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When you feel things starting to waver, bring up your genitalia.

Ekkssvvppllott wrote:When you feel things starting to waver, wave your genitalia in their face.

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Be polite, be professional, and don't ask them the same fucking questions that everyone else asks. Have your shit down cold before you start talking, get your knowledge straight, consider responses to their responses.

Two of my friends and I interviewed Grant Achatz. We talked to him about his philosophy on cooking-as-art, the economics of the restaurant, and his own sense of unease at a creative form that is limited in its audience to the well-off. Because we actually asked him stuff that he didn't spend all day talking about, he didn't resent dropping half an hour on some college kids.

Mark Hansen wrote:

Ekkssvvppllott wrote:When you feel things starting to waver, wave your genitalia in their face.

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That's actually what I meant by "bringing up" the genitalia.

And Bellulah, don't be fooled by all these earnest answers to your question -- they're besides the point...

In the end, it's all about genitals: who's got 'em and what they look like.

Ekkssvvppllott wrote:In the end, it's all about genitals: who's got 'em and what they look like.

This is unprofessional as all hell, but.....

There was a guy in my town that had three sons. The three sons were nondescript cow farmer guys. All three nondescript cow farmer guys went away to college and brought world-class talent home to marry. Dad died a few years ago, and it could not be ignored - and I say this supremely confident in my own heterosexuality and unconflicted about the fact that the dead human body is devoid of sexual context - his package was breathtaking. Frightening, even. The genetic gifts he bestowed upon his male offspring has altered his family's bloodline forever.

I'll probably delete this in a few minutes.

iembalm wrote:

Ekkssvvppllott wrote:In the end, it's all about genitals: who's got 'em and what they look like.

This is unprofessional as all hell, but.....

There was a guy in my town that had three sons. The three sons were nondescript cow farmer guys. All three nondescript cow farmer guys went away to college and brought world-class talent home to marry. Dad died a few years ago, and it could not be ignored - and I say this supremely confident in my own heterosexuality and unconflicted about the fact that the dead human body is devoid of sexual context - his package was breathtaking. Frightening, even. The genetic gifts he bestowed upon his male offspring has altered his family's bloodline forever.

I'll probably delete this in a few minutes.

Too late!

Oh. Yeah.

Dude just complimented a corpse's pecker. Fuckin wrong dude. Wrong.

steve wrote:Dude just complimented a corpse's pecker. Fuckin wrong dude. Wrong.

This is so wrong, iembalm deserves an EA award for wrongness.

steve wrote:Dude just complimented a corpse's pecker. Fuckin wrong dude. Wrong.

No, it's not wrong, it's...it's...PUNK ROCK!!