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Why do i keep thinking there needs to be pastel in that picture?

Miguel, I am shocked--shocked to the core. I never thought that you would mistake a quadrille for a minuet.

It's a fugue! Note the repeated theme. The counterpoint. The sass!

What da fugue? Quadrille? We must flee, Sausalito, my son, for we have fallen among experts.

And Rosalita, my daughter, ahem.

Pleebs. It is neither minuet, nor quadrille, nor fugue, but a csárdás

Listen, you idiots! We're never going to summon Azathoth correctly until you can learn to pay attention!

Steven! Stop licking your nuts! Don't think I can't see you back there!

*pollock!*

All the other ringtails suddenly realized that Harold wasn't just "sluggish lately", and had in fact been taxidermied some weeks ago.

I can't stop looking at the stance taken by the guy all the way to the right. I think I'll strike that pose a few times today as I stand by the printer, waiting for my documents.

Don't just stand there, let's get to it
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it

*don't tell me you weren't thinking of it*

actually, i wasn't. but now that you mention it, i may just sit on the copier, like our friend in the front there.

That's no minuet miguel, and they ain't vogueing either, tizzie. I'll tell ya what dance they're doing:

It's Just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
Put your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane
Let's do the time warp again
Let's do the time warp again

Now we just have to find appropriate constumes in their size.

When McNally said
He didn't love his teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid
But when he threatened your life
With a switchblade knife
What a guy!
Makes you cry!
Undt I did!

*rides in on motorcycle*
*grabs nearest female and begins suggestively dancing*

Whatever happened to Saturday night
When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright?
It don't seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life, I thought I was divine...

I used to go for a ride with a chick who'd go
And listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowin' on a rock & roll show.
You climbed in the back seat, you really had a good time.

Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock 'n' roll.

My head used to swim from the perfume I smelled
My hands kind of fumbled with her white plastic belt
I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine

Get back in front, put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song.
With your arms around your girl you'd try to sing along.
It felt pretty good, oh, you really had a good time.

Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock 'n' roll.

Eddie was always my favorite.

*fears several more links of Rocky Horror material*

I don't know, man. I can hardly even watch The Rocky Horror anymore. I think it was very much a product of its time. But maybe that's just because I was overexposed to it in my formative years.

I saw it recently with Sebastian Bach.

can't . . . stop . . . laughing . . .

*hikes pants up to nipples, turns to kaf in wheelchair next to him*

Yes, we're showing our age, bucko, but hey...

*lifts up wheelchair balnket to reveal garters and fishnets beneath*

*puckers bright red lips*

no-necked bastard!

I've never understood the fascination with the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

This really pisses people off.

That's what I'm sayin, Brittney. It's kind of a drama-club anachronism. But fun to remember nonetheless.

*feels vaguely offended*

I'll have you know that I was never in the goddam drama club. Nor did I ever participate any extra-curricular activities of any kind!!

*realizes this probably among the reasons he wears a nametag to work and shuts the hell up*

I would hazard a guess that there aren't too many 9622ers who were deeply involved in extracurricular activities, unless you count hanging out in the park across from school and smoking all day.

Extracurriculary activitays? Wossat, dude?

In between that (smokin), I was a member of B.A.S.E., the Black Awareness Society for Education. We had Malcolm X's kid speak there once. (I went to school in Detroit.)

I will proudly admit to being a drama geek.

Just not one that had the entire script of the Rocky Horror Picture Show memorised. The entire libretto to Rent, Phantom, and Les Miserables, yes.

I'm just cranky because my collectible Cheez-It NASCAR hasn't arrived yet.

We didn't have a park across from school, just some condos. Although one time me and a few pals had skipped assembly and drank a case of Budweiser, a pint of DeKuyper Root Beer schnapps, and passed a bowl around for a while.

Later on, somehow me and one of my buddies had managed to get on the slanted roof of one of those condos where we lay passing a joint back and forth. We had to take a leak but we were too blitzed to get up so we just unzipped and let it run into the condos rain gutter.

good times, good times.

That's the second time that Kafkaesque has brought up Cheez-its for absolutely no reason.

Make of that what you will. Just don't say I didn't warn you.

*sigh*
I may have to leave this happy place of ours.

I was in:
The Beta Club
The French Club (president)
Just Say No to Drugs (stop your giggling)
FBLA
4H
Yearbook
Drama
Computer Club
Chess Club
Student Council
Prom committee chairman
Homecoming chairman
Organized food drives for the poor
Founder of my school's suicide hotline

I was an altar boy at my church, never drank until college, a technical virgin, and I was in the Boy Scouts until I was twenty.

Yes, I am an Eagle Scout.

I'll just put my key on the table, and I won't bother you folks any longer. I'll send someone by for my stuff.

CC--it's an old saying but now it's finally true. We are the people your parents warned you about.Let the delinquency contributing begin.

*cranks Thin Lizzy's live "Whiskey in The Jar" and flails around the room*

What's a beta club?

It's ok, ColdChef. I was a Girl Scout until the age of 16.

Do you know how hard it is to compete with the 6 year old in pigtails when selling Girl Scout cookies? I had to resort to a liquid latex uniform...

Did you know: Midge Ure, of YHBC's and my beloved Ultravox, was once a member of Thin Lizzy?

And I would like to mention that Cheez-Its a re always relevant. And delicious! That's their new slogan, I think.

Cheez-Its: Relevant and Delicious!

I was the only girl in Chess Club.

Not that those boys knew what to do about it.

Midgey was in Thin Lizzy? Did not know that.

Favourite Ultravox track: Dancing With Tears In My Eyes

kaf- look who you're askin' man? Of course Midge was in Lizzy, as was Snowy White, Brian Robertson, Scott Gorham, Gary Moore, and possibly me during some of my "lost" period.

The National Beta Club

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack fol my daddy-o
Whack fol my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

*thanks god he's Irish*

I was a member of the teen-angst and reprobates club, but I was to much for them and they asked me to leave.

Then I discovered punk rock.

Posted by: readymade on August 22, 2002 02:24 PM

I was voted most likely to star in a pr0n film.

I ran track for two seasons, before i started smoking.

And I co-founded an Amnesty International chapter.

Then I discovered that smoking pot was WAY more fun than writing letters to foreign dictators.

i was also in model united nations once or twice, but only at the insistence that i could be cuba.

kaf- look who you're askin' man?

Oh, my mistake. Didn't know I was messin with the king of Thin Lizzy trivia.

jpoulos--but not as much fun as smoking pot with foriegn dictators.

Also, during my lunch hours, I would sit in the library and read textbooks into a tape recorder. The tapes were supposed to be used by this blind kid who wouldn't even reach our high school until after I graduated.

Despite all of this, though, I was a very popular student. Not in the "dude is he coming to the party" way, but in the "of course I know him/Ferris Beuler/class clown" kind of way.

When I got to college, I missed high school.

Kill me now.

I was voted class clown two years running. The photos for the yearbook and defiantly bleak and not funny at all.

Posted by: readymade on August 22, 2002 02:30 PM

the photos "were" bleak, not "and" bleak.....

I was not a member of the English club.

Posted by: readymade on August 22, 2002 02:32 PM

I wasn't there for most of high school. I was disillusioned, and thought I was cool because I never went to class.

I was an idiot.

I also wore suits and fedoras to school and smoked Gauloises and Gitanes pretty much constantly. People used to call me "sophisto".

What a dork.

I was a bunheaded goody two shoes in high school. I never went to college. I discovered sex, drugs, and rock n' roll after I graduated.

I've never looked back.

I was in choir, on the newspaper staff and a cheerleader.

Yes, I said cheerleader. Don't make me whip out the spirit fingers on all your asses!

I miss the wonderchicken.

yeah, where is he?

I proudly admit to being suspended no less than four times in high school(two fights, on drunkenness, and one arson*), having my first official police run-in at 15, and setting a new school record for detentions. I still managed to graduate in 4 years somehow. I almost didn't because, a week before graduation I told my gym teacher to go fuck himself and kicked a hole in a glass door.

*long story. not worth it.

I can't believe what a shitty student I was until I took a look at my h.s. transcript yesterday, when I had to fax it to my new school. I mean, it wasn't horrible, but I had like a 2.1 GPA overall.

I too had a fedora, a brown fuzzy one, and a big brown overcoat with fake fur around the collar. For most of high school I had a baby blue '72 VW Super Beetle, with a blue fuzzy steering wheel cover, blue Playboy fuzzy seat covers, a blue fuzzy mirror-muff (that's what it was called), and a decent sound system.

Wow too late to post, (as I read the thread to this point, I became clueless to the original post, and I understood Miguel's words at the top) nice to clear up The Rocky Picture show, whoops forgot, Horror..........

*lights smoke, turns up collar of leather jacket, and hangs out in tough guys corner with adampsyche*

*picturing brittney in her cheerleading outfit*
Photos, please?

Please hope me.

Adam and Jon, on the prowl.

Man, I post and look back, and you folks are making me have less clues about you. High School stories now! I love these moments, monkeys, *splat*
Any one around the Whittier area of California in the 80's?

Photos, please?

So not gonna happen.

romakimmy: My best friend in high school was a goody-two-shoes. We would get together every few months and compare notes on the great variety of life (my disasters, her successes, etc.). She was always much happier than I was, but my life made far better stories.

Now she's getting her PhD in linguistics and I'm, well, I'm here.

I think I'll go hang out with those ne'er-do-wells over there against that wall, smoke, and smuggle Kahlua and cheap Gallo wine to school. That always impresses the boys.....

Posted by: readymade on August 22, 2002 02:48 PM

Debate, swimming, golf, national honor society, and "club chem" (don't ask). But I was good at drinking, too. I was also a Boy Scout until I was 16, but never made it above "Life" (I had all the merit badges, but was too lazy to do the "Eagle Project" or whatever that was called).

...technical virgin...

Chef, does that mean you hadn't yet discovered the internet?

Ya know, I now wonder if that's something I should have admitted to in a public forum.

Case was dropped, anyway.

...technical virgin...

Chef, does that mean you hadn't yet discovered the internet?
Yes, among other things.

pardon me--the chemistry club guys were cool. They knew how to make acid, which I sadly didn't get to try until college(don't ask me how I wound up there). Some hippie chick I met at a pizza joint on Ameterdam Avenue gave me a tab of blotter and took me and a few freinds to Laser Floyd followed by (no shit)Rocky Horror, where the floor show Magenta did most of the show topless.

Sweet, Sweet Wasted Youth.

In the spirit of camraderie and brotherhood with adampsyche, who here has a record?

*tumbleweeds*

Since it is so quiet, I will speculate that no one here has ever been in trouble with the law.

Posted by: readymade on August 22, 2002 02:57 PM

*juvie record sealed*

Aside from speeding tickets, a cop calling me a "smartass," and another cop calling me a "potty mouth" while shining a flashlight in my face and threatening to ticket me for disorderly conduct, no.

administrator, please hope me? delete that there post of mine? the one at August 22, 2002 02:39 PM

and no record, everything dropped.

"Potty mouth?" I would love it if a cop called me a potty mouth. That's so cool.

Posted by: readymade on August 22, 2002 03:02 PM

It cracked me up.

readymade: current - yes, highschool - never got caught

I was arrested for a DWI just 3 months ago.

Feel free to scorn.

Detained, but not arrested. Mardi Gras. Drunkeness. Nudity. 14 year old girl. Let's move on, please.

i mean, i dropped the record, and it broke, dammit. it was a good record, too...

witchstone: resident 9622 pottymouth

fuck that shit!

Adam, you have been hoped.

Brittney- no scorn from over here, I got tagged myself January of last year.

Techincally, I no longer have a record, as my offense was expunged, but I got busted for shoplifting when I was 15. Three friggin' cassette tapes and i got the full handcuffs-and-squad-car treatment.

Readymade: I started ballet at the age of five. I became a paid professional, both with modern and ballet (in admittedly small troupes) at the age of 18. I also started teaching dance at the same time; waitressing paid the rest of the bills.

I wasn't happy. At the age of 22, I packed up my shit in boxes and left to travel.

Four years later, I'm happier, healthier, and have some fucking great stories. Somewhere along the road, I discovered that I'd rather have some bitchin' stories (of all kinds) to tell and remember in my old age instead of insulating myself in a straight-road type of life. I figure it's like a banquet: I'd rather sample from all the platters instead of sticking with one thing.

Ok, that got serious.
*flings poo at high shcool graduating class, all 1,200 of them*

and the tapes were??? (this is always the best part)

I have a long, long record - six criminal convictions,for "abusing the freedom of the press"(3), "defamation"(2) and, the one I'm proudest of, "criminal desobedience of authority".

I've been arrested far too many times to count and still have four cases pending.

This might explain why those call-outs over at the grey don't impress me as much as they probably should...

Pink Floyd - Atom Heart Mother
Allman Brothers Greatest Hits

and one other I can't remember. i know there were three, though.

*pictures Cheerleader Brittney and Ballerina Romakimmy*

hey jon, when you're done with that ambulance, could you send it back for me?

Miguel never fails to impress me. I want a poster of you for my wall, my friend.

I got thrown in with a bunch of Rocky Flats protesters into a huge gymnasium where they were supposed to process us all, but no-one could reach the minor's parents. They couldn't process everyone else until we were done, so they let us go.

Boring.

romakimmy:

I don't mean to imply that goody-two-shoes were inherently more happy than I. I have it on good evidence that I am(and was) way happier than many of the more "stable" classmates I had in the bad-ol-days. And I didn't remain a reprobate.....I ended up be one of the most avid college students at Crunchy University, Evergreen State College. Not that I think that was hard to do or anything.

As a side note, I was questioned once by the FBI. Very creepy.

Posted by: readymade on August 22, 2002 03:24 PM

who here has a record

When I was in HS a friend and I were stopped for brandishing swords out the window as we drove down main street.

We were taken downtown, frisked, and the cops took our swords. One cop asked, "Whattsa matter, bullets too expensive?" Then they told us to get lost. To this day, I tell people, "When swords are outlawed, only dumb, geeky, high school kids in incredibly boring small towns will have swords."

*greets monkeys, flings poo*

Octobersurprise = One of the Kray Brothers?

broadsword? rapier? what kind of swords are we talking about?

october surprise = one of the spandau ballet brothers?

readymade--I'm pretty sure(although I may be just flattering myself) that I may be in FBI files as a "known associate" of certain people.

And the guy who sold Amy Fisher the gun(already convicted and released) was a college freind of mine.

I keep weird company.

thank you, k-quo

not that i am too good to talk about it, but i have seen, very recently, the posting of stuff like that bite people in the ass.

besides, it wasn't mine, and it was for personal use.

...I got tagged myself January of last year.

Watch out, tj. My brother got his 3rd DUI on Christmas Eve. He spent 30 days in the Wayne County Jail in May-June. That's not a place you want to spend even one day, let alone 30.

don't talk about that goat like that, adam! have a little respect.

Wow. New wave criminal overlords. No, I never made it that far. I was just your ordinary, everyday, monkey-loving kid with swords.

Just these cheap, indian, arabian nights-style sabers. We never got them back of course, because I'd have had to drag the parents down there.

What can I say--my allowance didn't cover heavy artillery ...

I've since learned the error of my ways and always keep enough cash for cab fare home.

(Also, I was tagged in Grosse Pointe Shores, I'm still disappointed they didn't leave me a mint for my pillow.)

I got a lousy MIP when i was a sophomore in college. Don't think it's on my record anymore, though. Crap thing is, I wasn't drunk or anything. Just had a beer in my hand (the second that night, and then i was going home to study). I would've taken it a lot better had I been sloshed or something. Fucking baptist fascists.

Baylor?

Baylor?

Beuller?

I once got hauled off for trying to steal a flag from the chief of police's front yard. When he pulled us over, he marked down in his little book: I was the "driver"; my buddy was the "cutter". we kept those nicknames for years.

The Chief tried to Scare us Straight by showing us the holding cell at the local cop shop--it was bigger and looked more comfortable than my bedroom at home.

but did it work? are you now Straight?

i have never been arrested. i got pulled over once because my car was too loud.

however: the best story of my high school career took place on our senior skip day. everyone in my class was out in the middle of the forest drinking. i decided not to drink and took ecstasy instead, knowing that if the cops showed up, they couldn't actually do anything to me unless i had drugs on me, which i did not.

so of course the cops show up, and 80% of my class runs away and hides/gets lost in the forest. i didn't run because i knew i couldn't get in trouble. i (very happily) get in line to get breathalyzed. the cop doesn't even bother with me - shines his light in my eyes, sees my pupils trying to expand past my iris, and tells me to go back to the campfire. i proceed to GIVE THE COP A BIG HUG.

so that was my brush with the law.

my high school record:
president of the science club
editor of the student literary magazine
president of the gay-straight alliance
national honor society
marching / pep band

I'll spiill a record, arrested at Edison High's Home Coming Game, in Costa Mesa, Ca. Was doing PR work for congressman. Why I tell, the mayor of Costa Mesa was awaken at 1am and un-arrested me in person. Hey, I was only 15 and thought my life was ruined, as I sat at the entrance gates hadcuffed as everyone looked at me while leaving the game. Quick lesson in being an adult. Who you know when arrested.

CC: shhhh. The name still gives me chills.

Oh, and here's my high school xtra cirric list:

Spanish Club: went to two meetings
Math Club: went to one meeting
DECA (marketing): went to orlando and anaheim for national comps. we didn't have meetings, it was just the class.
Sitting outside at lunch singing rage against the machine songs: four years.

The funny thing about dishin' all this great dirt about ourselves is that embedded in the original post I wrote ("who here has a record?") was the cheeky implication that none of us would ever 'fess up to our histories as miscreants.

How wrong I was.

Carry on then!

Posted by: readymade on August 22, 2002 04:12 PM

As we all know, and I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned, Kaf once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

pLo--your high school had something called a "gay/straight alliance?" When I was in high school gay teenagers hadn't been invented yet, or had only been released in New York and San Francisco.

A few years back I was at a bowling alley where I ran into an acquaintence who had just graduated high school, he had a male buddy with him who was wearing a Marilyn Manson t-shirt and a skirt.

Wear that to a bowling alley in my day, and you would've wound up tied to a car bumper like a deer.

Mine, is just a memory, as long as I didn't sue for false imprisonment which the statue of limitations was 2 years at the time per the Mayor. 19 years ago, wow this was my 15th year from graduating high school seems like yesterday.....

my best friend in high school, sarah, had photography with this totally insane girl who would follow her around in the darkroom talking about how much she wanted to molest marilyn manson's dead body. when this girl got bored with that, she would drink fixer/developer and cut herself. nobody ever fucked with that girl.

Out here in the boondocks, dem homersexurals still ain't been invented. I was at a party this past weekend where an acquaintance of an acquaintance was talking about his boss:

"This guy is openly gay. Like, he admits it!"

j-po: ha!

You folks are out to break a record?
Most comments to a thread in a short time span....or did I miss this one. I'm still on the Horror of Jonmc,s buddy &
and the Picture Show

we used to have a bunch of christian kids come to our GSA meetings, ostensibly to "see what our positions are". of course, we had to welcome them, being the inclusive society we are, and having "straight" in our club name. so they'd serve us all these hard-hitting questions about homosexuality and such. and none of us were prepared to deal with it because all we ever did in that club was screw around and plan gay dances. we had a question of the week feature that usually took up the whole meeting, in which we went around the circle and asked such tough questions as "who's your favorite gay singer? which singer do you think is totally gay?".

it was great. of course, there were political bits when oregon pushed for measure 9 again (anti-gay measure), but those parts weren't as much fun, and the kristian klub usually stayed away from us when our righteous indignation was running high.

I was president of the Apathy club.

Still am.

feh. who cares.

the apathy club broke up when nobody came to the meetings, man.

Ooh! Can I be in the Apathy Club? I'll take notes at the meetings and collect dues! I'll even make the punch and cookies. Please, please, please let me be in the Apathy Club!

aforementioned friend sarah and i tried to start a hedonism club in high school. meetings usually consisted of us watching shitty movies, eating cookie dough, getting stoned, and having sex. it was kind of a two-person club.

I can really be apathetic! Watch:

I don't care if you let me in your club.

But I really really really want to be in it, so forget what I said! I want to be in the Apathy club!

Once in college a few friends and I worked for the campaign of a local state legislative candidate. Election night comes and our guy loses, so we all go out to drink the humiliation away. Too much beer later, we're heading back to campus, when we decide to stop and water our opponent's campaign signs. We stop the car, stagger out, take our pants down, and let fly.

And just then, a police car drives up. The officer walks up, shines his flashlight on our naked asses, and says "You boys ain't a buncha fags are ya?"

He turned us over to our dean of students, and aside from a little ritual shaming, that was the end of it.

But there were no swords involved, I promise.

Eh. I say let 'im in. Only cuz I don't care enough to argue.

Can I join the Hedonism club, too? MMMMMMMmmm Cookie Dough!

pLo--around the same time you had that hedonism club...I moved to Oregon and formed a peeping tom society...figured you'd wanna know..

MMMMMMMMMmmmmm...sex.

i don't know, i mean that could possibly be considered another "rattling of the sabers"-type story, october.

CC, your in my club,THNC.
We meet at the frozen food section of every grocery store between 5 and 6pm.
the hard nipple club *splat*
And you can be the apathy for those little ones, the boobs.....*splat*

p-lo, I've pictured events just like the "Hedonism Club" you describe many times. If you ever decide to start another one and need someone there to "take down the minutes," as it were, just let me know.

hmm, p-lo. I wonder what the yearbook photo for that looked like?

Ooh ooh! or:

So, p-lo, did you all switch off as "president"?

man, i'd love to get the hedonism club started again. i miss ... cookie dough.

but nothing really rattled, witchstone, it was more just a soft tinkle. and as to sabers, well, i should be so lucky ...

Thom, I don't want to join any club that would have someone like me for a member.

Unless it has to do with hardened nipples. I'll be there.

.........like Me for a member.
CC, we start every meeting with you.
Candian Whisky and Coke, and a ;)
:P

P-Lo, you would have loved where the Dallas Fort Worth Blog group met last night. First almost seemed like more chic's than guys the blog group, I was still surprised by the location. It really surprised me, later. Anyway as the blog group drifted to the back of the XPO Lounge, the fun loving punker
donut-bumper crowd shows. It was great for me, felt like old times in LA. The night went from blogs(not LA for me) to a DJ spinning old school punk, and chics with the Social D look rolling, very cute I might add, and I was already trashed.........But that look really had me going, brunettes with a short trashed hair style. Even had one tryng to pick me up, until I met her wife(bigger than me), then they started donut bumping in the lounge...

Donut...uhh.

Bumper...umm....

What the heck is that? Do I want to know?

MMMMMMMMmmmmmDonuts.

Six months ago, I got a six-month suspended sentence for "open alcohol container in public" (that's a Giuliani clampdown sentence). After the sentencing, seven of us had to have a counselling session, where we had to describe the circumstances of our crime. The other six were all caught outside Madison Square Garden - three before a Rangers game, one before a Knicks game, and two before a Crosby, Stills and Nash concert. I sheepishly admitted to being caught outside an art gallery. To make it worse, the counsellor said "I'm glad to see there's one cultured person here", though I did appreciate the dis to Crosby, Stills and Nash. In any case, if I don't get arrested again by next thursday, I stay out of jail.

Ironically, I was a jock in high scool, although I did sport a raincoat and try to model myself on Peter Falk in "Colombo".

Kaf, like way above two references to swords, one was real the other, what was being held while pissing when the police arrived..........on that take two donuts and bump them together I was tring to be polite not knowing what is in or out.........get me now. O'O'that's the ticket.

I guess this donut has been around and around so now I am a donut hole.

To quote my favorite Portugueezer: "Well, that's all cleared up then."

I guess this donut has been around and around so long now I am a donut hole.

I still don't get it.

*does donuts on Kaf and Thomcats lawn*

For god's sake Kaf, he's been around so long, he's a donut hole.
*giggles. passes joint back to TCS*

kaf, two girls having sex lol
Donut, as in unit.
Bumper, as in the action seen.
Ps, for my site I thought to create a TCS dictionary then nixed it, now I wonder....
I worked with a lot of old timers in my twenties so they were loaded and my dad is a hippie. He told me this rencent thing Anna Nicole Smith is a Stumbler Bummer, one who is always stumbling on things that don't exist as she is obviously on something...from the term Stumbler Bummer, so it is a bummer, especially to those that see her high and stumble as they like to get high too......

Yuck. That's messed up, Thomcat.

Thom, if you drive Kafkaesque over the edgesque, you'll have to answer to all of us. So watch it, sport!

ColdChef, I was an Eagle Scout, too. Am. Was. Whatever.

But I was also in band.

I'll turn in my key now, too.

Well, this was interesting to read.

And educational, too!

I mean, I always thought the Beta Club was for those who weren't quite good enough for the Alpha Club.

*Gives RakDaddy the secret, knowing handshake*

"Since it is so quiet, I will speculate that no one here has ever been in trouble with the law."

I'm pretty sure my felony conviction was reduced to a misdemeanor when I successfully completed probation. I've never bothered to check. I guess if I ever attempt to buy a handgun I'll find out.

i was also a band nerd. i played bass clarinet. what'd you play, rakdaddy?

oh!! i forgot completely about the federal citation i got a couple of months back for going to the naked-hippie-hot spring after dark. maybe i am a rebel!

There's such a thing as a bass clarinet? Is there also a trout trombone?

Sure. How do you think they play the scales?

::rimshot::

I played the bass clarinet for a year. That thing was cool (but pretty big).

hey liam, meet me in front of MOMA on thursday. i'll bring the open containers.

At school, I wasn't good enough to be a prefect. Too bad ...

I purloined a prefects badge from an unsuspecting locker, and took to sneaking into the prefects meetings and hanging around at the back. By the time anyone noticed I was there, they all assumed I was supposed to be. The upshot of all this was that I could hang around inside at break times when it was raining, and tell other people to go out again. Sad but true.

Later I became a school librarian by a similar process of osmosis, because there was a stockroom with a window which you could have a crafty smoke out of without being seen.

No criminal records, but a (spent?) caution for drunk and disorderly.

I played bass clarinet for 2 years in middle school. I was marginally taller than my instrument.

Why do I get the feeling that Walrus went to Hogwarts?

Heh. That was my first thought, too. Maybe Walrus' real name is Percy?

In which case, no wonder he goes by Walrus.

No more half measures, witchstone. Tequila and a keg outside City Hall.

Just remember, friends don't let friends drink crap tequila like Cuervo.

This message brought to you by your friendly neighborhood tequila snob

Yeah, I can always claim that Bloomberg sexually harassed me. Oh wait, that will get me nowhere.

Romakimmy: I'm a tequila snob too! Thank God the Mexicans are too. You can never knowingly drink a tequila that isn't at least 100% agave, right?

I drink El Jimador as my everyday tequila. It's not expensive here and is just right for Margaritas. With Cointreau and lemon (not lime) juice, plus a splash of 100% agave mezcal. The right proportions for me:

2 tequila
1 each of Cointreau and lemon juice

"Fleur du sel" around the rim of the glass! I'm Jewish and Shabbat is almost started so we should be having our Margaritas in about twenty minutes.

We'll drink your health!

Miguel's bloodstream at any given moment is 85% tequila.

But the other 15% is pure boudoir, baby.

Tequila Boudoir

The new fragrance from Miguel Cardoso

You're making me cry Miguel. Lemons?! NOOOOOOOOO! (Cointreau, yes)

The best I can get here is the occasional bottle of Sauza Tres Generazione, which is not a bad gold tequila. My favorite (silver) tequila is Patron Silver, unavailable here. And a large number of establishments here labour under the blasphemous misconception that margheritas are made with *sob* lemon juice *sob*.

Good Tequila should be like grappa or whiskey: sippable and served straight up, no salt or lime/lemon. Good tequila also won't give you a nauseous hangover the next day (providing, of course, you don't mix an obscene number of different liquors/alcohols together ie -tequila, wine, beer, vodka)

Us orthodox tequila jews swig straight from the Herradura bottle come friday sunset. From god's agave to my mouth...

The Bourbon drinker:

Last night I stopped off at a local drinking establishment. I was reminded of the last time I had a Bookers and water.

The taste intially is overpowering, but after that first sip you just kind of ease into it, letting the wood flavor swirl around for a little bit. You get the same sensation , although to a lesser extent with the more pedestrian whiskeys (Jack Daniels especially). This is why I can't drink Bookers anymore. I drink too much of it, and it's blasphemy to cut it with anything other than Ice and water.

tj: Jack Daniel's on the rocks is my poor man's substitute for no good tequila here. (Boy, does that order raise the eyebrows of the male population here.) I'll have to see if I can find Bookers.

*wishes she could do shots without throwing up*

I so wanted to be Karen Allen in Raiders of the Lost Ark when I was growing up. OK, I still want to be her.

mmmm.... hanging from statue... white dress... barefoot.... snakes.... mmmmm....

I'm still all over Hendrick's Gin. But the bottle's getting lighter.

Does anyone else picture Miguel as Jose da Silva Pereira from Breakfast at Tiffany's? Just me then.

I love that movie--watched it last week.

Then I was overcome by how adorable Audrey's bangs were, went into the bathroom and cut my hair.

I can't say I look like Audrey now, but I gave it the college try, and they're not bad. Bangs make me look really young, except for that Bride-of-Frankenstein stripe of grey hair I have going down the center of my head.

Posted by: readymade on August 23, 2002 05:15 PM

think of it as Anne Bancroft panache, darling.

Oooh. Good one.

*longs for Anne Bancroft's derring-do (and leopard-print panties set) in The Graduate*

Posted by: readymade on August 23, 2002 05:32 PM

I picture Miguel as Brak's father from The Brak show on Cartoon Network.

Patron Silver tastes like water, sure to bring out the thunderslut in anyone.

Also, the only vodka I can drink straight up (chilled, mind you): Belvedere. That shit is like dessert.

Krolewska is good!

Wyborowa (sp?) is cheap vodka that doesn't give headaches.
Bourbon - mmmmm. I live in Kentucky and have not been to the distilleries. But it's on my list.

If I drank any whiskey other than Bushmills my ancestors would rise from their graves (and I'd only have to bury them again).

Every time I use that joke, I get a nasty letter from Groucho's estate.

Oh, and I once had a cop tell me to get my shit together. Does that count for anything?

I picture Miguel as Brak's father from The Brak show on Cartoon Network.

"Ah, he was the Dean of Martins."

Percy?

Hogwash.

I've never been in trouble with the police and I was never in trouble at school. What is more, I don't even know anyone who's ever been in trouble with the law. Does that make me a square?

Actually I lie. I once knew someone who got a night in the cells for shouting at a guard dog. He later went on to join the International Church of Christ, lost his job for chasing an atheist colleague into the girls' loos and was last seen in Hackney, preaching to the east end in the middle of a shopping centre. He made an album of his own material using only a computer and a CD burner. He gave a copy to my boyfriend to put in a bank vault in case of theft issues. It was quite good I remember. It contained the lyics "hygiene Vincent, hygiene Vincent, gay orthodontist, gay orthodontist". Actually it may have been genius.

I've been arrested a few times. But not as much as I probably deserved. I think of it as an occasional act of The Man trying to keep me down. Arresting people is really the only fun The Man ever has.

Hiya kids, miss me? ;) I, like ColdChef, had a pretty fair amount of extracurricular activities that were sanctioned as "good and healthy", such as girl scouts till I was a Senior (The GS version of Eagle Scout), gymnastic team, ballet, drama club, and college classes while in high school...but I grew up around professional racing, so I drove really fast cars, drag raced, wore a lot of black leather, smoked, drank, did drugs and generally enjoyed as much life as I could stuff in. Ah...good times, good times. :)

Arrested...a couple of times...usually activism based. I was forever chaining myself to stuff. Never got convicted of anything though. Which is nice.

dejah, don't ever *sniff* go away again...

200 for dejah!

:) Ah, you like me...you really, really like me! :) Sorry, been really busy lately, been insane trying to figure out where the new person is going to go. As it turns out, the stunning crib I purchased will not fit in our bedroom, unless I take other furniture out. Which then leaves the problem of where to put *that* furniture...so, I've been slowly but surely finding new places for books so I can convert the library into a nursery.

Still trying to figure out how I'm going to keep the library warm enough, since it was designed to maintain ancient, ancient books...and no idea where I'm going to put my early edition Cervantes, Chaucer, Arabian Nights and all the other books from the 17-1800's...but it seems like leaving them near a baby is asking for trouble.

And the last of my grandmothers passed away...which while sad, was her decision, which is pretty cool. One morning, she looked at my stepdad and said "You know, I'm 85...and I'm tired of this shit. I love you, but I'm just too tired. Besides, today is tuna casserole day, and I despise tuna." And she closed her eyes and died. She was the last of a breed, she was. :) Instead of a funeral, she wanted my parents to throw a party with much food and booze and get all her existing friends snockered and fed. She was a hoot.

And I've been getting into flame wars on other sites, which takes much more time than you would think...darn those people who refuse to acknowledge that I know everything. Heh. And I've actually been keeping up with doing a daily blog thingy on livejournal...and who knew I had that kind of motivation? Also had a few articles for the geek press accepted, so that's nice.

All in all...I'm totally compensating for not finishing my novel. Which should have been done by now...and yet, is not. Sigh. I have this sinking feeling that like Proust, it may take me 20 years to write the damn thing. Gods willing however, mine won't be in 8 huge volumes. :)

"...and no idea where I'm going to put my early edition Cervantes, Chaucer, Arabian Nights and all the other books from the 17-1800's..."

Place them all into sturdy boxes and I'll call FedEx to come pick them up. I'm sure I can find space for them. ;p

Can I just say how excited I am about Dejah's baby? Is that odd?

Every now and then, I'll see your name on MetaFilter, and you'll be all indignant and putting some people in their places, and I'll be like, "Baby must be kicking up a storm, look how pissed she is."

Anyway, sorry if that's creepy, but I'm looking forward to pictures of your little one.

Er... what ColdChef said, but less "Rosemary's Baby".

Note to self: "Coffee first, then outpouring of sentimentality."

Now I'm all excited about the baby too, especially since I didn't know about it.

*does that annoying tummy rub thing all women do*

Look, you're lucky already! Stop with the belly rubbing!

My cousin's wife is pregnant. Whenever strange people walk up and touch her stomach (and people always ALWAYS do this) she says that she wants to grab their wrist and say, "Want to feel where the baby will come out, too?"

Watching a pregnant woman say this angrily is really, really funny.

Ha!

Thanks for all the kind words gang! I'm pretty excited too. :) I guess I'm going to have to break down and get a digital camera before the big event...or find the darn charger for the one I bought years ago. Heh.

Regarding the strangers touching the tummy...I have to admit...in a fit of pique the other day, I did grab another woman's boobs when she started patting my tummy. I didn't know her from Adam, I'm just standing in a line, and this strange woman kept touching me.

I mean, once...ok...fine, connect with the circle of life, yadda, yadda, yadda...but on the third time...I just grabbed her boobs. And didn't say anthing, just smiled and rubbed my palms in the same circles she was using on my tummy.

It was a Mexican standoff of intimacy, yes it was. I like to think I won the standoff as none of the other 30 people in the line tried to touch me or the other pregnant lady in the line. (She, at least, seemed appreciative.)

Ok, so...I do get a little cranky. :)

Bravo, dejah! I wish you had taken a picture of the look on that woman's face. My wife's due in three weeks ... I'll be sure to share your tactics. I'm not sure she'd have the guts to go through with it, though. Maybe if I'm with her I'll start rubbing the other woman's belly (not breasts, though -- don't need to be arrested).

Whoo Hoo! Three weeks! Yay for you guys. She must be thrilled that she can see the end in sight. Good luck and all that! :)

I wonder what it is that makes people believe it's OK to do that, when they wouldn't dream of rubbing the belly of a woman who wasn't preggers.

Thanks -- right back atcha. My wife is definitely ready for the baby to come out. Our daughter was four weeks early, so my wife didn't have to go this far. She's just now starting to realize how uncomfortable the last month really is. Of course, when people ask us how we're holding up, I tell them that I'm doing just great -- never felt better. Then I duck.

actually, it surprises me how many people think it's okay to touch your stomach even when you're NOT pregnant. i've had it happen a lot.

It is better than touching your eyeball, though.

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