oh and soundtracks?

Until the End of the World
is my favorite.

And Wings of Desire too.

Got to love that crazy Wim.

Are there real fans / collectors /swappers here?
Want rare items? Get in touch now!!!
Dee@asshole_spammer's_address_deleted.ru

Eep EEECH urgl snrt / shnzupupup /blblblbl aHOO?
AiEE pbbt pffft? Eep ak OMMMM orp!!!

Eep
Opp
Ork
Ah
Ah
Get in this capsule, baby!
We are blasting off!

Are there real fans / collectors /swappers here?

No, Dee. I'm afraid we're all impressively realistic fakes ...

I'm really more of a poseur, but, you know, whatever.

Kitty Jam ...

Kitty Jam ...

(so good you should visit twice)

No, Dee. I'm afraid we're all impressively realistic fakes ...

Speak for yourself, I'm a simulacrum

I subcontract for wax-works "real fans." I can't even get a full time gig.

Posted by: readymade on October 11, 2002 03:11 PM

...Or maybe like a tribute band that is an amazing simulation of real fans/collectors/swappers/spamming mofos.

I've got my tunes picked out! I'll be burning tomorrow, burner willing.

I'm slacking like Slackety Slacker the guy who slacks.

And I'm wearing slacks. How slack is that?

Where does slackness come from? From me. That's where.

Nope. Slack comes from Bob. We all know that.

Posted by: readymade on October 15, 2002 03:37 AM

Why does that filename have Optamystic's name in it?

Slackers unite! We're all having a meeting on ... no, fuck it.

Is "Optamystic" Daryl Snow? (Or Oral Robert?) I just found it on the Church of the Subgenius site doing a random "Bob" search....Spooky coincidence, or apocalyptic portent?

Posted by: readymade on October 15, 2002 06:40 PM

Um. I guess we probably shouldn't go bandying about people's real names here, just in case anyone's up for a federal post one day (though I can't imagine Optamystic running for anything, except maybe for his life if something angry was chasing him, but that's beside the point.)

So. um. Sorry I brought it up.

Delete! Delete!

*so, is it the apocalypse?*

Posted by: readymade on October 15, 2002 08:58 PM

*pulls sweater over head*

Will this wind be so mighty as to lay low the mountains of the Earth?

[/obscurity]

I miss Optamystic very much. And j.edwards. And mattpfeff!

Well, you could just go to provenance unknown or amphiskios.

For Optamystic, you'll have to check under freeway overpasses in the greater Los Angeles Metropolitan Region.

How the hell did I end up here? There was this flash of light, and then....

Kaf, how could you?

Dudley Moore. God rest his drunken soul.

Now do it for j.edwards!

Mekaleka-hi
Mekahiney-ho!

*waits*

*snip*

Did someone summon me?

Dude! How do you go to the bathroom with those things?

Eddie Scissorhands can't play no banjo.

And he REALLY sucked at "Rock, Paper, Scissors."

pfeffmeister! (i just wanted to type that for some reason)

umm welcome and stuff. the bar's that way. you'll need it

Well met, Sir Pfeffernickel!

tj, I need a bar also. Gold should suffice.

By the way, Kaf, did you end up seeing Siouxsie back in July?

Actually, no.

We're scrimpin' and savin' in the interest of buying a house soon, so things like that get pushed aside. I haven't been to a show in a long time.

Strangely, though, I still seem to find the cash for the occasional case of beer.

Funny how that works.

Beer is somewhere below oxygen and above housing on my list of requirements.

Every Friday brings my trip to Beverages & More to stock up for the weekend. I think a little Stella Artois is in the offing.

Or maybe Anchor Steam, in honor of the Giants!

Go Giants!

Stella's a bit gassy, and the closeset we get to Anchor Steam is probably Newquay Steam. I shall be entrusting my consciousness unto the gods of cold, black sleep ...

Greetings!

Though, should to say, I been here fo' a little while -- just been keepin' quiet-like, an' such. ...

It... It was Khan! He made me post!

Hello.

(j.edwards has prosthetic pectoral muscles)

Do they ripple?

but he's pryopic.

pre-opic?

Priapic.

Sorry everyone.

It's not a funny joke if you need to explain it.

Priapic? Meaning, y'know, uh, a little obsessed with his genitals?

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 04:25 PM

goneill, you beat me by a couple seconds. damn.

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 04:25 PM

again, i apologise for this and everything that i will ever write on 9622.net.

At least he's not presbyopic....

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 04:28 PM

i don't know what that means.

It's a transsexual Presbyterian.

presbyopia: Inability of the eye to focus sharply on nearby objects, resulting from loss of elasticity of the crystalline lens with advancing age. Some jokes are so obscure only I get them...

I'm apologizing right along with you, goneill.

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 04:33 PM

Shazam! Post!

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 04:38 PM

I thought it was a really long movie about the story of the Media.

No, it's the ability to become invisible to Presbyterians. I have the same thing, but it's Mormonyopic here.

I have a friend whose boyfriend is what I understand priapic to be*, and he makes 5 million dollars a year.

priapic(n) the ability to retain an erection after experiencing an orgasm.

oh yeah, that's a silencer.

Oh, is that worth something? I can do that.

I'd save money on fluffers, no doubt.

i don't think the two are related.

i don't think the two are related.
I'd hope not. Incest is no good for the gene pool.

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 05:36 PM

Does he make $5 million a year *because* he's priapic, or is that just a bonus?

Being pripaic could get inconvenient after awhile I guess. Although on the plus side he always has a place to hang his hat.

the two are wholly separate.

the strange part is we are all trying to get her to break up with him. in writing it seems futile.

If she does break up with him, can I have him?

he's pretty annoying...

Holy Crap! I did that Subgenius photoshop like five years ago.

I'm still alive. (waves)Hi everybody. I miss you kids, too.

As for using my real name...If it's good enough for the mighty Migs, then it's good enough for me.

You've got some impeccable timing. That picture has been linked so long we thought you might have sold your computer and moved to Botswana.

Maybe you did, and you're holding out on us for fear that we will judge you for not having the fortitude to stick it out. But really, we're pretty understanding.

Welcome back. That is, if you are in fact coming back and not just playing hard-to-get...

It does not matter how slowly you go, so long as you do not stop.

Hey comment spammer, you may want to wait until I'm not paying attention and exposing your email before you keep doing this --tj

and another IP address has been banned

Want to swap cds and dvds

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