Summertime and the Livin's Easy
Of Course:
Danmagtom: there is a horse in the olympics called special ed
Remember Those Nights:
CordialCactus: was last night garlic night, summers?
Summers Eve L: Tonight is cooking night.
Tha Day That You Grow Old:
Yossarian4now: so its come to this, me, sat afternoon hangover,
filling my days of the week pill thing
CordialCactus: ah, fun
Yossarian4now: its official, im old
Danmagtom: yoss... well that IS a major undertaking
CordialCactus: yoss... i dont think you're old until someone
else fills your days of the week pill thing
Danmagtom: baby ... let me fill your pill thingie
Summers Eve L: What did you do last night, Yoss?
Yossarian4now: went out with some friends to hear a band, got in like 6
Summers Eve L: haha Wow. Nice long night out.
Yossarian4now: eh
Yossarian4now: and yet no hangover, very cool
Epicures:
CordialCactus: i sent my kids and husband to grandma's.. went
to the store for limes, mint and rum... picked up some sushi
and had a me night....
Summers Eve L: I didn't drink enough for a hangover last night,
but tonight I'm making up for that.
Summers Eve L: Hell, I could use a stiff one right now even.
Summers Eve L: Did you make mojitos?
CordialCactus: i did... then switched to vodka and lemonade,
the mint kept clogging the straw
Summers Eve L: I love mojitos. Such a resfreshing summer drink.
Yossarian4now: eh
CordialCactus: the first one was good... the second i wasnt as
precise, apparently.. so it wasnt as ...well it looked like
backyard wading pool water after cutting the grass
Summers Eve L: I'm going shopping soon for the ingredients for
dinner tonight. Bleh.
CordialCactus: thats when i switched.. then the room was so
growly last night that i went to bed to read
Summers Eve L: I hate Saturday grocery shopping.
Summers Eve L: It's like busy mom cart derby.
CordialCactus: i remember you saying eggplant parm. and lasagna
(i think)
Summers Eve L: Correct!
Danmagtom: i cant handle a lot of sugar in my drink... my kamikazee
habit being the only exceptions.. but that i like for the limyness
Impatient Onion:
FoodSIut: what is "store stuff garlic"?
Summers Eve L: I am.
Summers Eve L: No I was in skates. I slipped in duck crap.
Summers Eve L: Seriously. Duck crap.
FoodSIut: what is store stuff garlic?
Danmagtom: lol summer.. sounds like my kind of injury
CordialCactus: i was formulating a duck crap reply.
but ive got nothing
Danmagtom: jaysus onion.. grocery store bought
Summers Eve L: This is the second fall that I have suffered from
my wheels sliding sideways in duck crap.
FoodSIut: where else can you buy garlic?
Summers Eve L: Luckily I was still wearing all my pads.
FoodSIut: an effing shoe store?
Yossarian4now: truck stop garlic
Danmagtom: summer.. my repeat accident is hitting rabbits on my bike
FoodSIut: truck stop wh*res, not truck stop garlic
Summers Eve L: Oh wow! haha
Yossarian4now: damn onion, that could explain a lot
CordialCactus: oh man.. how do the rabbits react?
Danmagtom: err onion... you never go to farmers markets?
roadside veggie stands?
Summers Eve L: Inbreeding could also explain a lot, but that's
another conversation all together.
CordialCactus: i mean.. are they dead rabbits
CordialCactus: or.. do they traipse away
Yossarian4now: garlic inbreeding
FoodSIut: err dan-gina, the only difference between a roadside
stand and a grocery store is one is hillbilly and one pays
union wages
Danmagtom: well... cord.. i have nightmares about them... they
always disappear by the time i get untangled and dusted off
Summers Eve L: haha They're vampire rabbits.
FoodSIut: it doesn't matter where you sell garlic
CordialCactus: ;p;
Yossarian4now: refill, brb
Danmagtom: i literally dream about them limping around in
the underbrush lol
Summers Eve L: Oh like watership down rabbits.
Danmagtom: yeah it does onion.. and i already said... you have
to know who the vendor is.. some are not local grown
FoodSIut: the err farmers market here has produce that is
crappier, drier, older, and err more expensive than chinatown
Danmagtom: yep.. some are terrible
Danmagtom: phoney
FoodSIut: just cuz you live the evil midwest
Summers Eve L: So like the buy their veggies at the grocery store
and then set up shop on the side of the road?
FoodSIut: where you only get fresh local produce two weeks a year
Danmagtom: i was terribly spoiled by michigan... yep
Limited Crush:
BinxB91: Ever had a crush on a co-worker?
JimJones912: i have
JimJones912: actually, this one girl's chest
Would You Like Volleyball on a Train, in the Rain?:
Uqtipie: why do the women wear little outfits to play
volley ball on the olympics
Uqtipie: men have to wear those shorts
Ooolijay: because that's the uniform
EmpressZ21: they are on a beach
DoomGrl: yeah the beach volley ball turned out to be one of the
top watched events. wonder why?
BinxB91: Uqtipie, so they can increase their sponsorships
MyStrat: uq, they were talking about that on the radio today...
its more an issue of comfort than anything else...less places
for sand to gather, and easier to move around
Uqtipie: i guess
MyStrat: uq, they had option to wear one piece, but they passed on it
Uqtipie: i dont like volley ball anyway
[... one lunchtime, Cardozo, mulling over popping the question
to his Worcestershire girlfriend, points out a beautiful woman
in the street. "I'll never be able to go up to her and ask her
out," he says, sounding dazed. Plainly the logical response is
to inquire of Cardozo exactly when was the last time (a) he asked
out a girl on the street, and (b) she said yes, and (c) he and
she went on to greater things; and in this way bring home to him
that he's being a dummy. I say no such thing, however. We are
in the realm not of logic but of wistfulness, and I must maintain
that wistfulness is a respectable, serious condition. How,
otherwise, to account for much of one's life?]
Bath Toys:
BD Radical84: Does anyone ever have scenarios go through your
head while you read your book while taking a bath?
Treeluva: i have scenarios go through my head without reading
a book.
ThePaIeRlDER: in the tub i concentrat on my pellet driven
submarine i got at walmart
Treeluva: my brain is like a hamster wheel... except it never
stops turning.
What Lies Beneath:
FoodSIut: Don't be fooled by the grotesque banal veneer of
Creepy's life, there is a slithering pool of weird raw
humanity just beneath it.
Donchya want me?:
Creepy Loner: And I once volunteered for something right after 9-11
...but the group didn't seem to actually exist. I never got a call...
Creepy Loner: Nothing.
Creepy Loner: [shrug]
Creepy Loner: Sleeper cell. They probably didn't want me.
The Joys of being Single:
BinxB91: "I will wash the dishes while you go have a beeeeer"
Creepy Loner: The joys of being single...you can have a beer and
do the dishes.
The Joys of being Married:
Lydiaparn8: I think I'm going to go watch AMW in the bedroom with
my darling husband.
[Not that long ago, at yet another gathering of familiars, our
host, an old friend of Rachel's named Matt, makes some remarks
about Tony Blair and his catastropic association with George W.
Bush, whom Matt describes as the embodiment of a distinctly
American strain of stupidity and fear. On this side of the
Atlantic, this is a commonplace judgement, so commonplace, in
fact, as to be of no real interest; but then the conversation
strays in a direction that's rare these days, to the events
synonymous with September 11, 2001. "Not such a big deal,"
Matt suggests, "when you think of everything that's happened
since"
He is referring to the numbers of Iraqi dead, and as a matter
of arithmetic I understand this argument, indeed must admit
it. He refers also to the dark amazement with which he and,
if my impression is correct, most of the rest of the world
have followed the various doings of the this American admin-
istration, and on this score I again have not the slightest
urge to contradict him. I speak up nonetheless.
"I think it was a big deal," I say, interrupting whatever
somebody is saying.
Matt looks at me for the first time that evening. It's an
awkward moment, because I look right back at him.
Rachel says unexpectedly, "He was there, Matt."
Out of the best intentions and acting as my loyal wife and
Englisher, she wants to accord me a privledged standing ---
that of survivor and eyewitness. I'd feel dishonest to
accept it. I've heard it said that the indiscriminate
nature of the attack transformed all of us on that island
into victims of attempted murder, but I'm not all that sure
that geographic proximity in the catastrophe confers this
status on me or anybody else. Let's not forget that when
it all happened I was rubbernecker in Midtown, watching the
same television images I'd have watched in Madagascar. I
knew only three of the dead, and then only slightly
(though well enough, in one case, to recognize his widow
and his son in the sandpit at Bleecker Playground). And
while it's true that family was displaced for a while,
so what? If ever, out of a wish to appear more interesting
or simply to make conversation, I'm tempted to place myself
closer to those events --- and, perhaps because I work in
the financial world and am easily imagined in a high tower,
some people assume I was closer to them --- I only have to
think of the waving little figures who were visible for a
while and then not.
I say, "That's not my point. I'm just saying. It was a big
deal."
"Well, of course," Matt says, his tone marking me out as a
nitpicker. "I'm not arguing with that."
"Good," I say, with as much abruptness as the situation
allows. "So we're in agreement."
Matt makes a pleasant concessionary face. Someone else
picks up the chatter, and everything goes back to normal.
However, I notice Matt leaning over and out of the corner
of his mouth muttering to one of his neighbors, who mutters
back. There is a secretive exchange of smiles.
For some reason, I am filled with rage.
I lean over to Rachel. I gesture with my eyes, Let's go.
Rachel has not followed what has happened. She looks sur-
prised when I stand up and put on my jacket. It's a sur-
prise for all, since we have not finsihed our roast
chicken.
"Come on, Hans, sit down," Matt says.
"Rachel, talk to him."
Rachel looks at her old friend and then at me. She stands
up. "Oh, piss off, Matt," she says, and waves good-bye to
everyone. It is quite a shocking moment, in the scheme of
things, and exhilarating. When we step out together in the
wet street, holding hands, there is a tang of glory in the
air.
Gratifyingly, Rachel doesn't ask me what exactly transpired.
But in the taxi home, there's an epilogue of sorts: my wife,
mooning out of the window at rainy Regent's Park, says, "God,
do you remember those sirens?" and still looking away, she
reaches for my hand and squeezes it.]
Wrap Your Head Around This:
IM0Kurknot: I heard Will Self talking about how much he likes
and respects Ellis. Which makes sense... they can both be
extremely dark in they idealism.
Creepy Loner: I am not quite wrapping my head around the idealism
you're talking about, IMO...care to go on?
IM0Kurknot: Sure Creepy... both Self and Ellis tend to be
extremely moralistic and their books take on an extremely ironic...
or... well, Swiftian view of the world. Sarcastic and metaphorical.
IM0Kurknot: AMerican Psycho is simply a book about making a
killing... a killing on Wall Street... a killing off of Wall Street
Creepy Loner: [smirks at FoodSlut]
One of those old creepy bald fat guys:
BD Radical84: J. Edgar Hoover or Alfred Hitchcock were to believed
to be homosexual
Quality TV:
Ooolijay: i saw a cops episode once where a homeless guy had a
dufflebag full of rocks he'd collected
Over-Paid:
PatientOnion3: aol pays me to stay in this chatroom and attract
eyes to the ads to the right
One-Night Stands?:
Ooolijay: how the fuck did i end up with 21 buddies
ParaMyrrh's Gig:
PatientOnion3: para, what is your occupation, rumors are spreading
PatientOnion3: giggolo?
PatientOnion3: pawnbroker?
PatientOnion3: crack dealer?
PatientOnion3: wall street banker?
ParaMyrrh: I write Obituaries for Tiger Beat
SemiLitterate: dead rockers, what a gig
ParaMyrrh: last one I did was for Heath Ledger I turned it into
a "Don't Do Drugs" or hang out with the Olsens
NASCAR:
ParaMyrrh: I was just telling Ooolijay has great the end of the
NASCAR race at Bristol was
CordialCactus: para, i wouldn't have guessed you were a watcher
of nascar
SemiLitterate: yup, guy leads 400 somethin laps and
finishes 2nd, sweet
ParaMyrrh: I love short track racing
ThePaIeRlDER: how could thew end of it be any greater then any
other race? the lead car flys past a flag, hardly innovative
CordialCactus: well.. i was happy for edwards and chuckled at
kyle's misfortune
ParaMyrrh: Semi and Kyle Busch angrily bumped Carl Edwards at
the end and Carl slows down then accelerates and knocks Busch
around
ThePaIeRlDER: poor edwards
SemiLitterate: once a punk, always a punk
SemiLitterate: but he can drive, I admit
PatientOnion3: Carl Edwards, the guy who cheated on his cancer wife
drives for nascar?
BinxB91: oh, NOT John Edwards
ParaMyrrh: Carl Edwards won and Kyle Busch was all bitter at
the end instead of being classy and saying, like #3 used to,
"That's racing"
Nishw15: no its the guy who's the voice of Jiminy Cricket
PatientOnion3: can't you spell?
Nishw15: ...no wait a minute, that's Cliff Edwards and he's dead
Sounds Like a Double Entendre:
Anais3233: have you ever seen footage of a giant squid beak?
ThePaIeRlDER: i have seen big squids diving anais
Creepy Loner: I've seen variations on that kind of theme, Anais
...but I'm just down with the tentacles...and with OPP.
Anais3233: do they ever have squid beak vaginas?
ParaMyrrh: who's down with OPP?!
ParaMyrrh: Yeah you know me!
Hostage Situation:
Anais3233: "I HAVE A SQUIDBEAK IN MY VAGINA AND I'M NOT AFRAID
TO USE IT!"
Anais3233: by mistake
Break for Crabs:
Godwit935: NASCAR in Book Shelf. What's next, professional wrestling?
CordialCactus: godwit, i would think that you would appreciate
a certain aspect of nascar.. years ago they would yell, throw thing,
and cuss..you know, manful things.. now the man has them behaving
politically correct
Odds and Ends:
NoraMcKee525: we have a lot of vietnamese baptists here
Anais3233: i bought five pounds of pickling cucumbers
Folklegend Redux: i stopped caring in 1997
Chokable People:
Anais3233: i got the sesame street thing btw
NoraMcKee525: WHAT SESAME STREET THING ANAIS
CordialCactus: there is an old fashioned sesame street
fischer price little people set that anais wants/wanted
NoraMcKee525: on ebay?
CordialCactus: with the chokable people.. way cooler than the
new stuff
DinosoreVagina: she kept bidding on it
CordialCactus: on ebay
Anais3233: i bought the vintage fisher price little people
sesame street clubhouse
Anais3233:and some elmo underwear
Teach Your Children Well:
NoraMcKee525: i made a teacher pull me down the hall on a dolly
NoraMcKee525: she crashed me into the wall
Well I write it and I'M Upset:
Anais3233: BINX i read katy tried, and i'm really upset
Of Course:
Danmagtom: there is a horse in the olympics called special ed
Remember Those Nights:
CordialCactus: was last night garlic night, summers?
Summers Eve L: Tonight is cooking night.
Tha Day That You Grow Old:
Yossarian4now: so its come to this, me, sat afternoon hangover,
filling my days of the week pill thing
CordialCactus: ah, fun
Yossarian4now: its official, im old
Danmagtom: yoss... well that IS a major undertaking
CordialCactus: yoss... i dont think you're old until someone
else fills your days of the week pill thing
Danmagtom: baby ... let me fill your pill thingie
Summers Eve L: What did you do last night, Yoss?
Yossarian4now: went out with some friends to hear a band, got in like 6
Summers Eve L: haha Wow. Nice long night out.
Yossarian4now: eh
Yossarian4now: and yet no hangover, very cool
Epicures:
CordialCactus: i sent my kids and husband to grandma's.. went
to the store for limes, mint and rum... picked up some sushi
and had a me night....
Summers Eve L: I didn't drink enough for a hangover last night,
but tonight I'm making up for that.
Summers Eve L: Hell, I could use a stiff one right now even.
Summers Eve L: Did you make mojitos?
CordialCactus: i did... then switched to vodka and lemonade,
the mint kept clogging the straw
Summers Eve L: I love mojitos. Such a resfreshing summer drink.
Yossarian4now: eh
CordialCactus: the first one was good... the second i wasnt as
precise, apparently.. so it wasnt as ...well it looked like
backyard wading pool water after cutting the grass
Summers Eve L: I'm going shopping soon for the ingredients for
dinner tonight. Bleh.
CordialCactus: thats when i switched.. then the room was so
growly last night that i went to bed to read
Summers Eve L: I hate Saturday grocery shopping.
Summers Eve L: It's like busy mom cart derby.
CordialCactus: i remember you saying eggplant parm. and lasagna
(i think)
Summers Eve L: Correct!
Danmagtom: i cant handle a lot of sugar in my drink... my kamikazee
habit being the only exceptions.. but that i like for the limyness
Impatient Onion:
FoodSIut: what is "store stuff garlic"?
Summers Eve L: I am.
Summers Eve L: No I was in skates. I slipped in duck crap.
Summers Eve L: Seriously. Duck crap.
FoodSIut: what is store stuff garlic?
Danmagtom: lol summer.. sounds like my kind of injury
CordialCactus: i was formulating a duck crap reply.
but ive got nothing
Danmagtom: jaysus onion.. grocery store bought
Summers Eve L: This is the second fall that I have suffered from
my wheels sliding sideways in duck crap.
FoodSIut: where else can you buy garlic?
Summers Eve L: Luckily I was still wearing all my pads.
FoodSIut: an effing shoe store?
Yossarian4now: truck stop garlic
Danmagtom: summer.. my repeat accident is hitting rabbits on my bike
FoodSIut: truck stop wh*res, not truck stop garlic
Summers Eve L: Oh wow! haha
Yossarian4now: damn onion, that could explain a lot
CordialCactus: oh man.. how do the rabbits react?
Danmagtom: err onion... you never go to farmers markets?
roadside veggie stands?
Summers Eve L: Inbreeding could also explain a lot, but that's
another conversation all together.
CordialCactus: i mean.. are they dead rabbits
CordialCactus: or.. do they traipse away
Yossarian4now: garlic inbreeding
FoodSIut: err dan-gina, the only difference between a roadside
stand and a grocery store is one is hillbilly and one pays
union wages
Danmagtom: well... cord.. i have nightmares about them... they
always disappear by the time i get untangled and dusted off
Summers Eve L: haha They're vampire rabbits.
FoodSIut: it doesn't matter where you sell garlic
CordialCactus: ;p;
Yossarian4now: refill, brb
Danmagtom: i literally dream about them limping around in
the underbrush lol
Summers Eve L: Oh like watership down rabbits.
Danmagtom: yeah it does onion.. and i already said... you have
to know who the vendor is.. some are not local grown
FoodSIut: the err farmers market here has produce that is
crappier, drier, older, and err more expensive than chinatown
Danmagtom: yep.. some are terrible
Danmagtom: phoney
FoodSIut: just cuz you live the evil midwest
Summers Eve L: So like the buy their veggies at the grocery store
and then set up shop on the side of the road?
FoodSIut: where you only get fresh local produce two weeks a year
Danmagtom: i was terribly spoiled by michigan... yep
Limited Crush:
BinxB91: Ever had a crush on a co-worker?
JimJones912: i have
JimJones912: actually, this one girl's chest
Would You Like Volleyball on a Train, in the Rain?:
Uqtipie: why do the women wear little outfits to play
volley ball on the olympics
Uqtipie: men have to wear those shorts
Ooolijay: because that's the uniform
EmpressZ21: they are on a beach
DoomGrl: yeah the beach volley ball turned out to be one of the
top watched events. wonder why?
BinxB91: Uqtipie, so they can increase their sponsorships
MyStrat: uq, they were talking about that on the radio today...
its more an issue of comfort than anything else...less places
for sand to gather, and easier to move around
Uqtipie: i guess
MyStrat: uq, they had option to wear one piece, but they passed on it
Uqtipie: i dont like volley ball anyway
[... one lunchtime, Cardozo, mulling over popping the question
to his Worcestershire girlfriend, points out a beautiful woman
in the street. "I'll never be able to go up to her and ask her
out," he says, sounding dazed. Plainly the logical response is
to inquire of Cardozo exactly when was the last time (a) he asked
out a girl on the street, and (b) she said yes, and (c) he and
she went on to greater things; and in this way bring home to him
that he's being a dummy. I say no such thing, however. We are
in the realm not of logic but of wistfulness, and I must maintain
that wistfulness is a respectable, serious condition. How,
otherwise, to account for much of one's life?]
Bath Toys:
BD Radical84: Does anyone ever have scenarios go through your
head while you read your book while taking a bath?
Treeluva: i have scenarios go through my head without reading
a book.
ThePaIeRlDER: in the tub i concentrat on my pellet driven
submarine i got at walmart
Treeluva: my brain is like a hamster wheel... except it never
stops turning.
What Lies Beneath:
FoodSIut: Don't be fooled by the grotesque banal veneer of
Creepy's life, there is a slithering pool of weird raw
humanity just beneath it.
Donchya want me?:
Creepy Loner: And I once volunteered for something right after 9-11
...but the group didn't seem to actually exist. I never got a call...
Creepy Loner: Nothing.
Creepy Loner: [shrug]
Creepy Loner: Sleeper cell. They probably didn't want me.
The Joys of being Single:
BinxB91: "I will wash the dishes while you go have a beeeeer"
Creepy Loner: The joys of being single...you can have a beer and
do the dishes.
The Joys of being Married:
Lydiaparn8: I think I'm going to go watch AMW in the bedroom with
my darling husband.
[Not that long ago, at yet another gathering of familiars, our
host, an old friend of Rachel's named Matt, makes some remarks
about Tony Blair and his catastropic association with George W.
Bush, whom Matt describes as the embodiment of a distinctly
American strain of stupidity and fear. On this side of the
Atlantic, this is a commonplace judgement, so commonplace, in
fact, as to be of no real interest; but then the conversation
strays in a direction that's rare these days, to the events
synonymous with September 11, 2001. "Not such a big deal,"
Matt suggests, "when you think of everything that's happened
since"
He is referring to the numbers of Iraqi dead, and as a matter
of arithmetic I understand this argument, indeed must admit
it. He refers also to the dark amazement with which he and,
if my impression is correct, most of the rest of the world
have followed the various doings of the this American admin-
istration, and on this score I again have not the slightest
urge to contradict him. I speak up nonetheless.
"I think it was a big deal," I say, interrupting whatever
somebody is saying.
Matt looks at me for the first time that evening. It's an
awkward moment, because I look right back at him.
Rachel says unexpectedly, "He was there, Matt."
Out of the best intentions and acting as my loyal wife and
Englisher, she wants to accord me a privledged standing ---
that of survivor and eyewitness. I'd feel dishonest to
accept it. I've heard it said that the indiscriminate
nature of the attack transformed all of us on that island
into victims of attempted murder, but I'm not all that sure
that geographic proximity in the catastrophe confers this
status on me or anybody else. Let's not forget that when
it all happened I was rubbernecker in Midtown, watching the
same television images I'd have watched in Madagascar. I
knew only three of the dead, and then only slightly
(though well enough, in one case, to recognize his widow
and his son in the sandpit at Bleecker Playground). And
while it's true that family was displaced for a while,
so what? If ever, out of a wish to appear more interesting
or simply to make conversation, I'm tempted to place myself
closer to those events --- and, perhaps because I work in
the financial world and am easily imagined in a high tower,
some people assume I was closer to them --- I only have to
think of the waving little figures who were visible for a
while and then not.
I say, "That's not my point. I'm just saying. It was a big
deal."
"Well, of course," Matt says, his tone marking me out as a
nitpicker. "I'm not arguing with that."
"Good," I say, with as much abruptness as the situation
allows. "So we're in agreement."
Matt makes a pleasant concessionary face. Someone else
picks up the chatter, and everything goes back to normal.
However, I notice Matt leaning over and out of the corner
of his mouth muttering to one of his neighbors, who mutters
back. There is a secretive exchange of smiles.
For some reason, I am filled with rage.
I lean over to Rachel. I gesture with my eyes, Let's go.
Rachel has not followed what has happened. She looks sur-
prised when I stand up and put on my jacket. It's a sur-
prise for all, since we have not finsihed our roast
chicken.
"Come on, Hans, sit down," Matt says.
"Rachel, talk to him."
Rachel looks at her old friend and then at me. She stands
up. "Oh, piss off, Matt," she says, and waves good-bye to
everyone. It is quite a shocking moment, in the scheme of
things, and exhilarating. When we step out together in the
wet street, holding hands, there is a tang of glory in the
air.
Gratifyingly, Rachel doesn't ask me what exactly transpired.
But in the taxi home, there's an epilogue of sorts: my wife,
mooning out of the window at rainy Regent's Park, says, "God,
do you remember those sirens?" and still looking away, she
reaches for my hand and squeezes it.]
Wrap Your Head Around This:
IM0Kurknot: I heard Will Self talking about how much he likes
and respects Ellis. Which makes sense... they can both be
extremely dark in they idealism.
Creepy Loner: I am not quite wrapping my head around the idealism
you're talking about, IMO...care to go on?
IM0Kurknot: Sure Creepy... both Self and Ellis tend to be
extremely moralistic and their books take on an extremely ironic...
or... well, Swiftian view of the world. Sarcastic and metaphorical.
IM0Kurknot: AMerican Psycho is simply a book about making a
killing... a killing on Wall Street... a killing off of Wall Street
Creepy Loner: [smirks at FoodSlut]
One of those old creepy bald fat guys:
BD Radical84: J. Edgar Hoover or Alfred Hitchcock were to believed
to be homosexual
Quality TV:
Ooolijay: i saw a cops episode once where a homeless guy had a
dufflebag full of rocks he'd collected
Over-Paid:
PatientOnion3: aol pays me to stay in this chatroom and attract
eyes to the ads to the right
One-Night Stands?:
Ooolijay: how the fuck did i end up with 21 buddies
ParaMyrrh's Gig:
PatientOnion3: para, what is your occupation, rumors are spreading
PatientOnion3: giggolo?
PatientOnion3: pawnbroker?
PatientOnion3: crack dealer?
PatientOnion3: wall street banker?
ParaMyrrh: I write Obituaries for Tiger Beat
SemiLitterate: dead rockers, what a gig
ParaMyrrh: last one I did was for Heath Ledger I turned it into
a "Don't Do Drugs" or hang out with the Olsens
NASCAR:
ParaMyrrh: I was just telling Ooolijay has great the end of the
NASCAR race at Bristol was
CordialCactus: para, i wouldn't have guessed you were a watcher
of nascar
SemiLitterate: yup, guy leads 400 somethin laps and
finishes 2nd, sweet
ParaMyrrh: I love short track racing
ThePaIeRlDER: how could thew end of it be any greater then any
other race? the lead car flys past a flag, hardly innovative
CordialCactus: well.. i was happy for edwards and chuckled at
kyle's misfortune
ParaMyrrh: Semi and Kyle Busch angrily bumped Carl Edwards at
the end and Carl slows down then accelerates and knocks Busch
around
ThePaIeRlDER: poor edwards
SemiLitterate: once a punk, always a punk
SemiLitterate: but he can drive, I admit
PatientOnion3: Carl Edwards, the guy who cheated on his cancer wife
drives for nascar?
BinxB91: oh, NOT John Edwards
ParaMyrrh: Carl Edwards won and Kyle Busch was all bitter at
the end instead of being classy and saying, like #3 used to,
"That's racing"
Nishw15: no its the guy who's the voice of Jiminy Cricket
PatientOnion3: can't you spell?
Nishw15: ...no wait a minute, that's Cliff Edwards and he's dead
Sounds Like a Double Entendre:
Anais3233: have you ever seen footage of a giant squid beak?
ThePaIeRlDER: i have seen big squids diving anais
Creepy Loner: I've seen variations on that kind of theme, Anais
...but I'm just down with the tentacles...and with OPP.
Anais3233: do they ever have squid beak vaginas?
ParaMyrrh: who's down with OPP?!
ParaMyrrh: Yeah you know me!
Hostage Situation:
Anais3233: "I HAVE A SQUIDBEAK IN MY VAGINA AND I'M NOT AFRAID
TO USE IT!"
Anais3233: by mistake
Break for Crabs:
Godwit935: NASCAR in Book Shelf. What's next, professional wrestling?
CordialCactus: godwit, i would think that you would appreciate
a certain aspect of nascar.. years ago they would yell, throw thing,
and cuss..you know, manful things.. now the man has them behaving
politically correct
Odds and Ends:
NoraMcKee525: we have a lot of vietnamese baptists here
Anais3233: i bought five pounds of pickling cucumbers
Folklegend Redux: i stopped caring in 1997
Chokable People:
Anais3233: i got the sesame street thing btw
NoraMcKee525: WHAT SESAME STREET THING ANAIS
CordialCactus: there is an old fashioned sesame street
fischer price little people set that anais wants/wanted
NoraMcKee525: on ebay?
CordialCactus: with the chokable people.. way cooler than the
new stuff
DinosoreVagina: she kept bidding on it
CordialCactus: on ebay
Anais3233: i bought the vintage fisher price little people
sesame street clubhouse
Anais3233:and some elmo underwear
Teach Your Children Well:
NoraMcKee525: i made a teacher pull me down the hall on a dolly
NoraMcKee525: she crashed me into the wall
Well I write it and I'M Upset:
Anais3233: BINX i read katy tried, and i'm really upset