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Get your own blog, fuckwit!

... and there was much rejoicing.

"How's she gonna work Vanilla Ice into this one?," I wonder.

Witchstone = Patty Griffin = Vanilla Ice.

Congrats!

Can I move in with you? Just for a few days...

You could be Vanilla Ice in my hood. My hood name is "Milk of Magnesia" or "Milky B."

I would probably just start out "that scared guy in the suit" and end up "Uncle Corpse"

Nah, it ain't scary. Besides, you'll be with me.

as one born in the bronx whose parental units wanted nothing more than to escape the apple where THEY had grown up, i have been eternally grateful to them for plopping me down in michigan (once i was old enough to know - they left NYC for good when i was but 6 months old and after a few years in virginia, landed here.) i often wonder why would anyone go live there out of choice, and i'm not equipped to perceive what the reasons might be. i revel in the open spaces, wetlands, forests and insects which abound here. what is the attraction of the big apple, and yes, i'm serious, i want to hear from people who love it, who chose it. to me, it looks like wall to wall people, with a huge dollop of concrete and glass on the side, but that's me. what do ya love about the big city?

I feel so safe when I'm with you.

*swoons*

because in the forest you can't order in chinese food?

of course, soon I'll be moving in...and then, well, there goes the neighborhood

damn! thats open space, wetlands, forests and insects!

no shit, jon? are you moving to new york? when did this happen? i hadn't heard.

no, silly, he's emailing a book and cd to Turkey.

As to why I love New York. I don't know exactly what it is. I love the energy here. I love the buildings. I love that there are old cathedrals (by American standards) nestled between office buildings so suddenly there's one right in front of you. I love the cheap Indian restaurants on 6th St. I love the dive bars in the east village. I love that I can hear French on the street. I love that there are buildings you've never seen before in real life that are familiar from all the movies you've seen that were filmed in New York. I love the chill I get up and down my arms when I see the New York skyline (which is rare, since I live in it). I love how international it is. I love that this is the place where people go to follow their dreams. I love that I can walk by the Chelsea Hotel and think "Leonard Cohen used to stay there." I love that I can be standing outside Magnolia Bakery at 10:30 pm, scrounging for money for a cupcake and someone will offer me a dollar. I love that everyone isn't white.

And yes, there are things that drive me crazy, but that goes with the territory.

I can appreciate nature, but I'd much rather be in a city. And if I need a green fix, there's always central park.

I guess it just depends on what you fancy. I mean, luckily everyone doesn't love New York the way I do or else everybody would be trying to live here and there just isn't room.

witchstone, honey, you're gonna make it after all!

Where did you move from witchstone?

witchstone, honey, you're gonna make it after all!

I can't imagine enjoying NYC. I think the fact that I hate people in general has something to do with that.

I hate people and would actually kill to live there. Everytime I've been, I only run into interesting folks.

Three or four sometimes, if they all stand in the road as a group.

I actually don't like people all that much. It's great, I get to be rude to them here!

Here's my geographical life story:

1973: born in Massachusetts
1974: moved to Venezuela
1975: moved to Argentina
1977: moved to England
1983: moved to Utah (gah!)
1986: moved back to England
1988: moved to Maryland
1991: moved to Utah to go to school
1992: parents moved to Connecticut (spent summer there)
1994: parents moved to Florida (spent a couple of months there)
1996: parents moved to Dominican Republic (spent a week there)
1996: I moved from Provo to Salt Lake City (gah!)
1999: parents moved to Mexico
2000: parents moved to Peru
2000: I spent 5 months in Alaska as a tour guide
October 17, 2000: moved to NYC

New York & London are the only places that I really feel at home.

Fresh air!

Times Square!

I love Alaska -- I even went there on my honeymoon. But I wouldn't want to live there, either.

And hey, I hate most people, too. Seems to be a pattern:

9622.net: We Hate People

1992: parents moved to Connecticut (spent summer there)

where in CT, witchy?

Did you go on a cruise? Where did you go? I worked in Southeast Alaska, a town called Skagway (old Klondike gold rush town, all about hooers and gamblin'). My brother went on his honeymoon there last year.

New Canaan. One of the most homogeneous towns in the U.S.

New Canaan, huh?

On behalf of the entire state I apologize.

That particular summer I was working right down the the road in Norwalk in the bakery of the famous Stew's. If you happened to walk through that store and see a skinny, pimply flour-covered guy in a paper hat--that was me.

No, we booked through a travel agent in Michigan that specializes in Alaskan vacations called Alaska Bound. We flew in to Anchorage, took the train to Denali N.P. Went on an overnight rafting trip. Then flew to the awesome Denali Wilderness Lodge (accessible only by plane, and by "plane," I mean rickety prop plane). Stayed there a few days, were helicoptered out due to low clouds. Missed our train and hitchiked back to Anchorage. Then we took the train to Seward, also on the coast (that's an amazing train ride by the way). Took in the Kenai Fjords glacier/whale watching. Headed back to Anchorage and flew back to Detroit.

Alaska is every bit as beautiful as I'd imagined it to be. In hindsight it was not necessarily the best honeymoon, but certainly an amazing trip.

RE New York:

It's fucking New York.

I'd either live here or or in a castle in Crimea. Where else are you going to live? Why?

I'm very jealous of all of you Alaska people.

jonmc - Stew's sounds a lot like Jungle Jim's. It's a grocery-store-on-acid experience, with a singing lion dressed like Elvis, etc. They also have an excellent selection of food that you can't find anywhere else around here - so schtick or no schtick, ya gotta go.

I honestly do not understand why anyone would want to live in the "big city", and I'm not just picking on New York. My house is in a city that has a population of maybe 70,000 and even that's skirting the ragged edge of "too big", as far as I am concerned.

I'm happy for those of you who enjoy it, though. Really. In fact, I wish there were more people just like you, so they would move away from here.

Wow, that is quite the honeymoon trip. Alaska is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, but I couldn't live a winter up there; the summer was hard enough. I didn't make it up into the interior, although I did get up into the Yukon (the only part of Canada that I've seen) which is amazingly desolate. The closest movie theater to Skagway is 2 hours away in Whitehorse (capital of the Yukon).

I did get to go up on a glacier in a helicopter, which is one of the biggest rushes I've ever had. That alone would have made my summer.

Congradulations witchstone. I'll trade you my ten years of Dallas for one weekend in New York. Since this weekend marks my 10 worthless but eventful years in Dallas, Texas were my future is to be a "X-".

Nawth Ca'lina is the place to be...mountains, beaches, and the 82nd Airborne.
What's not to like?

Crimea or New York City. I stand by that.

My favorite places that I have lived:

San Francisco
Santa Cruz (especially living right next to a brewery as I did)

Favorite places I plan to live one day:

London
Normandy
Berlin
New Orleans

favorite places I've lived:

in sin

favorite place where I plan to live:

druken stupor

favorite places I've lived:

in sin

favorite place where I plan to live:

druken stupor

dammit

I think Drunken Stupor and New Orleans are the same place, aren't they?

Nah, 'cause I've never been to New Orleans but I've spent many an hour in a drubken stupor.

I really hate people. Especially the ones with halitosis who want to buy computers.

Oh. Wait. That's all of them.

So it is agreed. We all hate people adn we are a bunch of lushes.

...what do ya love about the big city?

Take your stupid question and get the hell out of my face! What the fuck is the matter with you?!?

; >

So it is agreed. We all hate people adn we are a bunch of lushes.

That's the premise of the site isn't it. If not, I'll be turning in my card and stumbling quietly towards the back door.

toity doity boids,
sittin' on the coib,
choipin' and boipin' and eatin' doity oythworms.
Along comes Hoiby from Toity-Toid and Toid,
saw the toity doity boids sittin' on the coib,
choipin' and boipin' and eatin' doity oythworms...
oi, was he distoibed!

*look at that turtle go, bro*

People? Don't get me started. I spent the day clearing tree branches from HUD houses in some of the most skanktastic neighborhoods in Detroit. I had a handgun brandished at me, was cut-off in traffic a dozen times and was hassled by a crack dealer who didn't like the sound of the chipper near his corner. This has led me the conclusion that life is cold, dark and stinky. Also it is littered with stiff dead cats and big mean dogs in the process of shitting out the masticated remains of your autographed Willie Mays baseball. I hate people with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns.

Cooler by the lake.

I really hate people. Especially the ones with halitosis who want to buy computers

**smiles at adampsyche beatifically, passes torch**

Carry on the tradition, Grasshopper.

jonmc: "I haven't been training a partner, I've been training a replacement."

adampsyche: "Whoa, J, come on now man, you're freakin' me out here."

jonmc: "They're beautiful, aren't they, the customers. I never really look at them any more, but they are quite beautiful."

Geez, MarsCrash. I'm not on your CD swap-list, but having created a CD called "Life is Bad" maybe I should send you one. The first half is all about gritty-shitty-city-livin'. No dead cats or rabid dogs, but a bunch of ennui and musings on how bad it is living in the concrete jungle (curiously, I did not add "Concrete Jungle" to the mix).

Is there anyone here who isn't a misanthrope? Anyone?

Posted by: readymade on October 17, 2002 09:31 PM

Is there anyone here who isn't a misanthrope? Anyone?

*raising hand*

I actually like people a lot. One of things about leaving commissioned sales that makes me the happiest is that I now can be genuinely kind to people when I want to, rather than just salesman-obsequious when they're a potential commision.

So never mid the cynical, skeptical vibe I give off, anyone who knows me will tell ya, I'm a soft-hearted schmuck, I get misty watching old sitcoms. I'll be the rest of these apes are softer touches than me.

*me too, jonmc, me too*

One thing I notice about the true cynics of the world is that underneath that mordant wit, there is the soft gooey center of a Moon Pie, more easily touched by humanity, and therefore a little p/o'ed and sensitive about how messy it can be. As my mother has said, "we are all just disappointed idealists."

Posted by: readymade on October 17, 2002 10:01 PM

Like jon, I'm embarrassingly not a misanthrope - I'm practically the only person I can't stand.

Belated congratulations to you, witchstone! May you never tire, look back or stop!

XXX

Did you say Moonpies?! I love Moonpies, specially the Banana flaovored ones, with that police ribbon yellow coating.

They are best accompanied by RC Cola, dontcha know...

hmm I'm prolly not gonna see Mars for a few days, but I'll have to get the long version of that story.

For those of you familiar with the area, he normally has to work in Grosse Pointe, which is populated with an entirely different type of asshole (although there is usually less gunplay).

*grumbles drubkenly and misanthropically*

shit. i want to travel like witchstone. i've only ever been to Canada and the UK and I got thrown out of the UK. so i deserve it. really, i do.

the biggest city i've ever lived in was New Orleans. loved it, but all the fucking hassels finally drove me out. um, there was martha, the old drubk woman who used to lie on the stairs in her nightgown and shout at everyone who walked by; there was dougout doug, the local pusher, expelled from the navy for his fondness for drugs and men; and there was dick favor (hello, google!) the drubken landlord who used to prowl around the building at 5 in the fucking AM listening beneath doors and peeking in windows. ah. good times. good times.

now where i live, i can sit outside my favorite bar on friday nights, a block from the state capitol, and watch the skate punks skate up and down main street. they hafta avoid the cows, of course. and the occasional legislator trying to find someone to squeal like a pig.

note to the rest of the world: listen not to b****fire. fayette nam is evil! evil! (love ya b****)

but i'm immensely glad witchstone is in nyc ...

I generally like people, it's just lawyers I can't stand, which is a problem in my line of work.

This afternoon, I had a 4:30 appointment. When I came out of the conference room around 5:30, I wondered why there were so many secretaries and such still there. Then I realized they were all running around to each computer deleting files that had a "teddy bear" icon next to them. Seems the senior partner got an email from a client warning him about a virus he may have passed on to him, and said senior partner promptly sent the warning on to the entire firm.

This is the same senior partner, of course, who frequently passes on heartwarming poems that include a plea to forward them to our friends to give a dying child time on a dialysis machine, and who doesn't know the difference between "reply to sender" and "reply to all" when he gets a firm-wide message.

And yet, he makes more money than I. A whole lot more, in fact.

Yeah, but if it's any consolation you probably make more than I do, Commish, and I'm way more talented (and better looking) than you.

:P

Hey, we ain't "Fayettenam" or "Fatalburg" anymore...We got a killer Airborne museum downtown, where they knocked down a bunch of girly bars to have room to build it. Across the street is the Police Station, built just about where Rick's Lounge and the Town Pump used to be.
And the lovely and gracious Prince Charles hooker hangout is now the Prince Charles Raddisson Hotel.
(and I guarantee you every Vietnam era military guy who stops by this site will know every joint I just mentioned.)
:-P
And the Fort Bragg killings? Just a statistical anomaly.

Hoooahh!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... I'm better looking and paid less than the both of ya, but that's neither here nor there.

What is important is the color of Necco Wafers. About 6 years ago back in my bookslingin' days my pal Patrick the Sci-Fi guy brought in a bag of Necco Wafers. I told him that the different "flavors" were merely an illusion brought on by the coloring of the individual wafers. He disagreed. I told him to close his eyes and stick out his tongue. I placed a Necco Wafer on it as if it wre communion. He started chewing and I said, "What Color?" "Pink,"he answered. "Wrong it was blue."

An argument would have ensued, but right then the manager came over and said we'd have to be separated for the rest of the evening.

Okay, that's a good work story. Just don't try it with Pez, though!

Jon, stop telling your freinds about your Necco-philia!

There is a specific smell that always reminds me of a) White Necco wafers and b) Pepto Bismol. Sometimes I will walk into a bar that uses a deodorizer that smells exactly like them both, and it is both nauseating and soothing at the same time.

Which is alarming, in and of itself.

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 12:10 AM

I think necco wafers would make swell communion hosts. It's supposed to be Jesus on your tongue, I don't think a tiny sugar high is asking too much.

Where else are you going to live? Why?

Rome. ;-) Because it's the only place in the world (so far) that I ache for after a mere 72 hours outside it's peripheries. I am so bloody cheery this morning, I have this overwhelming urge to OD on emoticons. I shall try to restrain myself, though.

*merrily waves to monkey crew whilst happily sipping a real cappuccino and not that watered down Nescafè shit the oh-so-gloomy Belgians try to pass off as coffee*

Yeah, the host is a little bland.
I wonder if a little spray cheez would be out of the question, or cheddar flavored son of god.

Grosse Pointe, which is populated with an entirely different type of asshole (although there is usually less gunplay).

And fewer stiff dead cats and big mean dogs. The dogs in Grosse Pointe are tiny balls of fur, and by law must be named "Poopsie" or some reasonable facsimile thereof.

I generally like people, it's just lawyers I can't stand, which is a problem in my line of work.

God do I hate lawyers. In fact, my litmus test for deciding whether I like a particular lawyer is whether they, too, hate lawyers. (See, I knew I liked you, commish!)

Grosse Pointe...a booger on a pencil.

Hey Miss Kimmy, I was wondering where you were. How'd you speech/lecture thingey go?

How'd you speech/lecture thingey go?

Ugh. Let's just say between the fact that I managed to fit the phrase "collectively shat our pants after 9-11" into my speech and the fact that my voice was so shaky one guy told me "I thought you were going to cry", I think I've put myself out of the running for any future speeches. Thank god.

Other than that, everything went very well, and I'm sure people will start blackmailing me with emailing me pictures of the two conferences soon.

Welcome back, Roamin' Romer Romakimmy. The site fell to pieces without you.

No, really.

Happy 2nd anniversary, witchstone.

New York & London are the only places that I really feel at home.

Damn, I'll have to visit New York sometime now ... I'll concede London ;-)

post?

Enquiring minds want to know:

A) Are Fridays on 9622 Scampi Fridays? and

B) Which one of you (loveable, in that sort of friendly uncle way) punks is meta_monkey?

Speaking of, when are we going to have the 1st (and possibly last) 9622 Extravaganza?

And seriously, anytime a monkey friend is in town, I will take you out and get you shitfaced. Just let me know.

*recalls how much the 9622 folk like to drink*

I mean, I'll buy you a beer.

dammit. let's try that again.

note to self: moveable type apparently strips out html tags in the name field after preview, rendering already sketchy jokes 100% dorky.

And ditto witchstone's offer.

I really think that if we're gonna have a 9622 shindig/get together, it should be in Vegas. ya know, for the comp'ed booze.

besides, "I saw dong_resin in Vegas" just has a nice ring to it

then we could all do acid in the desert and pool our resources to start a monkey farm.

I'm down for some Vegas action. But someone has to get drunk and party with Siegfried and/or Roy. Siegfried, Roy and Miguel has a nice ring to it, too. Rooooar!

*yawn* I did Siegfried a couple of years ago. Boring!

Vegas? Vegas? Ew. Can't we go to a city with some sort of character? I mean, besides depressing gambling addicts/drunks/Tom Waits poseurs type of character?

my 9622 meetup in never never land didn't really work.

if you come to nyc you have to accept libations from all of the nyc-thundersluts.

(I've never called myself a thunderslut before - what if my mother reads this?)

in that case she's a thunderslut as well, so no worries.

Yeah, but Vegas has the advantage of being really close to me.

isn't everything super cheap there? I mean - we drink for free, we stay for free and we get to play poker?

(I've never been...)

It's okay sweetie. I was the thunderest thunderslut back in my prime. Why this one time, me and Andy Rooney were loaded up on hooch bantering about like a coupla....

*nods off*

that's actually not a bad idea. it's cheap to drink there and cheap to stay there and it would allow the west-coasters to play along for a change. plus, winter's coming and it will be warm. (right?) plus, if we all decide that we don't like each other, we can just go and gamble.

in other words, what goneill said, only less concise.

Vegas is pretty cheap, but you have to be careful. A $1.99 Breakfast Buffet can be expensive in other ways, if you catch my drift.

And you don't get comped hotel rooms unless you're a bigtime gambler, or a "whale" as they call them in the idiot-fleecing biz.

Scampi for all my friends!

"what goneill said" are the sweetest words on the whole internet. one time rebeccablood even said them.

mmm...scampi...

i wish i heard "what thomcatspike said" more often.

I thought the 9622 gathering was when we crash the looming wedding. We are still doing that, right?

I envision Goneill in a red Alfa Romeo, zooming along the streets of Louisiana, Simon and Garfunkel playing in the background.

dee deedeedee deedee
deedeedee dee deedeedee

Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeef!

i'm not sure what an alfa romeo is, but i'm assuming its a very cool car.

It's like a Fiat. Except it works a little more often.

You've never seen "The Graduate"?

"The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel, off the Bridge over Troubled Water album.

Aaaagh.

No.

Mrs Robinson.

i wish i heard "what thomcatspike said" more often.

I think I heard clavdivs say it once.

I think it's "whatever the hell thomcatspike said."

somebody said it in a MeTa post recently IIRC, but I can't find it for the life of me.

oh now i get it.

i was wondering why you chose s & g as my soundtrack of choice.

Viva Las Vegas! Name the date, and I am there! Neon, booze, and monkeys. Perfect.
Now who do you want for a roommate, Hammer or Ice?

You guys do realize that you have to gamble in order to get the free booze. Which means that it's actually rather expensive booze.

witchy, here's what you do, you put a quarter every 15 minutes in the video poker machine, and let the drinks keep on comin'.

at least that's what my mom told me. (no joke, my parents go 4 times a year- so they're like, experts or something).

I suggested it as a joke, but the more it's talked about, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea.

and there's this

Vegas is good, I actually go there quite often because, well, because my mother-in-law lives there. So I could go there, meet monkeys, see mom, drink, hide in my room, drink again, visit monkeys, eat grotty food. Sounds like a lovely 48 hours (the exact amount of time to visit Vegas for those in the know. Any longer is a risk to sanity).

And, if anyone is adventurous enough, the hubs and I always stop off at the sleaziest casino in Vegas (not an exaggeration) for the cheapest roulette in town, really cheap cocktails, and ambience extraordinaire. If you just ignore the speed dealers outside, and the bizarre gambling addicts next to you, it's quite exciting and terribly fun. Think of it. Dime roulette! Penny slot machines! Hashed-out waitresses! Dealers who are being trained and therefore quite terrible! Yellow nicotine stained walls! Cashiers asleep in the bathroom on their breaks! Perhaps this makes all of you hope that I will stay far away from Vegas when you are there, but I always have the best time at the el Cortez of anywhere else in that forsaken town. I save it for last, just like dessert.

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 03:22 PM

I'm in.

Wow. So much love for Vegas. I personally would rather disembowel myself and eat my entrails than go there.

Perhaps I am not making myself clear.

why would you ignore a speed dealer?

I'd personally rather a hole punch to my eyelids, knock the bottom halves of my front teeth out and shove an Ice Cream cone in my mouth, and have my testicles shaved with a rusty tuna can lid than ever step foot in NYC ever again.

A story about the el Cortez: my extremely alcoholic but loveable friend came there with us, and sitting at the dime roulette table with 2 dollars of chips in front of him, kept getting the gratis 7 and 7's. After about ten, he bought more chips, because, as he said, "It's like their paying me to drink! I'm makin' money!" We left only after 17 cocktails for him, and I almost got in a fight with an old casino hag who tried to steal our taxi. Sweet, sweet memories.

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 03:31 PM

My first choice is a 9622 meet up at Cold Chef's hotel, but Vegas would do in a pinch. Watching witchstone disembowel herself might be a bit of a downer, though.

I've always been repulsed by the idea of Vegas, but I've recently become addicted to the coolest card game in the world

If I understand correctly, though, witchy would like to go somewhere else, is that what you are trying to say?

(about that whole thing above-- not really, but I'm trying to outdo witchy)

mmmmm....casino hags....

I used to hate the idea of Las Vegas, but I've recently become addicted to the coolest card game in the world.

actually, i much prefer New Orleans to Vegas.

really that was the lamest double post ever, i'm sorry world.

I'd personally rather a hole punch to my eyelids, knock the bottom halves of my front teeth out and shove an Ice Cream cone in my mouth, and have my testicles shaved with a rusty tuna can lid than ever step foot in NYC ever again.

Well, that's just going overboard.

It was quite good, tj. You had me going, there.

But I did have a horrible time when I was in NYC

That's two votes for New Orleans!

nawlans huh? that'd be cool too.

Plus - coldhef's probably broke from the wedding and stuff.

*cough*Rome*cough*

Wedding, schmedding. Doesn't he know that to have 57 drunken wombats descending upon him after his nuptials is the best gift one can receive? It will especially impress the new wife.

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 03:47 PM

I'm going to New Orleans sometime in January. Lock up your daughters! Or something like that.

No, no, no, you have your Vegas fun. I'll just sit here. Don't mind me.

I am rather intrigued by el Cortez, though. Probably because it sounds like a Mexican restaurant and I've been craving Mexican food ever since Adam posted the picture of the midget.

I'm going to be in New Orleans for a couple of nights around New Years.

nonononononono.
you're not allowed anywhere near veags now little missy.

And my favorite casino in Vegas in the Babary Coast. Sleazin' and Cheazin'.

romakimmy, I'd be in for the whole Rome thing, but I don't think I'm allowed to leave the country anymore (or was it if I leave, I can't come back?)

I told you to not to smuggle hashish out of Turkey!

Kafka's right, tj. If it wasn't for the dogs sniffing out the hashish, they never would have found the plutonium. Next time don't stash your smuggled goods in the same bodily crevice.

Obviously we all have to go to Baton Rouge and stay at ColdChef's hotel. And make him fluff our pillows (wink wink) and move our cars around.

New Year's in N.O. is lots of fun. But take a coat!

Actually we're avoiding NO for New Years...going to be heading down the Gulf Coast to Alabama, for absolutely no reason at all.

Also, all you proponents of Pirate's Booty. I just had some for the first time.

Not so good.

It doesn't help that I work in a place where we use styrofoam peanuts for shipping.

The Wasabi Peas I got, however, are excellent.

I just envisioned playing bridge on speed.

I'm torn between 'I really should never go to Las Vegas' and 'I'll see you guys later.'

Pirate's Booty is a healthy snack. You have to know that going in. It's not going to be the new Cheez-It.

I prefer Veggie Booty, anyway. Who can say no to spinach & kale?

Who can say no to spinach & kale?

Green leafy food, bad.

Neon colored gooey food, good.

i think you should all meet me in the bar around the corner from my apartment on sixth and mission around 5p PST.

they have videogames there. free videogames.

videogames, says you?

yes. says i.

nothing like GTA3 and a martini to make you feel both classy and cheap simultaneously (kinda like the time i wore a dress and smoked a pack of those colorful nat shermans.)

I miss San Francisco. Can I stay in your crawlspace for a little while, fishsmoocher?

i love those colorful nat shermans.

Sobranie Cocktail cigarettes have even more color variety I believe.

Today was much better. I had too much coffee this morning, though. And the neighborhood was muy expensivo. And one thing led to another. And, well, how do I put this delicately....

I peed in Anita Baker's shrubs today.

I'm in for Vegas, New Orleans or New York. Anywhere but Ohio. God, I hate Ohio.

i love colorful objects.

I will be in Vegas on April 10-12ish of '03.

I'm just sayin'.

Aw, come on ya'll, it must be Nashville. It is sort of in the middle...and even monkeys can line dance.

I'll be in Louisville, KY next week. Who wants to come?

I want to!

Can't though :(

I peed in Anita Baker's shrubs today.

At least you're giving her the best that you got, eh, Mars?

I don't travel anywhere that's too far to drive in a single day.

Thankfully, I have a fast car and an elastic bladder, so that's somewhere around 1200 miles.

Oklahoma City, Topeka, Lincoln, Pierre, or Bismarck? Anyone?

I'll do OKC, crash. I even know some people there where we can, um, crash.

I have an old friend that builds casinos and stuff in Vegas. He told my husband that if we came out to see him he'd put us up for free.

If that doesn't scare you nuttin' will.

I believe in Bunnyfire, and the only thing that scares me is Keyzer Sose.

Who is Keyser Sose?

I miss San Francisco. Can I stay in your crawlspace for a little while, fishsmoocher?

any goddamn time:

that you bring a bottle of bushmill's, which is my new whiskey of choice. and CHOICE WHISKEY IT IS!

actually; i'd love to see an old-school BBS type get together in CA happen, because i think i could specialize in making everyone feel really fucking old, which would be fucking great.

gotta use that youth while i can.

maybe it could take the form of a drinking contest.

or a consecutive pointless posting contest.

Exactly what form of youth are we talking about here? Under fifty? Under five? You've got to be pretty young to make me feel too old. Twenty is probably my cut-off. If you can (and do) drink in bars, I am probably unflappable. Unless you start makin' with the pop culture references with the hippin' and the hoppin' and the *bling bling*.

Okay, I'm old.

Posted by: readymade on October 18, 2002 08:32 PM

Ufez and crash, I'll let you both know if and when I ever get back to Oklahoma City. We can do the Cowboy Hall of Fame.

Goneill! Louisville! Right down the road from me.
What day next week?

I'm down with that commish. My best friend's great grandmother is actually in the cowboy hall o fame. She was a bronco rider way back in the day. Even performed for the Queen of England.

no shit tizzie - i'm going next saturday to the saturday after. where are you? that's badass. 9622 meetup in louisville (or wherever tizzie lives...) (I'm going to visit my best friend...)

can anyone tell i just got home from a bulgarian punk bar?

I just moshed with eastern europeans - they were really sweaty.

If I didn't think my little piece of crap car would burst into flames if I attempted to drive that far, I'd so meet you two in Louisville. 350 miles roundtrip is tempting, but chances are I would be hitchhiking back home.

I thought you visited your best friend last weekend.

where are you brittney?

* just ignores jpoulos *

...blue moon of Kentucky, keep on shinin'...

On a completely unrelated note. I heard pips get outta bed this morning around quarter to 8, whe she got back she had coffee, hashbrowns, and sausage mcmuffins for us bith, ain't dat sweet?

She also say that since she's been getting up at 5 to commute, getting up at 8 is like luxury. Poor gal. But thanks honey.

Me? I'm a half an hour south of Nashville.

It'd take a lot to get me to Vega$ (mmm ... I'm feeling all Robert Urich-y already), but for monkeys I'll go anywhere. Lemme get the dwarf on the phone ...

"Authorities say the cult members worshipped monkeys at their acid-crazed desert orgies ..."

It'd take a lot to get me to Vega$ (mmm ... I'm feeling all Robert Urich-y already), but for monkeys I'll go anywhere. Lemme get the dwarf on the phone ...

"Authorities say the cult members worshipped monkeys at their acid-crazed desert orgies ..."

Post, dammit, daddy needs a new pair of shoes!

Now admit it, witchstone, "acid-crazed desert orgies" makes you want to go to Vegas, yes??

Goneill, we are gonna have the blue moon of kentucky meet-up, and the rest of these monkeys are gonna be SO jealous!

And Lupo, having more than one best friend is a girl thing. It starts in 3rd grade, and some of us never really grow out of it - me included.

feh. wimmin.

the first 9622.net meetup is in kentucky next week. be there, or be square.

(that was me...)

be there, or be be square.

**makes with the four right angles**

The first 9622.net meetup has already happened if all it takes is 2 members getting together. goneill does not get to decree such things. Some people still have not recieved CDs.

If this is gonna be done, it must be done right, with arrangements made for everyone's bail.

Obviously we should just have it in a place where someone has the police already in his/her pocket.

*smiles, flips through her little black book of 'offical-type' friends*

Hey, it's not just me and goneill! There's lots of people coming! There's me, and there's goneill, and there's me, and, wait, there's goneill and me and...

whatever.

. . . and 3 mammoth dogs!

Yeah,that's right! The dogs. And goneill's friend that she's coming to visit.

That's looking more official now, Mr. TJ the Expert, huh?

yeah - and brittney is involved in some way too.

You still haven't gotten a cd either? I'll send you a new one too.

Sorry about that. anyone else?

yeah - i'll get my friend, sarah to post something here so it will be official.

Pictures, people! We expect pictures! (Be sure you get a good one of the dogs)

Those hairballs aren't that photogenic, I warn you.

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