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Well, I hope you said howdy for me.

Heh, photos to follow.

(Assuming the others wake up sometime before 6pm seeing as the festivies ended sometime around 5am.)

Also, I went to a company Xmas party with an open bar the other night. Now I have a rapidly speading huge bruise on my inner right thigh. Any idea what happened to me? Cos I haven't a clue.

Also, tonight is retro-night on our local WB station, when it reverts to it's pre-network days by broadcasting Welcome Back, Kotter/The Jeffersons/The Odd Couple/Taxi bacj to back. This is a beautiful thing.

I'm rapidly turning into Dico Stu I realize. I'm even listening to Jackson Browne. w00t!

Nice talking to y'all last night.

Did I say that right?

Glad the e-charleyhorse-o-gram arrived before Christmas.

I've been drinking like Carl Perkins since I got here, and I've heard more music than even (especially) my little brain can handle.

My captors have been kind.

WoooHOOO, giddyap, cowboys and cowgirls!

I always thought ColdChef worked at a hotel. Heh, no wonder he never offered any of us rooms at a discount.

Alright already, it's been 3 days, have the DFW contingent come up for air long enough to post pictures yet or what?!?

Throw us a bone here man.

[Shhhhhh! I'd have posted earlier, but I'm kind of stowed away at the moment. I'll be able to upload the approximately 80000 pictures tonight, I promise.

Fes? I don't know what amazing deeds you did to deserve the shoutouts you got. Just saying.]

Oh, last call for me to bring stuff back. I have some trinkets and gewgaws (plus about twenty-seven hundred hours of new punk and rockabilly, and can I get a hell yeah for that), oh and a hangover as big as -- well, it's pretty big.

There was even bowling last night. Jesus Quintana on a pogo stick. Put me in a wheelchair, and get me on a plane.

PS - That was not ufez. He's still asleep.
I should wake him, maybe.

Well, you could always try the "squash and sniff" test...

Bowling, dude!

(I'm so glad ya had fun!)

Ufez, when you wake up :-) there's a bunch of good links about Phil Ochs at wood's lot.

Jebus that was fun. Assuming all's going well, chico's up in the air over Arkansas or Tennessee or something.

Pictures will arrive at some point in time. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, all the orgy2.mpg files seemed to have been lost in the ether.

The phone repair guy that arrived at my apt. on Saturday morning seemed a little nervous and disturbed at the fact that there were six people sitting around on the floor in a hungover stupor.

sitting around, and asking him questions to boot.

Much fun was had. Ufez was the ever-gracious host; Chico was, well, just about how I expected (in an effort to find common musical ground, I threw out numerous band names; poor guy took it as a series of suggests. Sorry 'bout that.) Kimmy and her sister are both RAWR in completely different ways. Thomcatspike was even more thomcatspike-ish in person. Here's hoping tog was amused by us, and erisfree isn't scared.

Wait'llya see the pictures.

Kimmy and her sister are both RAWR in completely different ways.

Translation: I have the ass and she has the tits. ;)

Just joshin'. 'Twas a pleasure to meet all of y'all and I'm glad you made it home safely, notsnot.

Now get yer asses over to Rome.

ufez, I don't care how much bowling you're doing, and I don't care with who. eyeballkid and I have been sitting by our machines waiting for your next e-scrabble move. What about us? People show up IRL and you just forget us? This is inexcusable. WE HAVE E-SCRABBLE TO PLAY. Mr Big Shot. Oh, fine, post pics, go right ahead. We don't care. What with your bowling and your hangovers. Anyone could get a hangover. For all you know, I have a hangover right now! But you don't know, do you? No. You run off with monkeys and leave us with nothing but the crust, THE CRUST, to nibble at. There your last play sits, the word "ovary" and its 34 points just staring at us. eyeballkid has placed "alt" down and now sits there, sighing deeply. It's sad to watch him, his life slipping away under the eternal sunshine of Southern California, his micro-fridge humming next to his monitors, as he plays his video games and wonders how his friend could have forgotten him so quickly. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY UFEZ. By god, we had better have shoutouts coming after the suffering we've endured. My gmail notifier hasn't gone off in DAYS and when I see a sad face emoticon, I have to fight back the welling tears.

"I have the ass and she has the tits."

Pics, please!

fishfruit tears + frustrated ebk does, in fact, = one happy motherfucking ufez.

That said, I just hate it when I leave my ovary hanging out there for days on end. But look, I played, ok? I FUCKING PLAYED. GET OVER IT YOU DRAMA QUEENS!!!

(btw, chico, this arabic breakbeat stuff is killer)

Hi - I'm just stepping out of my lurk to point out the new WFMU t-shirts. You know, since they seem oddly 9622-appropriate this time around.

aw man, what did I miss?

Elvis Human-Beatboxing Christ on a cracker. I don't know why I bothered.

I woke up this morning in beautiful, warm (actually warm, Ufez can attest) weather, stepped into a little box, where I got shaken all day long like some bad AC/DC tribute song, and a little more than six hours later I step out of the little box and it's -- it's FUCKING COLD.

Whoever ordered this weather, I hope you kept the receipt.

All I have are my golden, beautiful memories of our glorious lost weekend in Dallas to keep me warm.

(I had to do something on the plane, so I culled and annotated.)

Look at chico bringing the pressure. My 15 pics exist somewhere around here.

Like I said at the mothership, you bastards coulda given me one. stinkin. little. shoutout. I don't ask for much. But no. Nada. Keine outengeshouten fur der wunderchicken.

I'm bruised, I'm bewildered, broken...no, I'm crushed!

I never loved you. NEVER!

*dashes off, sobbing*

Great pics with good lookin' monkeys! Thanks fer the shout-out.

That's some serious ass work there.

Wow. Those pictures reminded me of many, many, many things I'd already forgotten (probably due to that very last vodka/diet coke).

Notsnot, enjoy the Texas music you were creaming your panties over on Saturday (I'll send more). Chico, you are the only man in the world that looks good in tight jeans. Thomcatspike, we'll talk politics when both of us are sober. Eris and Tog, you're both seriously cool chicks and we MUST party in some shape or form more often. Ufez, I'm coming back to borrow more Vonnegut, steal Van Gogh, and make a few more trips to the sody-pop machine.

And those are some damn fine asses.

Dammit! Chico & I knew we were forgetting someone important.

Come back stav! We'll have an extra special shoutout for you when sis gets home from work.

As I said on the blue: for a conservative midwestern family man, Fes spends an alarming amount of time in the vicinity of attractive liberal young women's nether reigons. And by fes, I mean his name on a peice of paper. and by alarming, I mean envy inducing.

Serious ass work?
Pshaw. Nothing serious about it, darling.

It's just good, clean asstastic fun! No ifs, ands or ... or anything!

And stav, you squeaky wheel, how many shoutouts to anyone have you made?

No matter. We knew by doing that many shoutouts we were on a road to madness.
'S ok. I have an idea too.

We hit you up earlier in the year, stavvy. It may not have been a flattering coupling, but pen was put to paper and names were written! FWIW, chico and I agreed that setting you and ColdChef in a room and just sitting back and listening would be the penultimate meetup experience.

And you're welcome anytime, henchy. As chico discovered on Sunday, my apartment is no stranger to people looking for a good time just dropping by unannounced.

A girl with chocolate on her mouth and dong resin on her forehead.
Funny, that's exactly how I got the Gawker job.

Okay, henchwoman, I guess you were right, then. I thought it was pics of Denton with a goat. I should have known.

I owe you a fiver next time we meet, aight?

A girl with chocolate on her mouth and dong resin on her forehead.

And I thought those days were behind me...

I owe you a fiver next time we meet, aight?

My liver and I discussed it, and we'd rather have a beer.

i for one completely approve of ass.

Fantastic time meeting our visiting monkeys; rommakimmy, notsnot & chico.

Also, as I told chico & notsnot that if we have a meetup again and there are more visiting monkeys, I have an extra bedroom for them to stay in.

As Kafkaesque can tell you, all of my stories start with "We were so drunk that..." and end with "And that's how the police officer found himself naked in a pot of jam."

Is there a word for the feeling one gets when one is at once jealous, flattered and irredeemably smit? I only wish I had done those things that I imagine would warrant such shoutouts. Many thanks, micio mio. There is but one tiny angelo that I'd care to see dance, but not on the head of a pin.

The rest of you? Lucky. Bastards. Especially Chico, whom I suddenly find disconcertingly attractive.

*scours Monster for "Marketing Scumbag Position Open, glib command of English and Bullshit required, must look rather James Bond-ian in a suit, relocation to Rome required*

And I am KICKING myself for not having notsnot's cell number. I am such a dumbass sometimes, it scares me.

Apropos of nothing, my boss, Toranaga-sama, has tendered his papers. And I was prepared to announce to him my own desire to become ronin - and whaddya know, the fucker beats me to the punch. Meet the new Director of Marketing for Evil Corporation, Inc.

Oy.

Also apropos of nothing, I'm watching The Craft of TBS, and I must say that it is an *awesome* movie. And I mean that in the traditional sense, "to generate awe."

We gonna have a swap around here someday or what?

Reviewed the pictures again, good LORD I wish I could've gone to Dallas. Lucky bastardy bastards!

What the well-dressed bad-ass is wearing this holiday season - a new title!! Director of Marketing, woooHOOO!

Mighty impressive there, Fes, and I'm very happy for you. ****smooooch****

I never thought I'd live long enough to say this to anyone, but:

Fes, I may be pretty. But you have the better job. Congratulations on that. (Och! the love!)

I soak in the big Monkey love, and keep my skin stony and itch-free thereby!

I'm soaking in the snowdrifts here. Not really - they're outside and I'm staying in, as is everybody else, apparently. I haven't seen one car drive past the corner yet this morning.

mmmmm, I think I might make pancakes for breakfast!

You da man now Fes! Congrats!

I was just out trying to shovel the half-frozen slush off the sidewalk, while no less than eight cherry-red street-cars were backing up in front of my house. The front car was creeping along the track at about 1 inch per min. with beautiful showers of blue sparks periodily raining down from the power-arm. How festive.
A man stopped to tell me that the street-cars were backing up and that the snow was turning to ice. Thanks for the info, Buddy.
Hey Chico, don't you miss Toronto?

Meanwhile, I've been sweating nonstop in NYC today. Come to NYC, towerbrave!

Right, that tropical mecca, New York City. Of course, you can't beat the company down there -if I had the cash Vidiot, you know I'd be there as fast as they could de-ice the plane ;)

*points eastward and laughs*

Merry "what ever the fucking Holliday you want it to be" aka wetfhywitb. Make sure to enjoy your self to the max this Season's Holliday.
Spreading it among your love ones is the gift I wish for you all.
TCS

I wish you all cash.

I'd like to take that wish to the bank.

It looks like we're not getting any more snow - but we're also not getting any less. The temp tonite will be 3 below zero. *shudder*

My little VW is buried in a drift somewhere in front of the house. Probably in that yellow spot where the dogs paid their regards.

We just gotta lotta rain here in the Big Apple. But hankfully I'm all fulla crab cakes and beer.

well took me 3 hours to get to work, put in an hour and a half.. then the office party... got a fifth, of which a third is left.

A good day, overall

and unless I start getting shout outs again... I'm leavin again!

ungrateful bastards.. see what happens to 9622 when I'm gone for a little bit? overrun with comment spam, that's what!

I'm at work. I'm bored.

I'm at home. I'm also bored.

*bump*

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