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Curious. Looks like a wand.

Timidly crunch.

Monkey likes it.

So whispy sweet and salty good...must have two at a time.

*lights a cigarette*

Thanks Brittney!

*right-clicks pictures, selects "Save As..."*

Are you going to follow it up with a Deep-Fried Mars Bar?

Point me in the direction of one and I'm on it.

Brittney..thighs....

**awakens, pleasantly dazed**

Oh yeah, Pocky. Good stuff. Wait'll you try the strawberry...

Beside this box there was a box of Pocky For Men.

I thought I'd best not dare on my first try.

Why do you THINK Witchy had to go under the knife?

Oh and we learned via dogmatic's wife that it's actually pronounced Po-kee, like gumby's horse. Who knew?

Thanks, Brittney!

When will you review Cadbury's Chocolate Fingers?

Well then why don't they spell it Pokey, man? What, they don't think we gaijin types'd ever eat something named after a plasticine horse?

The hell we wouldn't.

(I declare. Those Japanese have a different word for everything.)

Heh. I just cranked through half of my last box of Pocky last night. Same kind as you've got there, Brittney.

Dammit. Now I wish I had some here. Stupid munchies. You guys are always makin' me hungry.

Timidly crunch.

*cringes*

never crunch, babe. NEVER CRUNCH.

I'm not so sure I'd like strawberry. Are their many other flavors? I'll bet this is a Pocky Faq site somewhere, which I'll scoot along to find right after this.

I look forward to the Dark Chocolate ones.

And again, damn you, Jon.

*there is

Am dazed by the Pocky. (Pronounced Pokey.)

I bought the Pocky at this Japanese place in which I had dinner last night. They sell videos, food stuffs and authentic Japanese food. When my meal arrived there was a pile of something yellow on my plate and a strange dollop of something white on my sprouts. A notoriously picky eater I ate some crazy exotic things in LA this week and loved them all. Things I'd never otherwise try since I stayed incredibly shit-faced.

I decided to dive right into the yellow stuff first, pickiness be damed and was delighted to discover an apple bit smothered in a mustard/mayo sauce. Was delicious. The next stab of my sticks revealed a cold noodle in the same tangy sauce. The third time I got an undercooked potato that's crunch matched that of the apple. It was really fucking good. When the waitress came to refill the tea pot I asked her if she could tell me what the delicious yellow dish was called. She faked the best straight face I've even seen and whispered, "It's potato salad."

I felt like a stupid head. A real dumbfuck. And I spent the rest of my meal listening to continuous and ever-varied laughter from the kitchen.

So, I'm glad I didn't refer to it as "Pocky" instead of "Pokey."

That's AWESOME, Brittney...now I'm faced with having to tell my co-workers what's so goddam funny.

Reminds me of the time I took my dad to a Vietnamese restaurant in Atlanta. My dad, who tries to be suave but usually isn't (cantcha just see the genetic resemblance? *sobs*) pointed at a particular entree on the menu (printed both in English and Vietnamese), and said "How do you say this?"

The waitress gave him of the single best "you-are-dumber'n-shit" looks I've seen ever, and verrrrry slowly and clearly enuciated "POORRRK. WITH RICE NOODLE."

Brittney, if you get a chance, try the green tea mousse pocky. Very tasty. I've also heard tales of "winter pocky" though I have no idea what flavor it will be. Jon -- any clues?

Dammit Jon! You never showed me where to get Ranmue!

This is funny. Apparently I've eaten pocky, but I've always known it as "those chocolate-covered biscuit stick thingys". I didn't realize that's what it was until I read the box above.

There's also green tea pocky, cafe latte pocky , and blueberry pocky, all of which are excellent. The almond pocky is probably good if you like that sort of thing. As is pocky's chipesque sibling Pretz.

Also I'm cranking up the new Led Zeppelin live set. Truly. Fucking. Amazing.

Yeah, yeah. I know, they're dinosaur rock cliches. But they became legends for a reason and this set reminds you why eloqunetly. The only downside is this music cries out for some bong hits and I am bone dry right now.

Suffice it to say, my next Absurdist entry will be a point-by-point defense of the mighty zep. I know nobody here dissed 'em, but it needs to be written dammit.

Fuckin' Bonham is making the house vibrate. I'ma hafta get that strawberry wine out the fridge.

Jon, if you need a anti-zepatista to rail against, I'll be that guy.

Ahem.

(The appropriately named) Robert Plant's off-key bloated screech would have been harmful enough to the greater good of the genuine rock-and-roll-as-rebellion paradigm if it hadn't gone and spawned quadrillions of self-indulgent kids who thought they were in touch with the real spirit of the blues because they happened to be on their first-ever weed high when they read the Lord Of The Rings aloud to themselves.

Sure, Page & Jones & Bonham had world-class chops. Wish they'd used all that talent to play something they (and we) could acually relate to instead of boiling down a half-century each of the sweat off Muddy Waters and Slim Harpo's backs into some bourgeois blow-me atomizer fragrance version of the original.

(Okay, now... go!)

Chico, Lust (the subject of most zep songs, along with carnage) is something everyone can relate to.

Plus, the self-indulgence charge could be more leveled against the legions of Zep imitators than Zep themselves. Plus as far as rebellion went, don't forget, Zep offended the living shit out of the rock establishment by telling the hippies to go fuck themselves, by cranking the volume to 11 and aiming it directly at the boone's fam and seconal crowd. Plus an argument could be made that "Communication Breakdown" and "Rock And Roll" prefigured punk.

Plus, screw all thes illy theorizing, the tunes rock. This set was recorded when the songs were fresh and the enthusiasm shows. Like it or not, rock and roll was irreoarably different after they showed up. Not until Metallica was there another hard rock band as innovative.

Plus, I realize that punk fans like to point to zep as the epitome of all that's evil, but it dosen't wash cause quite frankly I never thought the punk vs. metal dichotomy made much sense, since they were both all about volume and testosterone and noise and saying fuck you to a bored staid existence, but that's just me. And it's perhaps tainted by the fact that I was raised by the only two baby boomers who seemed toi have been untouched and/or ignorant of the 60's turmoil, so Zep was a reveleatory and rebellious to me as the Pistols.

Please forgive any icoherence. i'm drubk. More eloquent version tommorow.

Plus, they are just playing their asses off...this is good enough to convince doubters, I am not kidding.

NTM, I'm now listening to the "Whole Lotta Love" medley on disc three, which is "Boogie Chillun" "Hello Mary Lou" and "let's Have A Party", the exact type of songs a buncha guys from the British midlands wouldv've grown up digging in the 50's. Also, besides what're we fetishizing authenticity now? without whiteboys taking a whack at blues riffs, rock and roll never happens in the first place.

And I've never read Lord Of The Rings so fuck that analogy.

Yes, every asshole in the world though they were "deep" for listening to "Stairway.." but the Led Zep catalog goes a lot deeper thna that.

I told you all before I'm no fucking hipster. This should prove it.

Just heard "Whole Lotta Love" on the radio.

When two events occur simultaneously we should pay strict attention.

Chico, some of what you say is true - however, all transgressions may be forgiven in light of Presence.

One may forgive even the worst of Zepspawn, as one moves into the blazing gotterdammerung center of Achilles Last Stand. There is an infernal majesty to it, as if Hades herself spread her legs and let loose an grand army of the the dead, stumbling in rags across a blasted landscape bearing iridium smoothbore Napoleans they fire, load, and fire again.

I would rend the very flesh from the earth itself with this music, and carry my legions into battle on wings of colossal black owls, silent and alien and laden with electric lances and stinger missiles. This would be the music playing as my hell-cavalry descended from the skies, our formation like a protean sigil engraved on the husks of blotted-out stars.

All this, if only the Gods so willed it!

Mayhap someday they shall.

In re: Pocky: I was at a business conference and, before every lecture, a cadre of waiters would go around the hall, refilling water pitchers, clearing away coffee cups and scrapped paper, emptying ashtrays...

...and placing sticks of what was apparently mint pocky at each place! I always assumed that pocky was some sort of candy, like Lemonheads only, you know, red or something. These biscuit sticks I've ate!

They're not bad, but honestly I don't understand all the excitement.

Right there with you Fes.

Count me as totally apathetic about Pocky and Zeppelin both.

I am the anti-jon!

I've had that stuff, Fes. (Was that in Greensboro? At the big-ass hotel/conference center whose name escapes me?) It's okay, but it's not Pocky. (The center is more hard-candy-esque than cookie-like.)

Pocky is the kind of thing whose essential gloriousness becomes apparent only on contact with the One True Biscuit.

Pocky is what it is.

Pocky asks little of us, save open-mindedness and a tolerance for blissful, biscuitty crunch.

If Pocky did not exist, we would have to invent it. If we did not exist, Pocky would not care.

jonkaf
yinyang
darklight
chaoslaw
tootieblair
pockynot-pocky

9622: open-mindedness and a tolerance for blissful, biscuitty crunch.

Vidiot: you mean Grandover? Nice place, our Fall meeting is there again, first week of October. But no, my encounter with not-pocky was in Pittsburgh.

jonkaf...
tootieblair

Tootie? I'm more Jo...eh, who am I kidding..Natalie.

Kaf is definetely blair though. The hair clinches it.

Um. no, I wasn't thinking of Grandover. Some huge hotel right off the interstate (doesn't narrow it down too much for GSO, alas), conference center named after someone. Something akin to the "Frank J. Windowpane ConferencePlex and Love Motel."

But I don't think that's it.

(No big deal, though -- upon a quick Google search, I find it's the Koury Center at the Sheraton. I only remember because of a few interminable meetings there.)

Nope, never been there. We have our big meetings at Grandover, little meetings at HQ, I stay at the O'Henry, and I do most of my drinking at either the Village Tavern or Richie's.

One would profit from the reminder: Without Tootie, there can be no Blair.

Similarly, without Harris there can be no Wojo.

True, but the Fish, stands alone...

Well as of [Tuesday June 24 2003 8:57:51 AM PT], Fish was, in fact still standing, and I'd be willing to bet he's far from alone.

I have this vision of him staying hammered six days a week at the Friar's Club, giving Alan King or someone punches in the arm, real hard, laughing all the way, actually.

sans Kotter, non Woodman?

Et tu, Horshack?
Minty Pocky, Boom Boom?

And what about Jennifer Marlowe/Bailey Quarters?

Or conversely: Jon does have many Dwayne-like qualities, but how much of a Rerun-type are you, Kaf? (I mean in the fun-loving catalyst way, not neessarily in the, uh, well-roundedness of your character.)

(By the way, not to abandon the Zeppelin argument -- I'm just not buying the idea that they were lust personified -- but we may have to discuss this in person. Booze might have to be involved.)

Booze might be involved.

Um, like, if you dudes discuss, can I, um, like, discuss too?

I'm not a Zeppelin fan (nor do I hate them...it's more indifference-leaning-towards-slight-dislike), but I do likes the booze.

Besides, if they were lust personified, where does that leave Boozoo Chavis?

In my heart, Viddo. Or somewhere southward thereof.

Like right here.

I'm close to tapped, financially, but booze is always good. Maybe tommorrow.

Britt--Men's Pockey is dark chocolate. My favorite. I'm also quite fond of Yam Yam, for what it's worth.

Or Yan Yan. I'm obviously not fond enough of it to read the box.

I found a Hello Kitty version of Yan Yan when I was in San Francisco's Chinatown. My advice: Stick to the official stuff. The chocolate's better.

They have a banana version that is new and a "Men's Pocky" which uses dark/bitter chocolate, which is funny to me.

and pocky *heart* you

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