THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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Ice cream sandwich = nature's most perfect food. This is not a debate. I have spoken. |
sorry gee. |
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bang! bang! bang! you're all dead. see how that works? one minute you're eating ice cream and the next you're pushing up daisies. welcome to america. enjoy your stay. |
That seems inappropriate of me right now, I know, but I couln't help it... |
dead chicks don't "*giggle*" you're supposed to just lie there and gurgle and twitch or something. damn. |
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i'm not gonna waste my time shootin' motherfuckers if they're just gonna giggle after i bust caps in their ass. i mean, damn. that just takes all the fun out of it. fucking ingrates. i'm outta here. |
This is not about killing, or giggling, or algae...it's about me and my love of ice cream sandwiches. The only thing left in life that I can depend on, is that I will ever enjoy my ice cream sandwich. Can any of you say that about your killing or your giggling or your algae? I think not. |
*giggle* |
[ everyone stand back ] |
but I like to giggle. it's fun! i'd really like to laugh my ass off, but no one has said anything to make me do so yet... waiting patiently... |
You're right, it does taste like chicken! |
POTPOURRI !!!! |
more, more, more! |
A. They don't want to be mistaken as lesbians. baaaadaaaaboooom |
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A. All tongue and groove, no studs. |
A. HAIRBALLS |
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They're AFRAID. Hee hee! |
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"something to cleanse the palate please, some sorbet'. . . ." |
Sorbet? No, but we do have strawberries and cream. |
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oh yeah. that's right. i was about to go pass out. |
Sometimes the ice cream sandwich is frozen so hard you can't bite into it. You need to wait. But you can't wait, so you bite off chunks and it freezes your teeth and you chew it like a piece of steak, until it melts in your mouth and becomes ice cream sandwich. Sometimes the ice cream sandwich isn't hard enough, When you bite into it, the ice cream squirts out from between the cookies and gets all over your fingers. Sometimes the ice cream sandwich is just right. Eating an ice cream sandwich in the car on the way to work. Trying to peel the paper just right, so you can take bite after bite, avoid contact with the sticky side of the paper, and lay the strips of paper sticky side up on the car seat. Hoping the traffic will be right so you will have opportunities to finish the sandwich before it becomes a melted, gooey mass that drips on your work clothes. Succeeding. Failing. Knowing that there is a box of 6 ice cream sandwiches in the freezer. Knowing that there are some ice cream sandwiches left in the freezer, but not knowing exactly how many. Wondering if someone has eaten the last ice cream sandwich yet. Eating the last ice cream sandwich. |
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so good. |
the Grump bought 10 litres of it. Its almost better than chocolate. mmmmmm. Ice cream |
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there is no better ice cream sandwich. and if any so cal freak starts going off on that crap with the chocolate chips on the outside, i'm going to break some kneecaps. |
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god i hate the southland. |
god i hate the southland. |
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Hell when I was in first grade we didn't even know it was there. We all thought that the girls peed out their buttholes when they squated down. |
Our push-ups were just vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup miraclously ensconced in the center. They looked kind of like hypodermic syringes. I don't know what ungodly creation you were eating, Waffles. |
p.s. they don't pee out their buttholes. |
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she pulled up her shirt and pointed to her nipples and said "this is where my boobies are gonna be!" that's one of my most vivid memories of childhood. she also showed me the little pink button that she peed out of, but i liked her butt better. |
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i dunno. i don't remember. |
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God help us all. |
The ass is the first thing I check out, and I hate big breasts. Anything more than an itty bitty titty repulses me. My theory is that when you start your "sexual awakening" some things in your enviornment make an impact on your future turn ons. When I was little I played doctor with a neighbor girl who had a little heart shaped ass and tiny tits. She would usually wear cut-off jeans that crept up her ass or white painter's pants so tight that you could see the black pubic hair shadow and she always had the camel toe up front. Now if we walk down the street and a girl walks by wearing those items my wife just rolls her eyes and says "go ahead and look you know you want to" |
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p.s. a nickel then bought a candy bar or a few hours of "doctor" with the neighbor girl Pam ____. |
I'm thinking about $23.67 |
I love oreo ice cream sandwich's more than I can ever say. Antigone - I know what an athiest is. What exactly is an agnostic? Usually when I hear someone use the word, they seem to mean athiest. I get to read "Antigone" for my humanities class. Does this mean I'll have some new insight to your character? |
I was taught that an agnostic is a person who believes that there is a supreme force but doesn't know what it is. I have heard alot of other interpetations. As far as what that nickel genitalia show would cost today. I guess I would say the nickel bought one candy bar then so in todays money it would be about 70 cents. You can test this theory by going to work today and asking all the 30'ish women to show you their pussy for 70 cents. Let me know how you come out on this little project. :o) |
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And yeah I never had to pay, I was slicker with my words. ANd I had balls too, I did the show me yours/show you mine thing right in the middle of this girl's driveway. I think i have told this story before so I will spare the details. It's a rite of passage I think. Kids are curious. As long as nothing is forced I believe it to be totally innocent. Hell wouldn't that be great if that were a common and accepted pick up line in a bar between to potential bed mates. in a any random bar.... he:"Hey, how's it going......? she:"Oh great thanks. How are you?" I'm Bambi" he:" hi Bambi, I'm Johnson" He: Listen I was just wondering if you would show me yours if I show you mine." she:"Oh no problem Johnson....(ziiiiippp)" he: "Whooooaahh! (ziipppp, snap)" she: "hmmmmmm(grin turns to jaw drop) Holy Bejesus! Johnson can I buy you a drink!!!?" ther we go, no muss, no fuss.......no games and Gee, knowing how much it irritates you, I will do my best to muck up your ice cream sandwiches with sex flavored filth |
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I reinstate: what would the kids, under the age of ten, pay to see what we saw years ago? That's all. I'm not a perve I'm not a perve I'm not a perve |
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Would you? |
Hustler ? Maxim ? Also...these days....if you ask..you may get to see it for nothing. |
I was trying to get the memories flowing... ...what a waste |
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screw it |
My estimate is $5. Of course, it would depend on the girl. If she's trying to put herself through kindergarten, expect no less than $25. |
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i think that people who have a strong pre-pubescent sexual experience prefer small breasts. |
the less you spend, the less you get. you can quote me. ...strong pre-pubescent sexual experience prefer... what, nate? tell us. what evidence factors into this? c'mon nate. |
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I also believe Nate's theory. |
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it's been a long fucking week |
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Speaking of breasts, boys - I know that telling a girl how great she is at oral sex is one of those Boy Lies you tell. Is another Boy Lie telling a girl what great boobs she has, whether they're great or not? I was telling someone the other day about this girl in one of my classes who has big breasts, and how she's thin and pretty and the boy sitting behind me flirts with her through the entire class, and I mention how nice her breast seem to look, and out of nowhere my friend compliments my breasts. Well hey, thanks. Was that a Boy Lie? |
bad head is a boring, pathetic, and miserable experience... which is only compounded by the awkwardness of trying to tell her to "just stop" without turning the whole mess into an even more pathetic, miserable, boring and painfully dramatic scene. jesus. no more. i need sleep. |
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If a guy tells you you give great head, cums consistantly and begs for more, you can believe him. As far as the breast compliment (lie?) goes, you'll have to post a picture of your tits and we'll let you know. |
Gee, some guys will say anything to get in your pants, whether or not he actually meant it or not is rather a moot point........just enjoy the fact he said it, he wouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it to some degree......and guys can't bluff on a blow job......did he "pop his top" if so..A+, if not, or it took 20 minutes....then you may need to review your technique or his problem. |
http://members.tripod.com/accustat |
better luck next time. |
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Oh well. Friend has never said anything untrue to me before, to my knowledge, therefore I shall believe him when he compliments my rack. Thanks. Doesn't Swine look cute when he's sleeping? |
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You're right, Waf, HTML is a bitch to use. At times I feel like I'm back in high school writing FORTRAN or COBOL when I use it. I would lose the webtv, but it's damn comfy typing from the Lay-z-Boy! |
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Oh also I did start a web page at geocities last week but haven't got around to actually doing anything with it yet. They keep sending me reminders to get busy on it. The only thing on it now is a message board called "FETID'S PINK STINK" Oh, one other thing I can watch tv and surf the web at the same time on the same screen with the webtv plus. |
I'll whip up a little somethin' just for J this week or weekend. Maybe I'll throw in some home movie footage...just to see little Pink growing up thru the years. Maybe a nudey pic too? |
the fucker is pretty angry! |
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in keeping with my escapists personality did anyone see the star trek voyager premier last week. MAN! did that rock......... |
It took me 5 clicks to get to Waff's page this morning. Be persistant! |
I've seen your photography before Waffles, I like the one of you and your wife looking upset together, do you use filters or anything special while taking the picture? I was thinking if I got into photography some, I'd take pictures of myself in emotions, like at the moment stuff, if I could remember to take the photo, but it'd be helpful, like holding up a mirror to myself, or maybe do a bunch of weird black and white photos with heavy eyeliner, I've done that before, I'll post if I find them. I saw this book on famous photos, one was like a dali painting, with dali in it, cats flying in one direction, water being poured in the other, a floating chair, and dali jumping in the air, all at the same time. |
I have alot of self portaits. They are fun and you have no one to answer to other than yourself. I often place a mirror just below the camera to check before i expose, the tricky part can come when you are determining your depth of field/focus. I often can be found holding random objects, say like a broom or something to the exact spot of which my face will be and then focusing on that, or i use my focus guide on the actual lense......anyway, obviously you have tapped a subject i can shoot the shit about all day......i highly encourage you to do what ever it is you want to do with a camera |
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http://members.tripod.com/accustat/wafflespics/wafflepics/page9.html note the hand is more in focus, more in the depth of field, where as her face is just out of the depth of field. Using bigger depth of fields, say with an aperture of 8 to 22 will require more light. Resolution can often be best around 5.6 to 11 aperture.......have fun regardless.......i have learned from many mistakes and I am obvioulsy happy to share my lessons learned. |
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if someone tells you you have great tits, it's probably true, but the person might also think that 99 percent of women in their 20s have nice chests. or maybe I'm just not that picky. |
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compliment someone on something they are unlikely to have been told a lot. or something sort of unique to them. or try to express your admiration in an interesting way. beautiful hands is nice. or knees. or arms. or skin. "great tits" is just so obvious. legs. ass. eyes. boring. the hair compliment can be effective because nice hair is part nature and part nuture. oh, I know. compliment chicks on their handwriting. that's a good one. or their profound knowledge of some arcane topic. last night I called a friend and shot her a bunch of questions about pregnancy hormones and when pregnant women start to lactate and why lactating women are usually temporarily infertile and why that goes away after six months. I told her I was asking because my roommate and I had been discussing the topic and I knew she would have all the answers. I know she was pleased to hear that I appreciated all that shit she has piled up in her head. let your friends know this. |
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I have the note somewhere...I should look for it. |
Speaking of pregnancy - I'm going to get a shot of depo-provera tomorow. Has anyone ever tried this thing before? |
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http://www.isabellacam.com |
Nate - are you serious about your fem friends going wacko or were you just being Nate? My doctor didn't say anything about it screwing with my mental health (aside from "it may cause depression", but so might the pill and pretty much Every kind of medication I've ever taken). She just wanted to make sure I had no family history of breast cancer or blood clots in my leg. From what I read, though, she should have given me a physical (I've never had one) and she didn't. I also read that people can gain weight when they take this (or the pill), but from what I've heard it's not actually the Pill (or the shot) that makes you gain weight. It just makes you hungry a lot more, and when you're hungry you eat. So maybe I'll get a sudden bought of will power or something. Oh yea. And prolonged use - general disaperence of period. WOOHOO!! Another great reason! I can handle the occasional spotting if it means the old sucker will dry up more or less. uhh, what else? Oh yea - 99.7% effective. Thanks for your input Agatha. I guess I'll wait and see how I feel. Right now my arm feels heavy and I'm paranoid about touching it cuz I'm not supposed to rub the area where I got the shot. I can handle being hungry or depressed or whatever I might be for the next few months - I just really hope I don't end up vomiting for three months. Now everyone keep an eye on me for the next few months and tell me if I seem like I'm going crazy. Sorry. CraziER. |
you'll be eating glass and boiling bunnies by the end of the week. |
the pill did not effect her like that. the mood swings the pill causes in people i know are like pissing in a puddle compared to the hurricane of depo. good luck, gee. apparently it doesn't always have this effect. hopefully you'll be fine. but if not... be ready for your ability for rational thought to be removed |
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I've been back a month. I'm sick of hanging out in bars and taverns and playing pool with random boys. I guess I'm ready for a boyfriend again. because I just want to get down to fucking. |
so it's still novel but not nervous. someone who still thinks it's cool that if I'm kissed on one side of my neck, I get goosebumps all over that side of my body but not the other. jesus, I'd even be into an unrequited crush right now. I think I blushed when the guy at the gym was doing orientation with me and he showed me how to do the tit machine. what are those muscles in there called, anyway? the chest muscles. I don't know. I'm sure he was gay and I normally wouldn't even think such a muscle-bound pretty boy was attractive, but maybe I should call that guy who showed me last summer that thing about my favorite linen tank top, how someone can suck my tits without removing the shirt. I have some new outfits I could show him. |
UPDATE: my arm hurt all day. I kept looking for a bruse, but there wasn't one. It felt like there should have been. I feel like I'm in a pretty good mood (depression?) and when it came time to eat, I wasn't very hungry. (weight gain?) If this keeps up, maybe I'll even start making sense soon! (craziness?) |
I am so dumb. like now that I'm back I think that the fun thing to do is to take up my friends' dares to gho up to other people in line at the taco bell drive-thru and ask them really flirtatuiously why their car has four exhaust pipes. "because ... it has ... a lot of POWER." he looked me in the eyes and smiled as he said this. god I am dumb. I'm so embarrassed. I hate to use that I ws drunk as an excuse for acting so stupidly. I got on the friend of friend's bed and let him hold my hand and GOD. thankfully I got sobver enough by the end of the night to discourage my friend from frank talk in the car before I drove home. I told him I was afraid of what he would say. which I was. before we all talked about art and literature. can you remember the names of the girls from seattle in the catcher in the rye? have you read marton eden? we quoted shakespeare and tried to see if the others could tell which play we were quoting. someone ended up using the lijne from julius caesar I used in a quote about rhiannon recently. yon cassius has a lean and hungry look. etc. I confused yeats and keats, as I often do. was told it's a common error. didn't make me feel better. the bartender told me he'd give me the shot of whiskey for free. they didn't have early times. he suggested jack and I said ok. what's the pointg of getting drunk? I could act at least this stuoid sober, I am sure. |
you are not dumb. drinking is good. it is not good that you have so much self-reproach over silly stuff. maybe your confidence is low now that your back in the states and not sure what to do next. you don't like losing control, even a little, i think. that's not good. |
I was supposed to be their prop, like they read about in maxim magazine or something. the girl who validates the guys' worthiness to hang out with other girls. I was supposed to rate their targets and their approaches. (the highest grades went to the gloombetty who looked like sarah pauley and the line "hey, didn't we go to different schools?") but then I ended up being their target. dumb. they got f's. drinks I remember having last night: - full sail oktoberfest (beer before liquor, never been sicker?) - margarita no salt - then an extra shot of tequila to pad out the rest of my drink - bloody mary - a sea breeze or cape cod, forgot which - two or three drinks' worth of the huge communal long beach iced tea, whatever that is - that whiskey the bartender gave me for free - a singapore sling - another mixed drink at the next bar, the one where the waitress last called and turned the lights up and I went and turned them back down and she yelled at me. I have no memory of what I ordered there. drinks I don't think I had: - that vodka collins I tried to buy for someone else, but then he insisted on paying for our drinks and then said he never said he wanted it and that I should drink it. - the beer we took to the english grad student's apartment. anyway, I let men I have no intentions for buy me a lot of drinks. because I only had $18 in my wallet and I didn't charge or go to an atm. that's wrong. it was wrong of me to be such a tease all night. it's wrong to dress like emma peel and invite guys to feel the supple lambskin garments all over your body. it's wrong to wear a skirt that barely covers your ass then sort of let it get cinched up when you sit down and let them buy you $25 of drinks and play with your hair, when, ultimately, you know they don't have a chance. I'm playing some weird uber-but-anti-slut game. dressing up like I'm in some big movie when I really could be voted least likely to get laid. and I'm dumb if I think that trying to be the best-looking woman in the room is going to help me find a guy who is going to impress me. because all he'll do is say something to his friends then return his attention to the realm of normal people. or maybe I should stop going out with groups of guys. as if the whole 6'3 asian chick in skinny leather and bitch boots weren't intimidating enough. and I was advised that I couldn't approach anyone myself (notinthatoutfit) or I may get charged with solicitation. or maybe I should start trawling for dates at powell's technical books, like a normal golddigger. I want a big turkey sandwich now. I'm going to go buy a real computer today. |
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it's a matter of how ambitious you are and how good your bait is. miniskirts are for trawling. the mind is for trolling. |
it makes me want to eat an ice cream sandwich or two, in celebration. |
but I spelled sarah polley's name wrong. women like me? today I upgraded my ancient 486 for an intel celeron, whatever the hell that is. 64 mb ram, 8.4 gb hard drive. now I'm connecting with a 56k modem instead of a 14.4. the new computer has a dvd drive, which I didn't know existed until today. now I can go out and see this internet thing everyone's been talking about. |
"women like you" hmmmmmmmmmmmm playing with boys emotions, draining their wallets with a false pretenses, playing their weaknesses. hmmmm, you'd fit in this town Cyst.........you need to come to town so I can see you in action......the advantages to being married: a)i know have a sharp sense to spot women like you, not that it matters, but i have the ability to flirt back, nothing gets a gold digger's eye like a ring.... b)when my wife's spots someone like you, she points it out to me, we laugh we giggle, we watch them, we have even been know to buy them drinks, or my wife has hit on them to throw their game. I am so glad I am not single. The games that are played are just silly, and what a pain in the ass. |
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I would guess Cyst is VERY confident, and she knows it. I am not knocking her for being the way she is, in fact i am glad she is at least honest about it and recognizes it and even admits that her intentions may have an ounce of curelty in them, again, i am just glad i wasn't one of those suckas buying her drinks with a glimmer of hope of getting in her pants...although i would gladly buy cyst a drink, or even a few with the hopes of learning her real name .......guys can be stupid, when a girl asks her to feel her new chiffon dress or what have you, we can sometimes interpret that and other bits of attention, as a signal. Guys try real hard to be sensitive and pick up the right signals. The thing is most guys aren't interpreters, we aren't capable of decoding the signals........honesty is usually a better policy. |
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any woman out there wants to tease me can fuck off. i'm not here to boost some dumb bitch's ego. play that game with someone else. i usually ignore good looking women. sure, i notice them but i will not give them the satisfaction of paying attention to them. there are plenty of proto-simians running around who are willing to pick up the slack anyway. |
make mine a double. |
I didn't force anyone to buy me drinks. in fact, at one point I got into a little argument about who was going to pay. he insisted. it wasn't like I was approaching guys and hanging on them and leading them on. at all. I really did want my friends to feel how soft and supple my new lambskin clothes were. I had my chick friends touch them, too, they kept rubbing the leather -- it's SO NICE. tactile pleasure. I think I had the guys touch the sleeve of my coat. maybe the skirt and boots, but only for comparison purposes. or something. and the guys who bought me drinks, besides the bartender (whom I had tipped well), were old friends. if they haven't figured out in the last nine years that I'm not going to fuck them, then it's their problem. one of them kept touching my hair when I was sitting in front of him in the car. I guess I should have told him to stop, but I didn't want it to seem like a big deal. another took my hand and I let him hold it for a little while. it was cute. they're guys. whatever. and I'm totally nice to people who talk to me. anyone. even the ones who don't buy my drinks. even homeless guys who sit too close to me in a dark theater. and, anyway, I'm not really a gold digger. gold diggers have to commit to the guys they take from. I'm keeping my distance. but I'm totally open to being interested and impressed. please, someone. |
nate - your roommate vouched for me, right? didn't he tell you I was really nice? |
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I went y2k shopping today. well, see, I was getting some so-called express photos developed, so I had to spend an hour in the store. I bought all the normal stuff then remembered how my friend said he was stacking up on bottled water and canned food. he says when he first got a new visa card with a '00 expiration date, it didn't work. the company sent him a form apology letter and a new one with a '99 date on it. he's using that as his example of how things might actually be fucked up for the first couple weeks. and I've always been fascinated with bomb shelter mentality, so I thought, ok, I am going to buy CANNED CHILI. I got four cans of stagg extra-chunky (extra-fatty) chili. on sale for 99 cents, down from 1.47 or something. a jar of skippy reduced-fat peanut butter. I may actually end up eating this stuff even if I don't need it. two gallons of bottled water. will get more later. can always drink water. a six-pack of little cans of orange juice. if the lights stay on and all that, I'll give the chili to a food bank or something. |
i love you cyst yeah, I have slowly but surely collected a few things here and there.... I bought 5 boxes of boullion cubes chicken and veg flavors i got two flashlights 3 gallons of water i intend to collect more food as we go along I have 2 credit cards with the dates being 01 and 02 and I have no problem using them. I think the problems could arise from people getting paranoid and drawing their money from the bank like on new years eve. Just keep a bank statement and all will be well. If everyone went and got half of their money out of the bank, the banks would collapse. I recommend keeping an envelope hidden and shoving a 20 spot in it every week. My friends equate the possible inconvienences to earthquake aftermath. Only cash will work, there is no water but the god damn liquor store is open and business is booming. some friends and i discussed plans to rent a cabin in Mammoth or Big Bear for new years. i have been checking and I found some great houses for reasonable prices. Like $200/night in a 3 bdrm,2 bath house that can sleep 8+. We will aquire all of the drugs and liquor we possibly can and see how fucked i can get. i'll break out the fishing poles and pocket knife and we'll bring in the new year in a snow covered eden oblivious to all the shit going down in the city of angels. thats my plan anyway... |
sky is falling! sky REALLY is falling! |
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oh, and Cyst, I posted a couple of questions to you on the Luch Phurr thread. Did you not see them, or were they not worth responding to? I have done nothing to prepare for Y2k, except set up a reunion with a bunch of college friends. |
Okay. I must stop saying mean things about boys before one of them catches on and gets offended. That would be a shame. I think it was all the Morrissey talk that set me off. This is not as much fun as it used to be. Everything is changing, except for the things that are staying the same. Both of them make me sad. The things that are changing are the things I want to stay the same, and the things that are staying the same are the things that I want to change. I'm having a very emotional day, and I would really like a rice krispie square. I think I'll buy a box of them tomorow. |
a box of rice krispies squares would be good bomb shelter food. I like the idea of using this as an excuse to buy all the food I never normally would but always want to. like those big, crunchy pepperidge farm cookies named after swanky old-blood enclaves across the country. |
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(psssst.......The depo is kickin in) rice krispy treats rule, however the gouger who runs the smoke shop/candy stand in my office lobby charges .75 for those small little squares.........he also charges $5 for a pack of smokes when they are 3.80 elswhere.....he can do that though.... |
hollywood blvd is kinda strange in the sense that you have tourist joints selling 10 Ts for $9.99, gimmicky coffee shops, burlesque stores selling boas and 9" heels, camera shops that charge $10 for a roll of 36 b&w, porn shops, burger stands, a wax museum, a ripley's believe it or not and a guiness world records shop all crammed into one block........... I saw a tourist taking a picture of a friend doing a head stand on the harlem globetrotters star, that was funny.......much more interesting than the usual poses. |
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i miss sheila and nelly and markus and people who had funny and intelligent and insightful things to say. this pecan walnut bread is fucking great. i feel as though i am eating right now for the first time in a week. i still like you all. |
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let me reiterate my situation during the work day, i sit in front of a computer and make a few outgoing calls that last approx 1 1/2 minutes each. I take a few incoming calls that last approx 1 1/2 minutes each. i update spreadsheets and i organize marketing mailings. The nature of my job is acct maintenance. When I am needed, I AM NEEDED, when I am not, i am left to my own devices. My work could be done in 2 hours out of 8. I can't read a book while at my desk, i can't play games and i can't talk on the phone to obvious personal calls. So what do i do? I pass the time bullshitting, sometimes serious, sometimes not. Eitherway, the sorabji screen can pasa for any numerous prpgrams loaded on my desk. If i had my way, I would nto be in this situation but the bills have to get paid, I want to be a fed artist, not a starving one...I likes me salisbury steak! Surely nothing is wrong with that? I bullshit as if we were sitting face to face over a beer. J posts here a lot, any difference? On the weekends or the evenings I have other shit going on, notice the infrequency of my posts during those times. I am sorry you don't find my posts interesting or amusing. But then again, I don't seek to please anyone but myself. I would like to think that my frequency of posts have not scared others away....that would be a shame and could be possibly be good reason for me to split......upsetting a clique was not in my agenda when i came here in June....I would expect if i truely annoyed anyone i would be told,by numerous level headed indivuduals. if thats the case it's not a problem. I found this place by accident and it was a breath of fresh air to bullshit with people who share similar insights and have similar tastes. I suppose i could be like a lot of you and come off rather aloof with my posts. I believe Margret had said at one point she crafted her posts carefully with abit of aloofness, why I dunno...i don't care. I say whats on my mind and i try to be a little entertaining along the way. I believe there is more going on here than just sex and drugs, I have made several posts on books i recently finished or movies i have seen but ironically they got little or no response. Am I that dull? Looking at some of the other posts I doubt I am THAT dull. But what do i know? I say if the subject matter is boring to you, bring something up, i am all ears and I suspect everyone else is as well. However some posts tend to be a bit personal, leaving the reader wondering exactly how to respond. I know you weren't trying to offend, and I am not so offended, but rather I am showing a bit of insecurity becasue i do have a sense of respect for everyone around in here in one way or another and it would be a little hurtful to think i have annoyed anyone, to the point of someone even deducting the conclusion that I am an idiot or a big mouth know-nothing. This thing is way beyond a typical chat place in which i could tell all to eat flying fuck shit, spare my ego and move on. However my brain tends to go faster than my hands and often my censor is out out lunch it would be shame for someone to deduct those conclusions. Like i might have said before, if i had met each of you, for the most part, in a social setting other than on this electronic hehaw we have here, i think, judging by all of your interests and personalities that do seep thru that have been mentioned, we would get along quite well. Eitherway, as vague as Gee's post was, I think we know she was directing it towards me....why I dunno, I am not too hung up on it. This was the last thread after several in which I porbably hit a few buttons with her.........why she takes me so seriously i am not sure. Eitherway, sorry you find my kraut so dull, i would be delighted to get into other topics, i encourage you to throw them out and see what happens kisses |
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I crack myself up, Waffles cracks me up, a few others here crack me up but their feelings would be hurt if I said why. Anyway, it's free. FUCK THE FRENCH! |
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You spent a lot of time on that message and you still haven't even told me what you think of the long white con. |
I had a lot of admiration for Blue, he was the sweetest character, looked our for Folks unconditionally. That is something I admire....I dunno, help me out explain the con in your words, perhaps it will click |
I agree. what can we do to bring those people back? would our posting less encourage others to post more? I feel I am partly responsible for making the boards so boring. if for no other reason than they were more interesting when I got here and now they're less. I will assume a causal relationship. but I want to make them better. sex and drugs = boring. I also think music, food, stocks and pets are pretty dull general-interest topics. has anyone here ever been on a game show? those are some of my favorite stories. can't speak from experience, though. |
i'll leave now. |
beav, ya comin? swine has the car runnin |
my favorite topics these days: creative writing surfing nutrition exercise country music none of which is particularly fascinating. i took the day off from work today because i was diagnosed with acute pharyngitis... some sort of throat virus. anyway, i went to the gym for a run and on my way home i was driving behind a car that had a Macintosh (computer) Apple decal in the rear window. that struck me as being a very odd thing to want to associate with, especially on your car. is there some secret club or something? hmmm maybe we should forget the sorabji.com t-shirt idea and go with bumper stickers instead. cheaper too. oh, we could also discuss sorabjifest '00. the time is drawing nigh. |
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i forgot to mention that i miss margret. i even miss slacker. and whatever happened to that bastard dave? he was pretty funny. |
I also have one on my mtn. bike and snowboard. I have 2 nerd stickers (Apple and a Microsoft gaming ZONE) and 2 music (VooDoo Glow Skulls and a killer Greatful Dead (that a now-deceased friend gave me) on the snowboard.) It's a mac owner pride thing (though I no longer own a Mac...) I dunno if I qualify for membership in the sorabjifest '00 festivities, but I'll be in West Texas/Central New Mexico around the Yule/New Year's dates, for what it's worth. |
nate, let's talk about your stoner plum headed parakeet. i am going to start posting for cleo. she always has something interesting to say. the sorabji.com tshirts rest on the shoulders of mark thomas, who was supposed to send me the beefy tees months ago. |
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I wonder how many didn't feel welcome. How many attempted to make them welcome. I have noticed people continue a thread non-stop while ignoring a newcomer. You want new blood? Stop and make them welcome then continue the thread. If you sit there silently,lurking when you can offer something then you are just as guilty. I really don't think posting less is going to encourage new people to jump into the discussion. Everyone wants to feel welcome. It's that simple |
Agatha - and I thought I was being so deep. Yes, I was (in part) refering to the way things have changed on sorabji since I started reading here. Like Cyst I assume responsibility for that. It seems to happen whenever I start posting to some new bulliten board. The people there before I arrive seem interesting, and then once I've been there a few months, it's all new people who don't seem Quite as interesting. My theory is that others stumble upon this board, and seeing the lamness of my posts and how they're basically accepted, assume it's alright for them to make lame posts too. Maybe lame is the wrong word. Just...as you said...a lot of sex and drugs. I thought an Ice Cream Sandwich post could change all of that, but I see I was horribly wrong. Waffle - I wasn't talking about you anywhere, this time. Just men in general. Last night I had no tollerance for men. Oh, and I also like the idea that I can use my choice of birth control as an excuse for being a um female dog. It's much better than the excuses I used to use before I started on the depo. Sarah - I think creative writing is an interesting topic. I like writing. I haven't done any creativly for a Long time now, and it's pretty sad. I've always thought that writing was a part of me, and it's sad that I don't have time for anything substantial anymore. All of my ideas seem to have deserted me. |
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it costs about $1.50 to make your own and only takes a microwave and a fridge and 15 mins. does no-one do anything for themselves anymore? |
rice krispies can't be that easy to make. |
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You need a bag of marshmallows (don't you hate it when you have to look up an easy word like marshmallow because it looks so goofy when typed) A box of Rice Crispies some margarine. melt marshmallows in the microwave or on the stovetop - adding a big chunk of margarine to keep it all soft and squishy. when it is melted to a sticky, gooey mess, stir in rice crispies. viola. |
It's a lot of fun to try to get people to eat it. that brought back memories of weird tastes that don't go away. |
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Basically, what I'm getting at, is food that makes you mad when you eat it. Then, because you are angry, you get messier. The viscious cycle continues until you're cramming food in your mouth, oblivious to the disgusted stares of your co-workers. that happen to anyone out there? |
I looked into their cupboard and saw that they were stocking up for y2k too! I pointed out the bottled water, canned chili and tuna to my friend. but then I kept looking around (I know this is bad, but I am fascinated by other people's cupboards and you know there isn't going to be anything private in there anyway), and I saw that they're always ready for y2k! they were just really into canned and boxed food, all prepared and preserved. his brother had more than a shelf full of cereal. he had like 16 boxes of cereal. fake corn flakes, fake cheerios, fake rice krispies, blueberry morning, lucky charms, honey bunches of oats, cap'n crunch, waffle crisps, life. and many, many, many more. I told my friend that I would expect this couple to have crackers, but I didn't see any. he said those were in the special snack drawer, along with the corn chips, doritos, milk duds and starbursts. I was hoping for wheat thins and expecting at least triscuits, but all they had were FAKE CHICKEN IN A BISCUIT. I forgot what they call fake chicken in a biscuit. chicken-flavored snack crackers? I meant to take one but accidentally took two. ate them both. had to have some doritos as a chaser. yuck! they tasted like campbell's chicken noodle soup concentrate. "are they fat?" I asked. "no." "they will be." |
i was being funny about the dave guy, i didn't know it was common knowledge around here that he was "mine." he would deny that ownership, by the way. |
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my friend says I shouldn't call them titty bars here, since it's all about twat and buttcheek-spreading. steak. salad. garlic bread. onion rings. $6. no tax. some guys by the stage kept beckoning for us to go over to them. we waved and they bought us all drinks. like it says to in maxim magazine. last night I also went to a metal shop and used the bathroom, which had a great pile of maxim magazines. my friend, who is nine months pregnant and was having four-minute-interval contractions at the titty bar last night, told me that all metal workers are porn experts and we should talk to them about our ideas. so we passed around photos and talked about gross stuff at the bar. it all seemed very redundant. I wonder if my friend has gone to the hospital yet. she was really pregnant. |
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now I am drunk. I went out with another friend who just moved here from seattle. it was her goal to have really attractive men buy us drinks, but I didn't know where to take her. where the beautiful people supposedly go or where I think we can get guys to buy us drinks? I took her to the places where the beautiful people supposedly go, and guys talked to us but didn't buy us any $4.50 drinks. one guy said he couldn't believe we missed the 311 show. another, whom I think was mentally ill, got on his knees before our table and started telling us how pretty we were and how much he wanted to get to know us. I told him we were lesbians and then he started telling us how how much pussy he's eaten. we also saw nate's roommate's friend from high school, so we talked to him and his roommate, who works at the place where 311 played. etc. I'm too old for this. this isn't even that fun. I should probably just choose one of the guys I know already to fall in love, get married, buy a house and have children, etc., with, because my chances of meeting someone interesting in a bar are about none. maybe less. my time's almost up, anyway. I told my ex-boyfriend I'd reconsider in november. and we're practically halfway there. |
this morning I called a single geek friend of mine. he's been very excited to hear that this single chick friend of mine just moved to town. he was even more excited to hear that she said she "want(s) to meet rich computer programmers" and "really like(s) casual sex." I feel like santa claus. |
by the way, i've seen you using "me" in your predicate ("me and my friend went...") and i think brackets, not parentheses, is more appropriate when adding your own changes to a quote. but i don't care. i like you better ungrammatical. |
"whom I think was mentally ill" is not. I didn't realize my self-corrections were prompting anyone to read my posts twice. for that I am truly sorry and will consider not doing it anymore. I think I agree with what you said about brackets vs. parentheses. but, really, what's the difference? isn't it just like the difference between single quotes and double quotes? I guess if you use parentheses, it is assumed that the speaker actually said everything within the quotes. and brackets indicate that the transcriptionist added the changes? and sorry about my use of passive structure in this post (see previous paragraph and this sentence, don't review the entire message). |
anyway, i read someplace that they're trying to phase "whom" out of the language. "me and [whoever]" is noticeable because you try to be so careful with your grammar otherwhise. i had no idea it was officially "colloquial." that brackets and parentheses thing may just be my own personal fetish. and i read your posts twice, sometimes, without even being prompted. 'specially when it's 'bout sex. |
The undercurrent of "this is getting boring" is seeming to pop up quite a bit. I'd like to point out that this page saves my life. I have absolutly nobody to talk to here (in the physical plane)that I can relate to. However, There's tons of folks here, whom I consider friends and relate to quite well. (Did I just misuse whom? Fuck it.) Hell, who says the conversation has to be on a stephen hawking level the whole time? Cyst, I don't think you have to worry about boring anyone here. I might, since nothing happens around here, but you don't. I am half tempted to set you up w/ my buddy Jake, who lives out there. How do you feel about British -American guys with sligth weight problems, musical tastes that rival or beat even Swine's, and fantastically creative senses of humor? I vouch for this guy completely, I've been friends with him for about my entire life. |
I think I'm going to put it there. it's my practice web page. I thought it would be fun, to reread it and really get into it by typing out the text, but it now seems so irrelevant. love, infatuation, sex, crushes? huh? it's to the point where all this going out and getting dressed up and drinking in bars is like some sort of academic activity, I don't know, like a lab in chemistry class. I shouldn't do it anymore. if for no other reason than it's too expensive. I was stupid again today. I went to powell's technical books with my friend so I could help him hit on the coffee chick or whatever. she wasn't there. anyway, I was looking in my purse for the starbucks mints I am addicted to and found some photos that I have showed to just about everyone except for him. they'd probably be on the web if my patron put them up like he said he would. or if my friend got around to unhooking his scanner and letting me borrow it like he said he would. they're not personal photos. I mean, I guess they would be to a normal person, but to me, they're just sort of neat, like, look, isn't that cool the way the horizontal stripes of light from the venetian blinds fall on that long expanse of bare skin? I've showed them to a metal worker in a titty bar, to a lesbian friend of a friend, to my roommate, etc. my patron has a whole set and I told him he could show them to whomever he wanted. I guess since I don't sexually objectify myself, I don't really consider how they could be arousing to anyone else. I just think they look good. they're like my little art projects. so I showed them to him in the store, hoping he would just flip through them and give them back, but I am so dumb. |
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His dad works in the same department as my dad (humanities) and his mom is responsible for bringing all the cool artists and musicians to Michigan tech for the "Great Events" series. She's a complete treasure for it, she's responsible for the Reduced Shakespeare Company making a Houghton a stop on every tour of theirs, she's brought folks like Joshua Redman, Dirty Dozen Brass Band, the Holmes Brothers, Inti-Raymi, Battlefield Band, Alvin Ailey Dance Theatre, and the like to what would otherwise be a cultural backwater. Anyway, where I was going was to remark that being raised by British parents in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan gives him a pretty unique accent. We both share a vast appreciation for the horribly tacky parts of american culture, such as the mullet, Mr. Roper, the persona of Burt reynolds, and every awful b-movie ever made, including Rajin' Cajun, Carnivore, and 2000 Maniacs, a movie which I have made my holy quest to someday own. He makes the most insane mix tapes ever. The last one had stuff by Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys, Middle Eastern and Indian pop music, and music made with a mutated speak'n'spell. |
And then go on to explain any aspect of the male species that even a clever anthropologist like yourself seemingly overlooks form time to time. They're simple creatures, really. You can't go far wrong if you keep that in mind, and don't project complicated motivations onto them. |
the south's gonna rise again. I'll try to get the photos out on the obscene and worthless web, where they belong. one of my parents is a british emigrant. I would have pizza and see a $3 movie with your friend, sem, but it couldn't be like a real date. and he should probably be warned in advance that I'm working with much less than the normal range of standard human emotions. |
It was the "I've seen 2000 Maniacs" that got me determined, you know. anyone who has seen that movie is some one I want to talk to face to face. AHYUM goon-ah gyit me a Cay-yut an' have me-uh sum Fuh-uhn! |
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instead of impressing me, this sort of made me sad. like, instead of spending $177 on food you weren't hungry for, couldn't you have just spent $75 and sent me the rest to pay my health insurance with? I think this weekend he's going to fly me out there and spend more money than I earn in a month on me and then try to seduce me. whatever. I didn't have any plans anyway. |
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i remember this friendly guy who used frequent here. he was big on porter. he even bought porter mustard. wtf was that guy's name? i'D hAVE to say i'm drawing a blank. |
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