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Oh. My. God.

I think I used to date #1.

I thought the NYC meetup wasn't until next weekend.

I just want you all to know that I have seen heaven, and it's name is Valomilk. Next paycheck, I'm ordering me a truckload of these bad boys.

Thank you to my personal sucrose prophet, our own Vidiot.

"Pee no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil."

Toldja so.

BTW, One student living in the school library, and his rich bitch classmate going into business for herself,and kids swan diving off ledges all over the place.

What the hell is going on down at NYU?

Pee no evil, spew no evil, shit no evil

Tis an ancient Timorese warning about drinking large quantities of doubtful Australian donors' past-its-sell-by-date lager.

I really don't think that picture needs a caption. You can't improve upon perfection.

In 1988 came the most famous event in 97X's history: Dustin Hoffman repeating 97X's, "Pow, the future of rock and roll!" slogan in the Oscar-winning movie Rain Man.

*sob* The future of rock and roll is almost past.

We should buy it and make Monkey Radio.

Damn, WOXY is/was great. They were one of the first webcasters I listened to, way back in maybe 1996. But the RIAA has almost totally killed that business model because of their greediness.

And I'd be totally down with Monkey Radio. Provided the first song on the airwaves was Mojo Nixon's "Tie Your Pecker To Your Leg."

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Last night, we took my autistic son out to eat at a mexican restaurant - we were meeting his dad there. It was crowded and we had to wait a few minutes in the crowded doorway before they seated us. Andy was VERY hyper. He tried to head-butt an elderly gentleman. My husband saw it about to happen and grabbed Andy roughly by the neck and pulled him away. Whatever. I wasn't really paying attention but apparently someone was -
because an hour later when we came out of the place, the police were waiting there to question us for child abuse. Luckily, when we explained what had happened, the cop was understanding
and let us go.

Hubby was a lot calmer than I would have been. They made him take his hands out of his pockets so they could tell he wasn't carrying a weapon, but they didn't ask for ID. I was totally confused. The woman cop pulled me over to one side and said "We had a report that your husband abused your son in the restaurant" and since I actually had two husbands with me, I said "Which one?!?!" Christ.

Anyway. So I came home and then freaked out, and drank myself to sleep. It just makes me so furious! What the hell does anybody think they have the right to call up and report us - do they have any CLUE as to how difficult it is to try to control Andy in public without disaster? Would they rather have had him knock an old man unconscious? Do they think it's better for Andy if we leave him home and never let him be exposed
to the public? Did they happen to notice that Andy, while he's got the IQ of a 2 year old, has the size and strength of a 20 year old man???? Idiots.

So that was that. Now it's almost time for Andy to come home from his dad's so we can start listening to him play Buster Poindexter's "Hot, Hot, Hot" over and over and over and over on the boom-box for hours and hours. Perhaps we should send a tape of that to the f00king idiot who wants to second-guess our disciplinary tactics...
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How was your weekend? Any pics from the meet-up?

Nevermind, I found 'em. I love the beard, Vidiot.

Dammit that was supposed to be a cute fuzzy animal pic, tiz.

{tizzie}

You are an example to us all, friend.

The meetup was fun. Matt Haughey is a charming and diffident dude. My apologies for scooting off before the end but once again I heeded the high lonesome call of whiskey over the brassy serenade of deep-fried candy.

Y'know, I don't ever think I've seen vidiot look more pensive than here. If I didn't know better, I'd say he looks deep.

*ducks*

Is that because I have a chicken sandwich in my hand, Jon?

Pfui.

And {tizzie}.

I love the beard, Vidiot.

No, my "girlfriend" didn't visit this weekend---oh! THAT beard! Thanks.

Never mind that, Sam - where did you get the spiffy fluorescent wristwatch? ;)

Also - another tribute to the Haughey's deplorable attempt, for his next birthday present, to get that $1000 lens he keeps mentioning - are you nursing your drink, cupping it into your hands in the classic Casablanca fashion, or is Chico sniffing his own libation in search of the source of that annoyingly whiffy old-sock aroma which seems always to be present at MeFi get-togethers?

Old-sock aroma? Mmmmm, it's so manly.

And, {thanks, all.}

I was drinking Stella -- cupping it into your hands doesn't help any. And bingo's halo is WAY more impressive than my glowing wristwatch...

And I think that old-sock aroma is only at meetups where I happen to be present.

Come to think of it...

Hey, look. Adopt a Red Howler Monkey.

Miguel, you haven't lived until you've had a nice foamy carafe of Sweaty Stirrups Ale.

Also, there were many lovely ladies there, and I was doing the chivalrous thing and drinking from each of their shoes. Unfortunately, they were all wearing hipwaders, so I was quite in my cups by the end of the meal.

You know how it goes.

Oh, and Vidiot's watch doesn't just glow. It vibrates.

(Aw. I wanna monkey! C'I have one? I treat it nice!)

Dammit! I hate missing meetups of my adopted mefi-pack.

Alas, I was only drinking from their strappy sandals, so I didn't get very drubk.

Hipwaders? Sexy.

Vidiot's watch doesn't just glow. It vibrates.

Only if you play your cards right.

I recently did some rough calculations with mefi text ads. If I'm even close, #1 should easily be able to afford that lens without help.

Tizzie, I can't say that I completely understand, but my mother has worked in special ed for around 20 years so I do have some idea of what it most be like. Honestly, I would have a hard time dealing with it, those who can and do are saints in my book.

I'm intrigued by #4's dual-stream.

Who made this fine, fine swap disc, "Good Mojo for Bad Monkeys"?? Has a bit of a British/Irish theme to it? It returned to my rotation and I've been groovin on it for the past two days.

Thank you, Mystery Monkey!

tiz, that was RakDaddy, who was in our swapset way back when. Both yours and his are still in my rotation as well.

And {} from me as well. Continued strength to you.

#4's dual stream?

don't cross the streams?

A man may never cross a steam twice, for on the second occasion, the man isn't the same, and neither is the stream.

Om.

I think "dual stream" refers to monkey #4 in the photo above. Not that I notice those things, no, no.

And dear commish, thanks on both counts.

Fes, you're my guru. In a gadda da vida, baby.

I had the grand opportunity of making the acquaitance of Dejah tonight, plus seeing TCS for the first time in nearly a year. Both made for great company.

Many shout-outs were made and many pics were taken, most of which will be uploaded after work tomorrow.

Until then, I give you...

this.

Have a sweet night, folks.

Jebus, you'd think I'd be able to code after only 9-ish beers.

Make that this: this.

Best. Shoutout. EVAR.

How come none of you fine monkeys ever tattooed "readymade" in Sharpie on your ass? Huh? HUH?

Well, I drank a beer in your honor, even though I didn't know it was in your honor. Cheers!

*sobs*

*well, it's more of a snivel, really*

*sobs*

*well, it's more of a snivel, really*

*apparently I'm especially snivelly today*

Monkeysocks!

Cute legs. Y'all are mighty purty! That Dejah is a Hot Mama!!! Ufez has those eyes, *swoon*, and our thomcatspike looks like a movie star. WooHOOO Dallas!

Ufez, man, that's some serious balls, my freind. I salute you. At least at the moment you don't have a gf to explain that to.

But thank you for the shoutout. I waft my coffee-stained flannel in your general direction.

Oh. Oh my.

Why thank you, Mister Ufez.

(OK, allow me to feign propriety for a few minutes before I 'fess up to the fact that I paid him ten bucks to take that picture.)

It was a bit odd as I rushed through my shower this morning to be all *scrub scrub scrub, ah, fuggit, I'll be branded for some time*.

Finally meeting De was great. She's got some very interesting stories. I think my favorite line of the night was: "It was like a bullion cube of drugs".

And then of course, the phrase I thought I'd never utter: "Hey Thom, come to the bathroom with me real quick, I need you to take a picture of my ass."

Ufez, my friend, you are officially on one long slippery slope.

Ch-ch-ch-chico, when I starting doing shout-outs dressed in a Marcel Marceau outfit with a plastic flower pinned on my lapel that squirts clamato wearing Ace Frehley makeup and a beefeater's hat, please feel free to throw the intervention party.

Kind of off-topic, but since it sort of goes with the thread's title, here's a fun little traffic story from here in Milwaukee.

How could anything with "monkey feces, algae, goose dung and pungent bits of food" be considered off-topic here?

Well, off-topic from the current shout-out/meet-up conversation. Certainly not off-topic for 9622. :-)

A few years from now, that region is going to produce the finest wines in all of Wisconsin. People will come from as far away as Sheboygan to sample the acrid, sweet grapes of Chateau de Singe.

Also, "macaque caca" is a cute touch.

"Fine wine" is an oxymoron. And I don't just say that as a teetotaler. I was once sitting in the tile bar and the lady on the stool next to me was drinking a big ol' tumbler of Chateau de Gerbil Gism or whatever and the smell got to me so much that I almost ralphed.

Okay, the rest of my pics are up now...

Snubbed!

You think that's bad, Jon, a place where I used to tend bar? I had a regular - big batshit old lady who had fingernails like scalpels, a giant floppy white linen hat and sunglasses from the Jackie-O Canasta collection, who drank jack and milk.

That's right. Imagine that delicious combo curdling in your mouth. Jack. And. Milk.

Dammit, fes, I swear your named was tossed about, along with ColdChef and readymade and lil' nacho and the Cali boys and everyone, but we were about an hour past coherent writing skills. Forgive me, you'll be #1 next time. Maybe even on my ass.

9622.net: You'll be #1 next time. Maybe even on my ass.

Try singing "Everybody wants macaque caca" to the tune of "Everybody Wants to Cha-Cha-Cha." It's fun.

(I'd write a parody, but Google isn't coming up with the lyrics (!), and I'm too lazy to go into the next room and dig out my Sam Cooke album...)

Fes, did this Jack-and-milk woman look anything like an older, soused Laverne Defazio?

Cos you know, I could see her going from Milk-&-Pepsi to Milk-&-JD pretty quick, once she hit a certain age and bitterness level.

(Jon: maybe it just wasn't a good year for Gerbil Jism. It happens. Bad weather, squeaky running wheel, Richard Gere's out of town. You know as well as anyone.)

Chico: Nah, she looked more like someone had filled a bodysuit made of surgical glove material with lukewarm salad oil, dressed it up in shop-dusty clothes from the Bette Davis collection ca. 1962, and performed some sort of profane voodoo spell to give it ambulation.

The worst part was the voice, which was *exactly* the sort of voice you'd expect from a salad oil zombie who drank jack-and-milks.

And she flirted, too. *shudder*

9622.net: Salad-oil zombies drinking Jack & milk.

All...Had a great time at the meet up...recall writing down Fes.
Nice time well had, great meeting dejah and ufez is always the most pleasurable person to hang with.

sheesh, now will be known as the guy who takes ass shots in the bathroom. We were alone w/ my foot locking the door if you can picture that.

If she was drinking Jack & Milk it's cause she had an ulcer or some other kind of stomach problem I'll bet.

Or was hoping to get one.

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