Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:I later called his receptionist (also his wife--and I had their daughter in class once) and told her to plead with Tim to come out by Thursday because a "famous poet" was coming to read and would be staying at my house. I'd already prepped Josh on the toilet situation, but when we arrived at my house and entered the bathroom as I was giving him the grand tour, we discovered a gleaming new commode in place of the one that, as Tim had told me, had been manufactured in 1973.

I think I would go see a band called the New Commodes.

Maybe it's the pain of my swollen, purple ankle talking, but the image of you using "the poet excuse" is hi-larious.

I must try this with my super sometime.

BadComrade wrote:

burun wrote:Maybe it's the pain of my swollen, purple ankle talking...

Did you post why your ankle is purple in this thread somewhere?

In another thread I complained about it.

That was a detail of yesterday: me taking a misstep in the Times Square subway station after my late-shift at the darkroom. Tired, cranky, and smelling of fixer and dektol, I walked into the throng of after-theater goers and snotty teenagers.

Either I slipped on a Metrocard, or my shoe landed askew or something like that, but basically I sprained my ankle with an audience of about 100 people waiting in line to get a Metrocard from the booth.

What made it worse was that I had to stand on the subway all the way home.

When it gets really purple you can be sure I will post a photo here.

My mum said she's gonna try get a fresh duck ordered for me to cook for Christmas dinner.

I'm drinking Sprite now at work because I drink too many beer yesterday's nite

Barbo wrote:I just went on a date. It was the first in quite a few months. Now I am a giddy little boy.

Jon

salut!
now it's my turn, godamnit!


edit: so good

I just sat down at the coffee shop a few blocks from my apartment. It's the only place I can really get to on my bike, and on my days off I sit up here and do some interwebsing to pass the time.

First let me give you some background:
I live on the town square of historic Marietta, GA. A place not unlike many other southern towns, except arguably the richest (and most corrupt) such town in the counties surrounding metro Atlanta. There are approximately six or eight $10 million churches in, say, a 6 block square - the rest of the square consists of fairly expensive restaurants, a few redneck bars, a small park, the county courthouse, and about 25 overpriced antique shops. Patrons of our square's commercial offerings are most usually old white folks with old money, lawyers, Christians, and the occasional misguided teenager in a Slipknot shirt.

So anyway, it's Sunday afternoon, and I go to sit in my normal little covey to do my interwebsing, and there's a scrabble board left out from last night. On the board someone had spelled out the following:

LIBERALS
ARE
LOST

i jst just reminded by jons post in the jools holland thread about my dream last night. i was having trouble dropping off but at some point i did and at a point in my dream i walked into a hall and there were loads of dwarves dressed as santas little helpers and they all cheered when i ran in. there had just been a rock school style lesson going on...i can't remember what heppened next...i was wearing a really cool red dress....i think people from jackass were there but not being assholes...

I took this photo of some oblique written fun in an alleyway off Shelton Street in Covent Garden this lunchtime. The whole thing was about thirty feet long.

Songs on a spider-web sitar!

That is a pretty great fragment right there.

I wish I were in London right now.

wiggins wrote:So anyway, it's Sunday afternoon, and I go to sit in my normal little covey to do my interwebsing, and there's a scrabble board left out from last night. On the board someone had spelled out the following:

LIBERALS
ARE
LOST

Wow.
Marietta = Cobb County = Denial of evolutionary theory. Come down to Decatur Wiggins, we're not as nutty here.

SO, my grandmother is away on a trip and I checked her house the other day and definitely smelled gas. My mom just called and the gas guy found not one but TWO gas leaks in the house. Perhaps this is why my grandma acts a little loopy at times? I am glad the leaks will be fixed. Kind of scary actually.