At the bottom of a bag What does it look like where you are?: At the bottom of a bag

By Bell_jar on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 12:15 pm:

    i am a messy person. very messy. i have too many things to learn to keep everything in a perfect order. anyway... on to the point...

    at the bottom of my bag i found raisins that must have spilled months ago, as i have not had raisins for quite some time (I believe it was October when I was fixated on raisins). what is at the bottom of your bag? a key a receipt a nude picture?

By patrick on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 12:33 pm:

    but i dont have a bag

    so i dont know

    Mrs Pummelhorse.....................

    id like to get down now.

By semillama on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 12:55 pm:

    There are nuts at the bottom of my bag.

    I'm on a roll today!

By Antigone on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 02:33 pm:

    One ginko biloba pill and about $3 in loose change.

By J on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 03:02 pm:

    You talking about the little green bag?

By Bell_jar on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 03:08 pm:

    is there any other bag?

By Tom on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 03:37 pm:

    I don't have a bag, either. Well, besides the one I haul my clothing around in. For carrying "stuff," I use The Big Green Jacket. In the bottom of the jacket: a MAX ticket, a California Lotto ticket, and 23 cents. No joke.

By Hal on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 06:48 pm:

    a pack of smokes (camel lights 3 destroyed cigs left,) a really old tooth brush, safty pin, pens, and about 15 dollers( I'm glad you started this string I haven't checked my coat pockets in a while and I needed the money. THANX)

By Dougie on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 07:08 pm:

    Nothing at the bottom of my bags except those receipts that tell me how much more I have to spend to get a free turkey.

By Pez on Wednesday, December 6, 2000 - 07:16 pm:

    hrm...i'm assuming my purse, since the only other bag is my backpack...i'll do both.

    three pens, two sets of keys (used to lock my keys in the car all the time), fm timecard. mini notepad, kleenex, a couple'a extra pads, mint smints, tablet gum in a foil pill packet. lip gloss, lipgloss, lipstick, hairbrush, other misc. makeup and hair products. two library cards, student body card, my checkbook, various other membership cards, money...i forgot that i took the calculator out.

    binder decorated with cardigans and other people and a skittles rainbow, norton's anthology of modern poetry, graph paper pad, a book about how to do celtic art, my zodiac journal, camera, a copy of "violet & claire" by francesca lia block, water bottle, colored pencils, my poetry (three for poetry, one for other stuff) and schoolwork computer discs, pencil box and a blue metallic pen for writing in journals only.

    whew!!!! i cart a lot of stuff around!

By Gee on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 01:37 am:

    my very first prescription for depo provera.

    I have an apointment for another injection on monday, but maybe I'll just skip it. sex requires too much trust, and we all know what a bad idea it is to trust people.

    and the bitterness continues to be spread.

By One tom broiled. on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 05:21 am:

    Oh, Gee. Don't be bitter. If you hide Sem under your bed, well... it's better to be prepared. He's pretty dangerous sexy.

    Pez: all that stuff is at the BOTTOM of your purse / backpack? What's on top?

    a truer and fuller inventory of my bottomness:

    one credit card receipt from the prego! pizza place on 2nd and Clay, next to where my roommate is getting work as an office temp. Apparently, I left a dollar tip on two slice of pie, for a total of $8.35

    two addresses of possible employers, jotted down at same temp agency.

    directions to the lazerquick copy center at Mall 205.

    the address of the nearest center for the Oregon Employment Department.

    the aforementioned MAX train ticket.

    one black and white plastic "bandito" lighter.

    one penny, dated 1986.

    one green BIC fountain pen with blue ink.

By Bell_jar on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 12:34 pm:

    a spoon. (i think used for jello eating)

    i eat on the run a lot, so when dishes get slim i have to check my bag, my car, my other bag, and my purse.

    shit!! i just spilled my cranberry juice on the floor, on the wall near me is a no food or drink sign. i can't go up and ask for a napkin, so i took a piece of notebook paper and covered it up, it soaked through, so i covered it up with my bag. i can't get kicked out i have to finish my paper. bastards! (i know it is my fault but i'm displacing the blame).

By Kalliope on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 12:52 pm:

    I'm in the computer lab on campus. I'm at the end of the third row closest to the door so I can see everyone as they come in and out.

    Richmond has a problem keeping black hair dye in stock. These students are proof of that.

    The walls are concrete and white...a digital message board is on the wall which flashes red letters tell everyone when this foul basement is open. And the current time...

    And everyone has discarded their winter jackets..because it's freezing cold outside and it's warmer than hell in here...

    And I'm bored....and this is the last day of classes before finals, and I should be studying, and I'm not.

    And good lord...there's a hottie.

    I'm a hormone.

By Bell_jar on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 01:06 pm:

    i've been spending a lot of time at the computer lab. i could bitch about the number of computers available for the number of students enrolled, but that would take all day. tomorrow my last paper is due and i will be done until january.

    anyway to the point. i believe there is a secret society of computer lab users. as i've been switching between the two big labs on campus i see the same people each day. this wouldn't be so odd but i come at different times during the day ranging from 6 in morning to 2 in the morning. i always recognize at least three people. hmmm... is there a club? how do i become a member? do they serve cake? i bet they didn't spill cranberry juice on the new carpet.

By Kalliope on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 01:10 pm:

    bell! It's true!

    I only have day classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays..and I have an hour and a half in between classes. Most of the time I meet my friend Ryan at the coffee shop..but every once in awhile, I'll feel like being anti-social and duck in here.

    And it's the same people. I'm looking around and I recognize at least four people in here. They're in here every time. Weird. I think you're on to something.

    My old neighbor is in here too. He's cute. He's engaged, but he's a sort of preppy boy way. He always give me this weird handshake sort of thing and then says something about long live the laundry detergent..


    I wonder.

By Tom on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 02:25 pm:

    Girls, I hate to break it to you, but the people
    you always see in the computer lab, at all hours
    of the day... They're MUDing.

    trust me.

By patrick on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 02:48 pm:


By Trace on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 02:52 pm:

    I was waiting for someone else to ask that......

By dave. on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 03:27 pm:

    MUD /muhd/ n. [acronym, Multi-User Dungeon; alt. Multi-User
    Dimension] 1. A class of virtual reality experiments accessible
    via the Internet. These are real-time chat forums with structure;
    they have multiple `locations' like an adventure game, and may
    include combat, traps, puzzles, magic, a simple economic system, and
    the capability for characters to build more structure onto the
    database that represents the existing world. 2. vi. To play a MUD.
    The acronym MUD is often lowercased and/or verbed; thus, one may
    speak of `going mudding', etc.
    Historically, MUDs (and their more recent progeny with names of MU-
    form) derive from a hack by Richard Bartle and Roy Trubshaw on the
    University of Essex's DEC-10 in the early 1980s; descendants of that
    game still exist today and are sometimes generically called
    BartleMUDs. There is a widespread myth (repeated, unfortunately, by
    earlier versions of this lexicon) that the name MUD was trademarked
    to the commercial MUD run by Bartle on British Telecom (the motto:
    "You haven't _lived_ 'til you've _died_ on MUD!"); however, this is false -- Richard Bartle explicitly placed `MUD' in the public domain
    in 1985. BT was upset at this, as they had already printed
    trademark claims on some maps and posters, which were released and
    created the myth.
    Students on the European academic networks quickly improved on the
    MUD concept, spawning several new MUDs (VAXMUD, AberMUD, LPMUD).
    Many of these had associated bulletin-board systems for social interaction. Because these had an image as `research' they often
    survived administrative hostility to BBSs in general. This,
    together with the fact that Usenet feeds were often spotty and
    difficult to get in the U.K., made the MUDs major foci of hackish
    social interaction there.
    AberMUD and other variants crossed the Atlantic around 1988 and
    quickly gained popularity in the U.S.; they became nuclei for large
    hacker communities with only loose ties to traditional hackerdom
    (some observers see parallels with the growth of Usenet in the early
    1980s). The second wave of MUDs (TinyMUD and variants) tended to
    emphasize social interaction, puzzles, and cooperative
    world-building as opposed to combat and competition (in writing,
    these social MUDs are sometimes referred to as `MU*', with `MUD'
    implicitly reserved for the more game-oriented ones). By 1991, over
    50% of MUD sites were of a third major variety, LPMUD, which
    synthesizes the combat/puzzle aspects of AberMUD and older systems
    with the extensibility of TinyMud. In 1996 the cutting edge of the
    technology is Pavel Curtis's MOO, even more extensible using a
    built-in object-oriented language. The trend toward greater
    programmability and flexibility will doubtless continue.
    The state of the art in MUD design is still moving very rapidly,
    with new simulation designs appearing (seemingly) every month.
    Around 1991 there was an unsuccessful movement to deprecate the term
    MUD itself, as newer designs exhibit an exploding variety of names
    corresponding to the different simulation styles being explored. It survived. See also bonk/oif, FOD, link-dead, mudhead, talk

    never done it. don't care to.

By J on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 03:30 pm:

    Well while we are waiting,did anyone see that Guiness World Record thing on t.v. last week,the 820 pound woman model? Well if she models it must be porn cause she they blurred out her privates because she can't wear clothes,it was pitiful I felt so sorry for her,her husband encouraged to get that big,she weighed 450 when he married her,and put on 30 pounds a year.She could only get out of bed once a day to go to the bathroom,and she can't fit in a bathtub or shower so her husband sponge bathes her.I was so upset with her perve husband.

By J on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 03:33 pm:

    oops sorry,did you get my e-mail Dave? My e-mail is fecked up.

By pez on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 06:23 pm:

    no, that's what filled my purse. and it's not big. i found a can of pepsi in there this morning...

    it'd be a lot easier if i had an apron with pockets...then it would be another storage object to store.

By dave. on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 07:05 pm:

    yes i got it. do they have a northwest operations?

By Hal on Thursday, December 7, 2000 - 07:06 pm:

    Thank you for the history of MUDs...

    No I do belive there is some sort of secret society but there is no way you can get in, I have my parents machine to use so I don't hit the lab often but everytime I do I see the same people at the same computers...

    I think its a cult.

By J on Friday, December 8, 2000 - 12:50 am:

    Dave,I'm not sure what you mean,they are located in Arizona,but yes,they are all over the state and you could live out of the valley,somewhere cooler.Sometimes Arizona is the coldest in the nation in some parts,and Agatha,your so good natured,they pay to begin with I think $11.00 an hour to start, for just answering phones at customer service,and they have daycare!I don't know what the cost of living is in Oregon,but compared to California,it's alot cheaper here.

By dave. on Friday, December 8, 2000 - 02:21 am:

    i'm not really prepared to move to arizona, yet. a friend of mine spent the summer in phoenix. he said it was unbelievably hot and the natives were hostile. he got out as soon as he could. it's funny because when he moved there, it was march and we were coming out of one of the worst, wettest, darkest winters i can remember. he was so excited. a month later, he was planning his next move.

    maybe that's just phoenix.

    thanks for thinking about my miserable ass.

By J on Friday, December 8, 2000 - 03:55 am:

    The summers are miserable here in the valley and Tuscon,but up north it's cool,people are skiing. And you have pools and airconditioning,I'm thinking about Agatha and Cleo's ass'es too:)

By Tom on Friday, December 8, 2000 - 06:01 am:

    heh. I actually considered going to Phoenix instead of Portland... a friend of mine lives there and says she loves it...

    except for the brown cloud. She wouldn't shut up about the brown cloud over phoenix.

    Needless to say, I didn't go.

By patrck on Friday, December 8, 2000 - 12:14 pm:

    the field of gay porn awaits you dave

By Tom on Saturday, December 9, 2000 - 03:31 am:

    Anyone up for starting a media empire?

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