2010-2011 Sorabjite Cliffs Notes


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By la on Monday, August 29, 2011 - 09:53 pm:

    For Spider, a little catch-up. Anyone else want to summarize their year?

    -----

    September was my 10-year highschool reunion. I skipped the official one and went to a bar with some people I remembered from highschool and some I didn't. One fellow I didn't remember knew who I was and we started dating, but he wasn't over his exwife and I ended up breaking up with him at the end of December when I realized it wasn't going to get better.

    October through June I tried to go to Portland State, but found my grades and mental health suffering. The school is so big, I never found much community & couldn't find a major that I could stick with. I did spend some time learning to fix my bike and took some classes that improved my knowledge of language, religion and philosophy, so it's not a total wash. I'm going to apply for a veterinarian technician program, but it's not due until May. One class and 40 hours of shadowing is all I need to get in.

    My mom's mother, my final grandparent, died in June. She was 96. I'd vowed to myself that I would live in or near Portland as long as I had any grandparents left, now I'm free.

    I was seeing a fellow starting in May, but I had a feeling that things were strange not long after. Ignored it and didn't break up with him until two weeks ago (one week after realizing I wasn't attracted to him *at* *all*). Since then, he's sent me a card, a telegram and shown up at the house uninvited. I just blocked him on twitter and facebook and asked him to give me space; hopefully I won't hear from him for a while.

    10 days ago, I boarded a bus to Minot, ND to work with the cleanup effort. The money dried up and I'm home again already, 4 weeks earlier than planned. I met a fellow on the bus who became my best friend at the camp, we spent virtually all our non-working, awake hours together & finally kissed the night before I was sent home along with the rest of the people from Portland (except him). I don't know how long it'll be until he's back in town & I'm worried. I'm writing a letter.


By sarah on Tuesday, August 30, 2011 - 08:47 pm:


    i quit my job of 10 years.

    i reconnected with old friends.

    i broke up with new friends.

    my youngest turned 2 years old.

    i dead lifted 230 lbs.

    i got an ear infection.

    i busted my ass doing a lot of small things that add up to nothing.

    my eldest and i leave for hawaii in 2 weeks.

    in most aspects i'm not much closer to the goals i set in january.



    sadly, that's about it.






By moonit on Wednesday, August 31, 2011 - 03:39 am:

    We have had a series of devastating earthquakes.

    Sept 4th
    Boxing Day
    Feb 22nd (took many lives)
    June 13

    Our central city is still cordoned off and we have had many demolitions to our favourite buildings and places.

    I have been living in a surreal headspace for the last almost year since the first one hit.

    I got married in March. After many years of waiting. Both our venues were hit by the Feb 22nd quake and we had to find somewhere else. It was a great day and a huge celebration.

    I worked from home for months. I got promoted - but couldn't hire someone to take on my workload until we found premises to work from. Currently we work out of a house. and I am getting into the promotion (although some days I feel a bit grumpy)

    In March 2012 I am coming to America. For two weeks. I am super excited about this and think this is the only thing keeping me sane right now.

    I have the worst winter flu.

    Dee is getting a cancerous lump chopped off her leg next week.

    My best friend is moving to Australia and I am gutted.


By Dougie on Wednesday, August 31, 2011 - 09:30 am:

    Identical twin girls born May 20th, named Alicia and Danielle. (Allie and Dannie). That's the only thing that matters about 2011 for me.


By sarah on Wednesday, August 31, 2011 - 10:56 pm:


    how's that going Dougie? how are the girls?




By Spider on Tuesday, September 6, 2011 - 10:19 am:

    Thanks for the updates!


By Dougie on Thursday, September 8, 2011 - 11:04 am:

    The girls are great, sarah, growing like weeds. They're mostly sleeping through the night now, which is great. Just got back from a trip upstate, we rented a cabin, and although they're young, I'd like to think they had a good time. I know I did -- plenty of trout!


By agatha on Saturday, September 10, 2011 - 01:55 pm:

    Well let's see. I celebrated my five year anniversary at my job last month, so that was cool. Still love my job even though the director of our library system is kind of an idiot in every way other than budget balancing (which is important, so I probably shouldn't complain). Cleo is a senior this year, she's doing half a day at the vocational school here doing a "Professional Medical Careers" program and half a day at the community college, so she's not at her high school at all. She wants to be a doctor. I'm super proud of her. Dave is still self employed building lockers all over Washington- he drives for hours and hours each day. He's looking quite svelte now because his job is physically ass-kicking. We were poorer than I think we've ever been over the last couple of years, but I think we're finally coming out of it and are almost completely caught up on our bills. We are down to one pet, Kitty, the best rottie in the world, who is a little on the older side and has some mobility issues and takes medication. We have two goldfish too. In my continued tradition of doing too many things, I am a volunteer at our local All Ages venue (which is currently searching for a new home) and I'm on the Olympia Arts Commission and have been counterprotesting at Planned Parenthood every Friday morning and am still trying unsuccessfully to make a little art on the side. I've been working sporadically on two zines for over a year. That's about it for me. I am boring. xoxoxo


By platypus on Saturday, September 10, 2011 - 06:18 pm:

    Woah, go Cleo!

    I keep coming back to this thread wanting to post
    some kind of update, but, honestly? My life is
    incredibly boring. I work. All the time. I've
    gotten some good, interesting contract work this
    year and am showing up in a variety of odd places,
    but, mostly? I work. I'm so tired I basically have
    no social life. I'm trying to get a project off
    the ground and feeling frustrated. And then I work
    some more.

    In the last year I've moved house, lost two cats,
    and determined that being a grownup really isn't
    as exciting as it sounded on the box.


By semillama on Tuesday, September 13, 2011 - 12:11 pm:

    I want to post, but need a reference point to start from. What year should I start, Spider?


By Spider on Tuesday, September 13, 2011 - 01:22 pm:

    Wow, I don't actually remember when I went AWOL from here. Gimme the last two years to be safe. :)


By wisper on Wednesday, September 14, 2011 - 09:17 am:

    I'd honestly rather not think about most it.


By sarah on Wednesday, September 14, 2011 - 07:06 pm:

    there you are.



By wisper on Wednesday, September 14, 2011 - 08:53 pm:

    hallo :)
    i came back to look around and add to my personal
    thread but then got too upset n stopped.

    I'm so happy to see Spider though :D
    <3


By TBone on Friday, October 7, 2011 - 10:32 pm:

    Sooo, hi.

    I haven't checked in for a while, I don't think.
    It's really cool to see that so many of you still
    at least drop by, too.

    It's been an interesting year. I no longer live in
    Montana. I got a job with Amazon, and we moved to
    Seattle. The wife is still trying to find a job,
    but things are sounding pretty good for a job at a
    cancer research library.

    Prior to the new job, I worked as "Interim
    Director of Development" at my job in Helena. Then
    I was passed over for the permanent position. It
    sounds like that might have been awkward, or that
    it led to my leaving, but it wasn't, and didn't,
    really.

    I wasn't actually a good fit for the first Amazon
    job I interviewed for, so I referred them to my
    best friend from high school. He got the job,
    which is in the same building as me, and started
    the same day I did. It's been a huge boon for him,
    since he was miserable, had no health insurance,
    his mother had just died, and he was going blind.
    Now he has a well-paying job with benefits,
    medical insurance with no existing condition
    exclusion, and he's in a city with lots of good
    specialists. His cornea transplants are scheduled
    for December.

    So... things are pretty good. Starting at Amazon
    was terrifying, and still is. Everyone there is
    brilliant. It makes me aware of my shortcomings.

    An Android app I wrote to scratch an itch a while
    back has suddenly started bringing in a
    substantial income, and was mentioned in a For
    Dummies book for Android. Not something to put on
    my gravestone, but it was gratifying when someone
    at Amazon said, "Wait, *you* wrote that?"

    Now it just sounds like I'm bragging. If it helps,
    I'm still painfully shy and awkward. One of my
    coworkers intimidates me beyond reason. I'm
    haunted by insecurity and feel like an impostor
    among geniuses.

    I'm happy to see your names on my screen again.


By sarah on Friday, October 7, 2011 - 10:53 pm:

    what a wonderful update tbone. i am way proud of you! and i
    don't mean that in any condescending way. you totally
    deserve the recognition and the opportunity to shine.



By J on Saturday, October 8, 2011 - 01:14 am:

    Ditto from me hon,so happy for you!


By playpus on Saturday, October 8, 2011 - 02:10 am:

    TBone! I have been thinking about you, and it makes
    me happy to see your name on my screen again. It
    sounds like things are...going your way, which is
    awesome.

    I bought a bed. It's my first-ever new bed and I'm a
    little intimidated about going to sleep.


By Antigone on Saturday, October 8, 2011 - 01:35 pm:

    TBone, contact my friend I referred you to at Amazon. He'll
    cure you of your shyness. He is one of the least shy people I
    know. :)

    One thing that has been hard for me to learn over the years
    is that shyness and self doubt are totally useless. I mean it.
    They're completely and utterly useless. If you wrote an
    android app that was not only noticed, but appreciated by
    total strangers (and the brilliant folks at Amazon) and written
    up in a book then you are by definition a badass.

    Accept that. Internalize that. If this hasn't happened in a
    year I will personally come to Seattle and kick your ass.

    Also, realize that you are now one of those brilliant guys at
    Amazon. Yes, YOU.


By agatha on Saturday, October 8, 2011 - 05:06 pm:

    App name pleez.


By TBone on Saturday, October 8, 2011 - 07:29 pm:

    Thanks, Antigone. I'm not really that bad most of
    the time. It's always there, but I've certainly
    found that pretending to be confident is a bridge
    to actually feeling confident. The rest comes from
    just knowing what I'm doing, and I've already made
    some contributions that have been noticed and
    appreciated. There's so much to learn, but I was
    surprised to find that there's a ton of room to
    make improvements and make my mark as well.

    The interviews were brutal, as were the first few
    weeks, but I'm getting the place figure out to
    some degree.

    My app is WootWatcher.
    https://market.android.com/details?
    id=com.drclabs.android.wootchecker&hl=en
    It's specifically for Woot.com addicts.


By TBone on Saturday, October 8, 2011 - 07:33 pm:

    And thank you everyone else, too.

    Platypus, getting a new bed is a big deal. I think
    it's time for me to get a new bed. The hand-made,
    second-hand futon frame in my place is so old and
    has been moved so many times that it barely stands.
    I've never bought a new bed, either.


By Antigone on Saturday, October 8, 2011 - 09:29 pm:

    Get a sleep number bed. Expensive? Yep. But even though you're
    a young'un your back will thank you in a few years.


By Dr Pepper on Sunday, October 9, 2011 - 05:18 pm:

    Yeah, this reminded me to have my bed to be replaced pretty soon. I think memory cell would suite me well. No more spring or air clyinder matress..........


By Dougie on Monday, October 10, 2011 - 04:25 pm:

    Very cool Tbone!


By Karla on Monday, October 10, 2011 - 05:55 pm:

    I love it when good things happen to good people. I'm happy for you T Bone.


By ... on Tuesday, April 10, 2012 - 02:48 am:

    ex-gf just got married. why did a white guy like me ever date a Muslim girl? it was like having an affair with a married woman -- which i did once and swore I'd never do again -- and now she really is married. was I her Rumspringa? who fucking knows? who knowing fucks? who knucking fows?




    Congrats!! You look absolutely amazing!
    I love love love your dress!
    I wish you all the best :)  
    Mabrook :) Congratulations, You looked
    beautiful! You looked stunning! Wishing you
    all the best! Congratulations, girl!! You
    looked absolutely elegant and beautiful!!
    Have a safe trip to your new home and I'll
    see you next month! :) xoxo I'm glad you
    found somebody to share your life with! all
    the best. Congrats! Alf alf mabrock ya helwa.
    Wish u a lifetime of beautiful and joyful
    memories. U deserve the best muahzzz you were
    very beautiful and so was the groom
    congratulations I hope you guys have a great
    life together ... Gorgeous hallah!!!!!! :)
    Mashallah beautiful inside and out
    congrats!  Mashallah the most beautiful
    bride ever!! beautiful flowers for a
    beautiful bride mabrouk!!!!



By Antigone on Tuesday, April 10, 2012 - 05:04 pm:

    Yep. Sucks when an ex you were into gets married.

    Funny I mentioned a sleep number bed above. Had to give it
    away. Not only was it (ironically) causing me back/shoulder
    pain, it was too emotionally painful to keep. It was one of the
    first pieces of furniture Marci and I bought after we were
    married.


By droopy on Tuesday, April 10, 2012 - 07:43 pm:

    The Word says God don't give us credit for lovin
    the folks we want to love anyway. No, He gives us
    credit for loving the unlovable.”
    ― Denver Moore, Same Kind of Different as Me.

    i don't know if that quote is particularly
    appropriate here, but i'm putting it up anyway. i
    just recently found out denver moore died.
    antigone might have heard of him; he died in
    dallas and lived homeless in fort worth for years.

    someone, just someone, used to say that quote to
    me all the time. suggesting that loving me [or
    actually just tolerating my existence] meant
    points with god.

    love.


By ... on Wednesday, April 11, 2012 - 02:11 am:

    I was ready to love that girl, but it was a foregone conclusion that the culture would get in the way. It's the first time I was ever the "white guy" in a relationship. Walking around town we could not be seen together by certain people or in certain places. It was okay at first when I guess I imagined my charms and graces (heh) would vanquish the power of her religion. But it got old and ugly, as will we both some day.

    She'll always be special in my life because she's the only girl I ever dated who was actually nice to me. But sometimes she made me feel real bad.

    I swear to God that before I die I will find a girl with whom I can go places and do things and have conversations and sexual encounters without it being a complicated arrangement.

    Probably not...

    Maybe Kate Hepburn had it right: women and men shouldn't live together, they should just stop by and see each other once in a while.

    She said she loved me (the girl not Kate). She said it a lot. It didn't matter. I wanted to do the same but either I'm getting too old for that shit or the obvious fail loomed hard. She was 25 & 26, I was 40 & 41 for the ~18 months we were together as luvahs, but we'll be friends for longer than that, even if I am miffed that I didn't get so much as a way to send a wedding gift or even a post card. Maybe Muslims don't do that? I don't fucking know. Her hubby might know about me, and Muslim men can be assholes about the virginity thing.

    I didn't know of Denver Moore until now but speaking of Texans (and not necessarily appropriate here either except in a stream-of-consciousness way) I gave up on Jandek when it took me about 8 minutes to realize he was no Harry Partch, who was no Texan and probably never heard of Texas, but I thought of him when the word "hobo" appeared in a Denver Moore obit.

    Arthur Stace's "Eternity" comes to mind.

    I thought about getting a Sleep Number or one of the other adjustables. It just never seemed right sleeping in a way other than that at which human beings have slept for millenia: more or less flat on some non-rock-hard variably malleable surface. I tried the poor-man's bedwedge and the phone-books-under-the head-of-the-bed thing. I always woke up feeling like I'd been hanged.


By droopy on Wednesday, April 11, 2012 - 03:22 am:

    bought one jandek album, but not a second. i'm more into
    ornette coleman.

    am listening to a horny mockingbird. it's mating season and
    lonely, deranged males spend all night long doing the calls of
    every bird in the area at random.


By J on Saturday, April 14, 2012 - 01:05 am:

    ...I'm so sorry to hear this,she did love you,but that family honor shit ruins everything with them Muslims.Had she followed her heart and stayed with you,her family would have killed her I'm sure.


By JusMiceElf on Sunday, April 15, 2012 - 09:35 am:

    It's been years since I've been on here regularly. I've been
    lurking around
    lately, and figured this was an appropriate thread to show my
    face.

    Career-wise, I've taken a couple of turns, and have ended up
    teaching.
    Right now, I'm working with infants and toddlers, at a child care
    center in
    Cambridge. I never thought I'd be working with kids this young,
    but I've
    been loving this group, and have fantastic co-teachers.

    I have two wonderful girls of my own now. The older one is
    turning seven
    next month. She's a voracious reader, kind of like I was. A
    couple of
    weekends ago, she plowed through the third Harry Potter book.
    I've also
    gotten her hooked on Legos, which has been great fun. Her
    younger
    sister is four and a half. She's more active and more outgoing.
    She's a
    hoot, loves to tell a good joke, do gymnastics, and run around.
    She's also
    a little cuddle but.

    They live with me half the week, and their mom the other half.
    We split up
    last year, and it's been a lot of negotiating and working things
    out ever
    since. It's for the best; we were pretty mismatched as a couple,
    and
    struggled to make things work for years. I'm much happier now,
    and feel
    more like myself than I have in a long time. I think she does too.
    I'm still
    searching for some equilibrium with the girls when they're here,
    but I
    think we're getting there. The transition days are hard,
    especially the first
    school day when they're back here.

    I'm also dating now, which started out a little stressful, but lately
    has been
    great. I've been seeing someone lately who is younger and
    willing to
    accept me for who I am. That part's been great, and fairly novel,
    as has
    been the simple, uncomplicated sex. It makes me realize what
    I'd been
    missing all those years during my marriage.

    It's great to be back here, and to see some familiar names still
    about.


By sarah on Sunday, April 15, 2012 - 11:51 am:

    great to read this update! how do your girls like your new
    partner?





    (not a fan of simple, uncomplicated sex but to each their own ;)


By JusMiceElf on Sunday, April 15, 2012 - 12:09 pm:

    They haven't met her yet. It's still pretty new. We've been dating
    for about a month and a half. I'm getting the sense she's going
    to be around for a while, but I want to be on more solid footing
    with the girls before I bring her into the picture.

    As for the sex, well, it's nice to be with someone who doesn't
    pick a fight when she senses that I'm in the mood. Power
    dynamics and trauma issues meant that marital sex was
    infrequent and loaded. We certainly were never able to have a
    conversation like: "Whattya feel like doing?" "You."


By moonit on Wednesday, July 17, 2013 - 02:02 am:

    2013 update:

    I'm 12 weeks pregnant. Not as in shock anymore as I was. We have a third scan on Monday to see the ratio for Down Syndrome etc. Andrew is worried. I am not.

    He has refused to tell his family until he knows the risk factor - which means I'm not supposed to tell anyone either and can't say anything on facebook yet... but I had to come and tell you guys.

    I am still planning on Hawaii 2015 - but I'll probably have around an 18 month old with me.... who is in?


By moonit on Wednesday, July 17, 2013 - 02:07 am:

    oh and I know Ethel (in womb name, no idea of sex yet) is fine because these past 9 or so months have been an utter utter bastard. I got headhunted and then made redunant 97 days in to my new job. (fucker). I got a temp contract and am still here, and have been verbally offered a perm role with more social media and advertising aspects (which is great) but am currently waiting on the contract - which means yay maternity leave (up to 6 months) and govt payments (14 weeks). phew.


By Antigone on Wednesday, July 17, 2013 - 02:13 am:

    WooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOoOOOOOOO!

    Join the baby train!


By moonit on Wednesday, July 17, 2013 - 08:36 pm:

    hahahah. This is the most insane thing I have ever done.


By Antigone on Wednesday, July 17, 2013 - 10:59 pm:

    Yeah, but it's going to be fucking awesome.


By Spider on Thursday, July 18, 2013 - 11:22 am:

    Congratulations, moonit!


By semillama on Thursday, July 18, 2013 - 04:17 pm:

    I knew there was a reason I needed to check into Sorabji today. Congrats, Moonit!

    Our son also had an in utero name - Bruce, after the many awesome Bruces out there, but particularly the lead singer of Iron Maiden (since that was his first show (still in utero, obviously).


By Moonit on Thursday, July 18, 2013 - 04:32 pm:

    Thanks :) Andrew laughs everytime I say Ethel, when I first started calling her/him that he had just finished reading a book about the devil's daughter and her name was Ethel Worldslayer. Every now and then he'll refer to her as the worldslayer. I think he is slowly coming around - if she really is a girl he has picked out a name that I was surprisingly happy with.


By ... on Saturday, July 20, 2013 - 04:28 am:

    the girl and i have made it 8 months (I say 10
    months, but it depends whose interpretation of the
    first kiss you accept).

    it has not been smooth sailing by any estimate but
    she is better than I deserve and we (almost)
    always find a way to make hilarity and amusement
    of our time together (6am episodes of fist-
    throwing, kicking-at-the-air, me self-defensively
    covering my nakidity notwithstanding).

    i have never assumed that i am interesting to
    women or worth their effort. the girl of now has
    learnd me some interesting thing(s) about myself
    (and likewise). i have at least come to learn that
    self-deprecation has a needlessly draining effect
    on those around me more than on myself (the
    intended target of said self-loathing) and that i
    might have something to be seen.

    something to be seen.

    a correspondant of (formerly) no tangible face or
    physical denomination (e-mail and postal mail
    only) suggested that i see the world. he suggested
    thus but after correspondences of yore he
    inconsequentially added that i should "be seen".
    (i just fell down a staircase remembering this)

    that individual has no idea how those [4] words ("
    [you should] be seen") opened my solpsistic,
    misanthropic world(s). almost entirely on his
    account i let this amazing girl into every closet
    and bathtub and morning-spastically-remembered
    dream of my life.

    she remembers every single word i say, down to me
    waking up fearfully grasping her boobs and yelling
    "I JUST DREAMED HILLARY CLINTON AND MY MOTHER WERE
    FLOATING OVER MY GRADE SCHOOL ON TWELVE THOUSAND
    MATTRESSES AND THEY WOULD NOT LET ME LISTEN TO
    ROCK AND ROLL!!!"

    the girl and i get racist gibes outside our circle
    of comfort.

    the people we see regularly may be too nave or
    intoxicated to care. most of our friends are not
    Caucasian white but comfortable enough in their
    portion of the United States of America that they
    may be what MLK described as the "Apathetic White
    who so took his rights for granted that he
    neglected to use them."

    Wandering amorously around the basements of
    Chinatown we find that asians talk of "brown
    people" and "white guys" as normally as Howard
    Cosell talked of "Little Monkeys".

    Not that i matter. It does not faze me.

    The girl concurs.

    Our friend blindswine has said to me and to you
    and to me again and again: racism is everywhere.
    We agree.

    After it ended with the Muslim girl I randomly
    wandered the Little Egypt neighborhood of Steinway
    Street in Astoria. I was looking for a Radio
    Shack.

    Instead I looked at the bare feets of the women,
    the bare feets of the men, the darker skinned bare
    feets of this small suspicious state of Astoria. I
    looked at my Caucasian bare feets and imagined the
    world's bare feets clasping and clawing earth's
    generic sidewalks. I rememebered the Roumanian
    girl knowingly accusing me of being white on
    account of my discomfort in showing my feet to
    strangers and lover (such as herself).

    "It is because you are white! White people don't
    like to show their feet. You are white!" I watched
    her in the shower, shaving her cunt.

    Race is one powerful motherfucker. No one on
    Steinway Street that day saw me take off my
    sandals and hold them over my head, tipping my
    pedestrian hat to Race: i never doubted You, Race,
    but i appreciate that You are one powerful
    motherfucker.

    (standing somewhere with a pair of sandals over my
    head, in salute)

    i need a noseblow

    checking in on the Cliff's Notes sthetic.


By blindswine on Saturday, July 20, 2013 - 07:02 am:

    i rent a room to a guitar-slinging blue-eyed soul singer who may
    have the whitest legs and feet i've ever seen in my life. scary
    white-- only freshly-turned zombies should have extremities
    that blanched. his girlfriend says he makes up for it with the
    rhythm and blues crooning. i just laugh and laugh and laugh--
    cuz nobody mistakes michael mcdonald for a black man.

    even with media-zombies piping in scary white news through the
    cable box we just connected to the curbside tv he found down
    the street--i gotta ask if he could use some vitamin-d
    supplements. or at least throw those sticks out the window to
    get some sun. portland gets about three months of solid sun a
    year-- but this kid comes from florida. no excuse for the scary-
    whites.

    for the love of god, let the light come in.

    only been in this spot for three years, but have already seen the
    neighborhood change. gentrification is in full effect-- the little
    black kids who used to play football in the street have been
    replaced by yuppies on bikes with kiddie-trailers in tow. (i'm still
    amazed by that shit-- do you wanna keep that kid or not?)
    besides this old rocker studio house i've taken over, the only
    traces of anything that might be extra-legal are the bloods
    around the corner and what i suspect to be a meth-lab down the
    street. the bloods seem pretty harmless-- they just bbq and
    bullshit all day long. the meth house? who knows. i think their
    customers are responsible for keeping the little yellow glass-
    recycling bin clear of beer bottles, so kudos to them. the irony is
    that not much extra-legal happens in this house, but i bet a
    bunch of those new soccer-moms in the neighborhood are
    growing commercial-grade weed in their basements. by any
    means necessary, right? times are tough.

    overall, portland is weird. but not weird like they say it is-- more
    weird like america is. i miss new york. still, NYC is the only place
    i've ever really felt at home. never felt like i needed a shotgun
    there, but here? a loaded mossberg 590 might come in handy.
    shit. i'm getting old and those soccer-moms might be
    dangerous.

    maybe i'll walk over and see if the bloods wanna set up a
    neighborhood watch program.








By blindswine on Saturday, July 20, 2013 - 07:30 am:


By Dr Pepper on Saturday, July 20, 2013 - 11:52 am:

    Hi Mark, I am stunned!


By sarah on Saturday, July 20, 2013 - 12:53 pm:


    mooooooooonit is have a baaaaaaaaaaaby!

    congrats, girl. are you feeling sick at all?

    man. pregnancy is such a mind-fuck. try to enjoy
    it. i didn't, but you should.


    but mainly having a baby is awesome. and hard.
    and you are going to be a great mom.


    and of course duh i will be in hawaii 2015. no
    brainer. but be warned. flying a long distrance
    with an 18 month is a living hell. we did it with
    a newly walking one year old and a 2.5 year old,
    and it was not fun. but it's finite. and then
    you're in hawaii and you forget how awful that
    flight was.

    kind of like giving birth. labor and delivery are
    hell, but you immediately forget when they put her
    in your arms for the first time.

    but i predict you're having a boy.




By Moonit on Sunday, July 21, 2013 - 05:54 am:

    I feel fine, I've had a couple of morning where I thought I might
    lose my stomach but managed not too, mostly I'm just tired.


By platypus on Sunday, July 21, 2013 - 02:15 pm:

    Truth: I don't even know what's going on in my life anymore.

    I feel like a baby jellyfish.


By droopy on Sunday, July 21, 2013 - 03:45 pm:


By Nate on Sunday, July 21, 2013 - 04:11 pm:

    My son is scheduled to emerge late November.

    I've been doing my best to keep up with the sympathy weight. It has
    been easy, mopping up after each new food kick -
    the chicken finger kick, the cheese burger kick, the current pie kick.
    My stock black tee has given way to tentesque short
    sleeve button ups. Aside from the elevated stress response that
    comes with the weight, I'm genuinely, uniformly happy.

    We will be married Thursday afternoon. She wants to take my name,
    and she wants her new name on the birth certificate.
    I want the increased access marriage brings in case of medical
    issues. These are why we will drive to the county seat
    Thursday afternoon for a minimally witnessed ceremony performed
    by some deputized stranger.

    She is the most amazing woman. My family fell in love with her
    immediately. My friends all adore her. Her family are
    great people. Her friends are quickly becoming mine. I have never
    experienced such an easy meshing.

    She thinks I am hilarious. What more do I need?

    I have been writing software for myself. I am not sure it will pan out.
    It is most of what I have done in the past six
    months, though not the most important thing.

    The most important thing is the boy I started. The tiny skeleton; the
    miniature cock and balls; the real, live human brain
    that is developing at an amazing rate with the abdomen of my wife-
    to-be. This is something wonderful.


By Ms. Pepper on Sunday, July 21, 2013 - 05:13 pm:

    Hey, I heard that there's a earthquake again in New Zealand, hoped moonit is alright.


By moonit on Sunday, July 21, 2013 - 05:28 pm:

    Awww Nate, Congrats ;)


    Yup all good Pepper - it was a fair way north of christchurch, I felt it, but no damage here, however Wellington is shut down for the day while they inspect buildings etc, and Andrew's fam who live in Blenhiem, which is close to the epi centre are slightly freaked out.


By Antigone on Sunday, July 21, 2013 - 05:39 pm:

    Holy fuck, I had no idea there would soon be a Nate-daddy.

    More sorabji brood awesomeness.


By JusMiceElf on Monday, July 22, 2013 - 12:20 am:

    Congrats to the both of you, Nate and Moonit!


By Ms. Pepper on Monday, July 22, 2013 - 04:32 am:

    moonit, I am glad that you guys are alright.


By Spider on Monday, July 22, 2013 - 10:38 am:

    Wow, these things are contagious. Congrats, Nate, on the baby and wedding!


By semillama on Thursday, July 25, 2013 - 10:48 am:

    Congrats, Nate. I feel ya on the sympathetic baby weight. Heaviest I've ever been was that time - but exercise and paying attention to calories solved that.


By sarah on Friday, July 26, 2013 - 10:59 am:


    how did the marriage go yesterday?

    i bet today it feels more than just increased
    access marriage brings in case of medical issues.

    marriage and babies kick ass. both a lot of work.



    as always, best wishes, nate.




By The Watcher on Tuesday, July 30, 2013 - 03:32 am:

    Congratulations Moonit and Nate


By The Watcher on Tuesday, July 30, 2013 - 03:39 am:


By heather on Wednesday, July 31, 2013 - 05:43 am:

    Fuck you.

    Guess what California is getting?

    Lower insurance rates for better coverage.

    Oh the humanity.


By ... on Saturday, August 3, 2013 - 04:46 am:

    I got an Obamacare rebate check yesterday.

    $119!

    Oh, the overworked doctors.
    I promise never to get sick again.

    .........


    I fear love. I am heading oblong into love. I miss my lonesome times. But this girl might be awesome.


By Moonit on Saturday, August 3, 2013 - 08:34 am:

    Watcher, if you want to permantly move to nz, who has free
    hospital care, then I think my government has the right to
    ensure you won't be a drain on it.

    I pay $37 per doctors visit, (unless its pregnancy related) some
    medicines are subsidized. All my maternity care is free, apart
    from scans which are $50. (Unless they are urgent, ie bleeding
    etc) I see my midwife once a month going to fortnightly later in
    the pregnancy. All free. And I get to choose my midwife and
    find someone who matches my beliefs. If Earl (the fibroid that
    is growing on my left ovary) doesn't die off during the
    pregnancy, then my dr will refer me to the public health system
    to have it removed. For free. We have the option of private
    health insurance, but the public system is quite good. There
    are some surgeries that have waiting lists, but patients are
    prioritized. So yeah, I get why nz immigration are concerned -
    because they want to put their own citizens first.


By droopy on Saturday, August 3, 2013 - 08:50 pm:

    the watcher's probably afraid he'll get deported
    for depressing the nation.

    i'm in agony. at noon today i picked a nutrition
    bar of some kind at walgreens for a quick lunch. i
    forgot to check the ingredients for cashews. my
    entire digestive tract becomes inflamed, like
    having cement poured down your throat. if i reach
    far back enough with my tongue, my throat feels
    knobbly. all i can do is wait it out doubled up in
    my chair or in a fetal position in bed.

    speaking of fetal positions: love to moonit.


By Spider on Saturday, August 3, 2013 - 11:57 pm:

    Do you have any Benadryl or Pepcid on hand? Or preferably both? Is your breathing okay?


By Ms. Pepper on Sunday, August 4, 2013 - 02:04 am:

    Sorry to hear about that. The medicine I am taking is making me tired. I am taking Naproxen for my foot. Because my right foot has a large heel spur. It hurts when walking.


By droopy on Sunday, August 4, 2013 - 02:34 am:

    it's been 12 hours since i ate the nut bar, and
    the worst is over. i had pepcid (or the walgreens
    equivalent), but it didn't occur to me to take
    one. i have now, because i do that every night
    before bed. i just now found a box of walgreens
    antihistamines in a drawer. didn't know i had
    them, don't know how they got there. i have an
    intolerance, not an allergy--i don't have the
    enzymes to digest cashews. i was just reading on a
    website that this is specifically a histamine-
    related intolerance. so i probably had my
    deliverance with me all this time.

    but it's over. my stomach is still tender, so i
    just drank a little milk. i wish i had some ice
    cream.


By The Watcher on Monday, August 5, 2013 - 06:33 am:

    Droopy I love your namesake. I can't get enough of those cartoons.


By Spider on Monday, August 5, 2013 - 09:27 am:

    I have an intolerance to eggs, and from what I've read, intolerances can develop into allergies with no warning.

    For that matter, anyone can go from not-allergic to allergic with no warning, too.


By Ms. Pepper on Monday, August 5, 2013 - 10:53 am:

    Usually, I am allergic to some cats.


By droopy on Tuesday, August 6, 2013 - 02:03 am:

    watcher: ah yes, the great tex avery. it was
    "dixieland droopy" that got me hooked.

    i didn't develop the cashew intolerance until around
    the time i turned 40. it was, coincidentally, the
    time i was in the habit of taking a shot of vodka
    every half hour throughout the day. don't know if
    there's a correlation, my maybe.


By The Watcher on Wednesday, August 7, 2013 - 04:39 am:

    New Zealand deports legal resident aliens for being to fat. And the US gets shit when we try to deport ILLEGAL aliens. You know the ones who did not legally cross the border. The ones that we pay for their kids to go to school and give free health care to.

    We have the most liberal laws in the world regarding illegal aliens but all the "civilized" countries want to know how we can be so cruel to these people.

    Sorry about that. I just needed to rant for a moment.


By Ms. Pepper on Wednesday, August 7, 2013 - 12:38 pm:

    They are making us like an ass.


By la on Wednesday, August 7, 2013 - 09:54 pm:

    Congrats on babies and marriages and so on.

    I lived in California for four months, with
    boyfriend. Things got weird, both with him and
    the job I had. Just escaped to Seattle, heading
    back down to Portland on Monday to housesit for a
    little over a month. After that, I have no idea.
    Most of my things are in San Jose. I can get a
    job there or in Seattle or move to Maryland but
    mostly just miss being with Charles, but I can't
    be with him. I don't know. It's so hard to sort
    everything out and I miss havig my own space to
    make things and instead I'm wandering around and
    dont know what to do......


By droopy on Thursday, August 8, 2013 - 12:50 am:

    my father, a new england republican, sent me this
    joke/story whatever it is. we have never had a
    conversation and we generally don't like each
    other, but lately he feels that - now that he's
    near death - he can keep in touch by forwarding
    republican spam. the funny co-incidence here is
    that my sister lives in new braunfels, texas.
    this one's for the watcher.

    SPEAKING GERMAN IN TEXAS

    In Texas there is a town called New Braunfels,
    where there is a large
    German-speaking population.

    One day, a local rancher driving down a country
    road noticed a man using
    his hand to drink water from the rancher's stock
    pond.

    The rancher rolled down the window and shouted:
    "Sehr angenehm! Trink das
    Wasser nicht. Die kuehe haben darein geschissen."

    This means: Glad to meet you! Don't drink the
    water. The cows have shit
    in it."

    The man shouted back: "I'm from New York and just
    down here campaigning
    for Obama's health care plan. I can't understand
    you. Please speak in
    English."

    The rancher replied: "Use both hands."


By The Watcher on Thursday, August 8, 2013 - 05:50 am:

    I like the story!!!

    Thanks Droopy. I needed the laugh.


By platypus on Thursday, August 8, 2013 - 10:45 pm:

    Nate! Tardy to the party, but yay marriage and babydaddyhood. I'm
    so glad you found an awesome lady.


By wisper on Wednesday, August 14, 2013 - 11:08 pm:

    You say you're not going to fall for an american
    again, but then you find yourself on the edge of
    the Grand Canyon at sunset, making out with a guy
    who has a giant Misfits tattoo. Later you carve
    SLAYER into the back of a park bench and giggle.
    You are adults.

    You're in the desert, the fucking desert, YOU,
    from the tundra nation who gets miserable at
    temperatures above 77f, has flown to the desert in
    summer (SUMMER!) where it's 112 at night. You
    don't even know how this kind of heat works.
    You've never before felt your sweat evaporate and
    work as it's supposed to.
    You do not understand cacti.
    You can't stop poking them.

    You're also not used to someone wanting to be your
    boyfriend. Openly. Gladly. Excitedly. This has not
    happened in actual years. This didn't even happen
    during your last real serious ~relationship~, you
    realize but try not to think about because that
    realization took this long and is awful both
    because it's true and because you didn't even
    notice that at the time you idiot girl.
    You are in Phoenix and you are being introduced as
    someone's girlfriend. Life, wtf?

    Who flies to the desert in the summer on 4 days
    planning?? You know it seems like for sure you're
    living way more than any of your friends. You also
    know this probably just means you're making way
    more dumb mistakes.


By Spider on Thursday, August 15, 2013 - 12:09 am:

    Aw, wisper.


    Embrace the desert. :) Life feels bigger out there.


By The Watcher on Thursday, August 15, 2013 - 03:58 am:

    Enjoy the scenery!

    The colors can be breathtaking.


By platypus on Thursday, August 15, 2013 - 08:23 am:

    wisper! Excite. If you have to be somewhere insufferably hot, at
    least it's a beautiful place.


By moonit on Tuesday, August 27, 2013 - 10:13 pm:

    Watcher. You are not informed about NZ. He is not a legal resident. He does not have residency. He has a work permit. There is a difference. Stop commenting on things you don't understand. It just makes you look like an ass.


By sarah on Friday, August 30, 2013 - 10:53 pm:


    sure it could mean the possibility of making dumb mistakes, or equally possible, achieving unbelievable happiness. it takes courage with a dash of fuck-it-all to fly to the middle of the dessert in August for a boyfriend.

    you are living more. i'm stating the obvious.

    i want to hear more.



By CHUPACABRA on Saturday, August 31, 2013 - 02:46 am:

    CHUPACABRA!


By Ms. Pepper on Saturday, August 31, 2013 - 12:50 pm:

    Hi CHUPACABRA!


By CHUPACABRA on Saturday, August 31, 2013 - 01:53 pm:

    CHUPACABRA!


By CHUPAVERGA on Saturday, August 31, 2013 - 02:05 pm:

    CHUPAVERGA!


By Ms. Pepper on Saturday, August 31, 2013 - 04:46 pm:

    Antigone.......droopy......


By CHUPACABRA on Saturday, August 31, 2013 - 10:09 pm:

    CHUPACABRA!


By Ms.Pepper on Saturday, August 31, 2013 - 11:41 pm:

    CHUPACABRA!!!!!!!!!!!!


By Antigone on Sunday, September 1, 2013 - 03:17 am:

    That's the spigot!


By The Watcher on Sunday, September 1, 2013 - 03:56 am:

    Moonit, don't get your knickers in a twist. I was just spouting. Over here we've seen a lot of liberal press etc. about how cruel we can be deporting illegal aliens that that story got to me. There isn't another country in the world that has immigration laws as liberal as ours.

    Mexico which does the most bitching about it has much harsher laws dealing with those who come into their country illegally than we do. And, for aliens that are their legally they are banned from owning property within twenty five (?) miles of the coast or fifty miles of the boarder.


By Ms.Pepper on Sunday, September 1, 2013 - 06:59 am:

    My Canadian Grandmother loves me.

    Antigone, I know you wrote "CHUPACABRA".

    The Watcher, I know the reality of Mexico, but I do know for one thing": There is oppression going on down there.

    I am getting tired for not sleeping.


By Antigone on Sunday, September 1, 2013 - 10:01 pm:

    Pep, a great eye, lidless, wreathed in flame...sees all.

    You know of what I speak.


By Ms. Pepper on Monday, September 2, 2013 - 12:28 am:

    Naw, that's not me. :-)


By Gladys on Wednesday, September 4, 2013 - 07:23 pm:

    Maybe it's me


By agathafrye on Thursday, September 5, 2013 - 02:20 am:

    Well goodness, look at you all over here! Mazel tov to everyone for babies and weddings and plunging into love. My update: just got back from the bay area, we took Cleo back to school for her second year at Mills College. I spent a week in Oakland and San Francisco and a little bit of Berkeley. The BART is pretty much the coolest thing ever. I ate a lot of delicious cheap food and drank a bunch of fancy coffee and went to some libraries and museums and the like. Heather bought me breakfast and showed me a cool reuse store full of random stuff (y'all jellis, I know!). We talked about most of you. Now I'm home again and back at work and in the phase where I'm a little sad and missing having Cleo around. Still working at the library. August makes seven years at the craziest, most exhausting and rewarding job I've ever had. I've been doing some letterpress printing and making some zines in my free time. I've also been volunteering for a couple of years at our local all ages music and art venue, Northern. Dave is still mostly a hermit and is working as a contractor in locker and metal shelving fabrication. He doesn't love it, but it's a job. We have a pit bull basset hound mix named Betty. Also, some goldfish. Life is pretty good. Love to you all!


By beta on Thursday, September 5, 2013 - 02:23 am:

    I'll be the first to exclaim "COLLEGE????!!?!?!?!"

    Jesus.


By agathafrye on Thursday, September 5, 2013 - 02:23 am:

    PS, now we have a Ms Pepper? LAWD!


By Ms. Pepper on Thursday, September 5, 2013 - 03:07 am:

    agathafrye, Ms.Pepper is officially a unicorn <3.


By Spider on Thursday, September 5, 2013 - 10:46 am:

    Wow, ditto on the "COLLEGE????!!?!?!?!" Holy shit, Cleo is an adult?!

    ?!?!?!


By Ms. Pepper on Thursday, September 5, 2013 - 02:11 pm:

    I am in college too,as a part time student, because, I have a full time job so.. I am taking Business information system and Information Technology.
    I find my teacher's lecture very interesting and some tools of trade using the MS 2013.


By droopy on Thursday, September 5, 2013 - 08:38 pm:

    just yesterday i was talking to woman i knew from
    years ago who has a son who just entered college.
    now cleo. i hate it when i'm reminded that time
    marches on. but it's nice to see agatha back on the
    boards.


By platypus on Friday, September 6, 2013 - 12:47 am:

    Man, Agatha, I would have come down for Bay adventures! When
    you go to pick Cleo up, we need to arrange a food date for sure.


By The Watcher on Friday, September 6, 2013 - 03:51 am:

    Agatha...long time no see.

    Ms. Pepper Do they still teach COBOL where you're going? I've got about 26 years of experience if you need it.


By Ms. Pepper on Friday, September 6, 2013 - 08:17 pm:

    I dunno if they teach COBOL. I am going to find out about that.


By Danielssss on Sunday, September 8, 2013 - 07:09 pm:

    hey all you pregnant ones, and those that exclaim at college age: Carol and I are awaiting our first two GREAT GRAND CHILDREN. Talk about getting old.


By Ms. Pepper on Sunday, September 8, 2013 - 07:30 pm:

    Where's heather?


By The Watcher on Monday, September 9, 2013 - 05:13 am:

    We are all getting older.

    It really makes one feel their age. First when friends tell you they are about to become Grandparents. Then it really hits you when they say Great Grandparents!

    Congratulations Danielssss.

    Thanks for making me even more depressed;-)


By The Watcher on Wednesday, September 25, 2013 - 03:23 am:

    I went to the Mid-Atlantic Nostalgia Convention on Friday.

    They had a lot of exhibitors with bootleg copies of a host of old TV and Radio programs. Pictures of stars and old movie posters. There were even quite a few toys from the old TV cartons.

    I got to see Robert Loggia and Julie Newmar.

    I did not buy their autographs. But I did buy the T.H.E. Cat DVD collection. I do wish the network would release it. The bootleg copies are watchable. But, authorized releases are much better.


By Ms.Pepper on Wednesday, September 25, 2013 - 07:45 am:

    Julie Newmar? " To Wong Fu, Thanks for everything, Julie Newmar." I loved that movie!


By droopy on Thursday, September 26, 2013 - 01:46 am:

    find your inner julie Newmar!


By Ms. Pepper on Thursday, September 26, 2013 - 03:12 am:

    I am trying!


By The Watcher on Friday, September 27, 2013 - 06:32 am:

    She was quite hot as Cat Woman.

    Today, not so much. She is 80 years old after all.


By Ms. Pepper on Friday, September 27, 2013 - 12:39 pm:

    juliecatwoman"at"gmail"dot"com is the thing you might want to email to her.

    She has a pretty figurine on her.


By droopy on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 01:42 am:

    the last couple of days i've had an idea for a novel
    in my head. the working title is "find your inner
    julie newmar." it's about three guys - the last
    posters on a moribund website - who finally bond
    with each other as cross-dressers.


By Antigone on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 02:07 am:

    Three.


By Ms. Pepper on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 02:21 am:

    Anyone heard anything from Heather? Haven't heard from her since she last posted sorabji from Hong Kong.


By droopy on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 03:10 am:

    i wouldn't mind a word or two from my homegirl
    spider, just to know how she's doing.


By Spider on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 04:28 pm:

    I'm right here, yo. :)

    Since I've upped my medication, I'm a lot more productive at work and don't surf the web much anymore.

    Do people still say "surf the web"?

    Anyway. I don't take my medication on the weekend and today I have done absolutely nothing but surf the web and eat. My brain is not working properly and I feel gross. Still in my pajamas.

    Last night I went to the university production of Samuel Beckett's "Endgame" with some coworkers. It was alternately boring as fuck, profound, and terrifying.

    Nothing like spending two hours trapped in a crowd forced to confront isolation, the meaninglessness of life and death, and the futility of hope as a communal experience.


By droopy on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 09:38 pm:

    i've been trying to avoid meaninglessness of life
    lit, lllllately.

    the son of a friend of my mother had a book
    published recently. "necessary errors" by caleb
    crain. she road tripped down to austin to hear him
    do a reading. it's a fictionalized account of his
    time in prague after he had come out as gay (so
    i'm told). he is my age.

    while i have done nothing. i don't need beckett to
    feel depressed.






By droopy on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 09:40 pm:

    good to hear from you, spider.


By Spider on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 11:16 pm:

    To be honest, I came home from the play and immediately took two Benadryl so I would be asleep before I had an anxiety attack.

    Watching someone enact (even in highly stylized form, produced by college kids) growing old alone and isolated, watching as your world shrinks around you and becomes nonsensical, knowing you will soon die alone, is like watching someone enact suffocating in a small space or being eaten alive by rats.

    What was I thinking, going to that play? Beckett should be on a controlled substance list.


By Spider on Saturday, September 28, 2013 - 11:20 pm:

    In happier news, I've been bonding with my kitten, Tobias. He purrs while you pet him, he purrs in anticipation of being pet, he purrs while he eats, he purrs in anticipation of eating, he purrs when his big cat friend grooms him, he purrs if the big cat walks near by...he's just so happy.

    I like to imagine that he thinks the big cat is his dad, and the big cat thinks of him as his son.


By la on Sunday, September 29, 2013 - 08:34 pm:

    Back in San Jose. Staying with
    exboyfriend/somethingorother/doesitmatter until I
    find a job and a place to live or we get sick of it.

    Should find Heather and say hi. She's only 40 miles
    away. I didn't see her the whole time I was living
    here before.


By Ms. Pepper on Monday, September 30, 2013 - 04:40 am:

    la, haven't heard from Heather since she was in Hong Kong over a month ago.
    Had a strange dream that I was 2nd guy standing next to a Russian mobster, he tells me that he wanted to assassin the pope. w.t.f is my dreaming tell me this.


By heather on Monday, September 30, 2013 - 10:59 pm:

    I'm right here.

    If I buy a house you should come live in it, la.


By Ms. Pepper on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 02:30 am:

    Hi Heather! I am glad you are back! So how was Hong Kong trip?


By The Watcher on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 03:18 am:

    It's good to see Spider, Heather, and La again.

    I was beginning to think I was spewing my drivel out to an empty void.

    Oh, wait. That is exactly what I am doing.

    This is all just a delusion. A hallucination. A vision created by the Matrix just so I will continue my meaningless existence to feed the machine.

    Oh, I really am nuts you know.


By The Watcher on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 03:21 am:

    I need to go target shooting again.

    I think I'll finally get my telescopic sight mounted on my .22 rifle. Then I might actually be able to use it.


By The Watcher on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 03:30 am:

    I finally got to pickup my new home defense gun today. The last day before the Peoples Republic of Maryland forces us to get a license to be able to purchase a handgun.

    Imagine all the fuzzy little bunnies feeling safe and secure because we now need a license to exercise a constitutional right.

    At least until this afternoon. Then maybe a federal judge will issue a restraining order.

    One can only hope a drop of sanity will find it's way here. Soon please!!!!


By moonit on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 05:11 am:

    Pregnancy is both amazing and fucking terrifying.

    My only experiences of children is playing with them on the Sims games.


By Antigone on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 05:12 am:

    The only thing anyone would possibly want to steal from you is
    a gun.


By Pepper on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 11:20 am:

    In Illinois, procession of a stolen gun, and or fail to register to own a gun is a felony. Class X. You have been warned.


By heather on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 03:06 pm:

    First I was wondering why that sentence makes so much sense and
    then I realized, procession.

    Hong Kong was hot and humid, interesting.

    Bali was beautiful.

    Watch out, watcher, the OTHER is coming.


By Spider on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 05:16 pm:

    Moonit, when are you due?


By Pepper on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 - 08:16 pm:

    l.m.a.o. I mean possession of a stolen firearm, dammit.


By moonit on Wednesday, October 2, 2013 - 04:20 am:

    26th of January Spider. :) (ARGH)


By Ms. Pepper on Wednesday, October 2, 2013 - 05:31 am:

    Congrat moonit! :-)


By la on Wednesday, October 2, 2013 - 05:01 pm:

    Hi heather! If you buy a house, I'd gladly give
    you rent moneys. And tap dance and teach myself
    accordion in it. I'm trying to make it to Oakland
    on Friday for an art opening at The Uptown, if
    you'd like to meet up.

    Moonit, if you rush your wee one by a mere two
    days, I'll be exactly 32 years older than the
    babe. Congratulations, BTW.

    Glad to see you too, Watcher. Don't worry, we're
    all mad here, not just you. But realizing it is
    so brings us closer to sanity.


By Antigone on Thursday, October 3, 2013 - 01:38 am:

    Sorabjifest at heather's house!


By J on Thursday, October 3, 2013 - 03:22 am:

    Congratulations Moonit!! You will be a wonderful
    mother!


By semillama on Thursday, October 3, 2013 - 12:13 pm:

    Moonit, go past your due date four days and your baby will share a birthday with my son...


By Nate on Friday, October 4, 2013 - 02:00 am:

    full-term is a five week window. who knew?


By la on Friday, October 4, 2013 - 02:45 am:

    Either way, good week with good birthdays (actually,
    Jan 24th is a strange day, look it up). Bravo.

    Job interview on Monday in Hayward! I might take up
    a trade and drive a truck. Weeeeeeeeird.

    SorabjifestCA? I'll make coleslaw and limoncello.


By The Watcher on Friday, October 4, 2013 - 03:55 am:

    I'm glad to see so many have shown up. I really was beginning to think you had all deserted us for Twitter!


By la on Friday, October 4, 2013 - 04:45 pm:

    Twitter? Ha. I haven't posted on Twitter in ages.

    Now facebook.......


By Pepper on Friday, October 4, 2013 - 08:12 pm:

    I never use twitter, I haven't used myspace for few years, but constantly using facebook.


By sarah on Saturday, October 5, 2013 - 10:57 am:

    i cannot believe you are this far along in your
    pregnancy, moonit. are you having a boy or girl?

    you will be a great mom. your child will have an
    awesome sense of humor, that's for sure.


By ... on Sunday, October 6, 2013 - 03:26 pm:


By heather on Sunday, October 6, 2013 - 05:06 pm:

    Oh god, no.


By moonit on Sunday, October 6, 2013 - 06:19 pm:

    hah thanks guys :) We still don't know if Ethel Worldslayer is a girl or a boy, due to him/her not co-operating much with the sonographer, and at the second chance look the giant fibroid growing alongside was covering his/her bum.

    My friend Tarn is a sonographer and is going to try and sneak me in after hours and see if we can get a definite, although she thinks from the one image that Ethel is a girl, and at the second scan the sonographer said 75% chance.

    We're not sure yet if I will be going the natural birth route, it depends on what happens with fibroid (who I have named Earl) and where he grows...


By la on Sunday, October 6, 2013 - 07:34 pm:

    Can you please please please name your kidlet Ethel
    Worldslayer for real?

    That would be amazing.


By la on Sunday, October 6, 2013 - 07:50 pm:

    Ethel Worldslayer was a small child with a big
    problem: his parents wanted him to live up to his
    name.

    How could he possibly be a Worldslayer with a name
    like Ethel?

    Notable characters in the Worldslayer family had
    names like "Joan" and "Genghis Khan" and "Ed".

    Not Ethel. Ethel is not a Worldslayer name.

    "But Ethel," his parents said, "Ethel is a proud
    name. A grand name."

    Ethel shook his head and went on practicing with
    his bow and arrows.


By la on Sunday, October 6, 2013 - 08:02 pm:

    Oh wait. Edited.

    -----

    Ethel Worldslayer was a small child with a big
    problem: his parents wanted him to live up to his
    name.

    How could he possibly be a Worldslayer with a name
    like Ethel?

    Notable characters in the Worldslayer family had
    names like "Joan of Arc" and "Attila the Hun" and
    "Genghis Khan" and "Earl".

    Not Ethel. Ethel is not a Worldslayer name.

    "But Ethel," his parents said, "Ethel is a proud
    name. A grand name."

    Ethel shook his head and went on practicing with
    his bow and arrows.


By Pepper on Sunday, October 6, 2013 - 09:24 pm:

    Hey Mark, How in the world did Sorabji ended up in IndianExpress newspaper? Must of being famous in a foreign country?


By Spider on Monday, October 7, 2013 - 12:11 am:

    Ethel Worldslayer is glorious.

    My buddy Pete married a woman named Ethel. She's our age, 30-something. They have a son named Elias. Old-fashioned names are genuinely popular, so no one would bat an eye at Ethel W.

    Ethel Mazzaterra.


By Antigone on Monday, October 7, 2013 - 01:12 am:


By la on Monday, October 7, 2013 - 01:21 am:

    23 August 2027

    Dear Diary.

    Omigod omigawd OH-MY-FUCKING-JESUS-H-CHRIST-
    GAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWD!

    Aubrey winked at me in Phys. Ed and then I threw a
    ball and destroyed Malaysia. How does this even
    happen?????

    Sincerely,
    Ethel Worldslayer


By moonit on Monday, October 7, 2013 - 01:40 am:

    Ethel worldslayer came about because I kept calling 'it' Ethel, because its horrible to not be able to refer to a baby as something, and Andrew had just finished a book whose main character was Ethel Worldslayer, the devil's daughter. Normally, I just say Ethel, he calls her the Worldslayer. Mum rolls her eyes.


By Pepper on Monday, October 7, 2013 - 06:26 am:


By Pepper on Monday, October 7, 2013 - 06:32 am:

    Antigone, your link" EVERYONE!!" is not working.


By Pepper on Monday, October 7, 2013 - 01:38 pm:

    I don't think it is a good idea being a part-time student while being employ by a full-time job. fawk!( pardon my Donald duck swearing.)


By la on Monday, October 7, 2013 - 11:20 pm:

    Oh no! She's lazy and works for the postal service!
    I don't give a shit.

    What does she have to do with McDonalds, anyway?
    Pepper, you're profiling.


By Pepper on Tuesday, October 8, 2013 - 02:04 am:

    la, I used to work as a newspaper carrier. I would never do such a things like the lady does. I park my car on street when it comes to a deliver paper at their door. Not on one's grass!


By la on Tuesday, October 8, 2013 - 02:59 am:

    I agree with you there. But assigning additional
    values to this person you do not know based on one
    video is preposterous.

    And yeah, maybe we don't like how this person
    operates, but there's no reason to do this shaming
    on the internet. There's no joy in it. And having
    seen this video posted by half a dozen people....
    I'm simply disappointed.


By The Watcher on Tuesday, October 8, 2013 - 06:19 am:

    I saw it before too.

    I have no idea why anyone would do what she did.

    Maybe she was pissed off with that person.


By Pepper on Tuesday, October 8, 2013 - 09:59 am:

    Homeowner's ex?


By la on Tuesday, October 8, 2013 - 03:35 pm:

    What I'm trying to say is that it shouldn't be
    something we're concerned with. She's probably
    lost her job and learned a hard hard lesson, and
    may have a difficult time getting another one.

    "Oh! You're that woman who drove the mail
    delivery truck over that person's lawn and threw a
    package onto their porch? We can't use you."
    After they stop laughing.

    Proper action on the homeowner's part would be to
    show the video to the post office and have the
    whole thing end there, with the post office
    deciding what to do about it. But to have it on
    the internet where we all can see... No. Nuh-uh.
    We don't know anything about this woman. Maybe
    five people called in sick in her area and she was
    trying to finish three routes at once. Maybe she
    had a sprained ankle and couldn't walk very well.
    Maybe she was going through something and wasn't
    thinking very well. We don't know her reasons.

    Do me a favor and read this
    article.


By Pepper on Tuesday, October 8, 2013 - 08:13 pm:

    I am sorry, but, uh huh , I am not clicking this link. Thank you.


By droopy on Tuesday, October 8, 2013 - 11:59 pm:

    youtube public shaming depresses me. it reminds me
    of things like the scarlet letter (adulterer!) or
    stonings where everyone in the village takes part
    in the punishment. let's face it, the majority of
    people get a kind of high out of feeling outrage -
    outrage i tell you! - about this mail woman who
    drove up on a lawn or whatever pissant sin can be
    captured on a phone or digital camera and posted
    for the world to see.

    anybody else read ...'s link to the article from
    indian times with the quote from wayd in 1997 or
    thereabouts? i've always thought most of the
    poetry - the spontaneous and sporadic poetry - of
    the web was lost with the advent of social media
    like twitter and facebook. the apparently
    anonymous confessions and soul-exploration into
    "the void" were replaced by self-advertisement.

    that's why i want to leave this world. i used to
    want to build a quonset hut down in the hills
    south of austin, but these days you can see that
    with google earth.

    earth is completely spoiled for me.


By Antigone on Wednesday, October 9, 2013 - 12:54 am:

    It's easy.

    Just be invisible.


By Spider on Wednesday, October 9, 2013 - 02:12 pm:

    What you do is find a featureless void (this place will do) and live underground.

    Oh! Or you could dig yourself a dug-out shelter in the side of a steep riverbank, and travel to and from your home by riding on top of a fallen log.

    Or live somewhere under a tangled forest canopy so dense the satellites can't find you.


By semillama on Wednesday, October 9, 2013 - 02:40 pm:

    The question is not how that guy in India found Sorabji. The question is what name did he post under?


By ... on Wednesday, October 9, 2013 - 06:21 pm:

    they may have posted here, but i wouldn't assume so. back in the day there were far more observers than participants of WAYD and these message boards.


By Pepper on Wednesday, October 9, 2013 - 08:15 pm:

    droopy, make a homemade camo, so that they can't find you.


By The Watcher on Thursday, October 10, 2013 - 05:10 am:

    Beam me up Scotty there's no intelligent life down here!!!


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