w-w-what? has that guy lost his noodles?
Sayjal sent me pics of herself as a Macy’s elf. I forwarded them to some of you. If you were left out and want to see her, lemme know.
They’re funny and cute because she looks like a disgruntled elf.
Huh. 2 guys just came into Old Timers wearing T-shirts and flip-flops.
send me disgruntled elf pics plz.
What? No “Fuck Christmas” on yr comp, Kev? ;)
On second glance, they’re more worn out elves than disgruntled, but whatever.
“putains de ongles!”? “mushroom whores?”
I thought Will Oldham’s stand-up gig was at Weed’s?
And no Jesse, I haven’t read Prep, but your enthusiastic recommendation makes me want to borrow it from Kr now.
I liked The Rules of Attraction. The best part was a fleeting reference to The Secret History, which didn’t even come out until five years later. (Bret Easton Ellis and Donna Tartt were friends at Bennington.) But I have a high tolerance for narratives about people being young and foolish.
that’s an unhappy elf.
I liked the fact that while this girl, a Midwesterner at an E. Coast prep school, felt like a big fat misfit, the preppies were rounded characters and not victimizers or spoiled rich kids. Of course you identify with the “poor” girl from South Bend, but you recognize that it is not the individual preppies who are making her feel alienated, but rather mostly her own consciousness of the class divide.
Someone read this so I won’t just sit here talking to myself about it.
courtney and I were talking about how we feel equal parts love and hate for the author (Curtis Sittenfeld is a female, by the way) for writing exactly how our minds work.
Loan me the book dude.
Huh, again. Some shit be going down in the bar part of OT’s.... There’s a lot of “We don’t give a FUCK. We don’t give a FUCK in America about blah blah blah” and some guy just stormed out cursing and another guy just stormed in and smacked himself on the face and now people are saying “Hey, buddy, you all right?” and the whole “don’t give a FUCK” is still going on.
xpost—the CPL will loan it to you, just as they did for me.
I am mad b/c I had planned on finishing it during my break (now) but I left it at home.
xpost That’ll never happen.
you don’t go to the library?
Nah. I tend to use My0pic as a library of sorts. Plus I’m not registered.
one of my best friends is a librarianat the logan square branch of cpl dan. of course she’s a children’s librarian but whatevs. oh, and her band is playing at the bottle for free on jan 8. of course they’re playing w/vee dee who were so bad last time i will likely bail early on the evening.
you don’t get U of C library privileges, Dan?
yeah, srsly, dude.
hey: anyone read house of leaves? It’s genuinely scary!
Bad Citizen Dan.
I’m so bored and tired. Going back to work feels like going to sit inside doing math homework while all the other kids get to go sledding. :(
xposts Oops! Forgot about that. Yeah, I do. I haven’t been by there in a while, because generally when I get out of work I want to get away from here as fast as possible. :)
I have never read House of Leaves. Is it as unaccessible as it sounds?
xpost (And that’s the same reason I don’t take advantage of the Ratner Center... I should really get over there instead of wasting $ paying for my gym.)
I hear that. but it does have lots of books.
xpost to Dan
dude, the Ratner Center is the best! it’s my favorite part of school. yes, I realize that is very sad.
Once I finish Prep I am going to read A Short History of the World because my knowledge of history is absolutely pathetic.
Actually, if anyone can recommend a history primer, that would be great. This seemed like a good choice, but if you’ve read something else that weighs in at around 400 pages and is very readable and helpful, I’d appreciate it.
It’s actually surprisingly accessible. Someone said on that graphic novel thread that it’s like a graphic novel w/o pictures. And that’s pretty much right. I think it’s very accessible.
dude, the Ratner Center is the best! it’s my favorite part of school. yes, I realize that is very sad.
Well, I’d be kind of bummed if you said the GSB or something like that.
Ha-ha: I went to the CPL and accidentally picked up another book with the title A Short History of the World and fortunately I thumbed through it before leaving with it and saw that the final sentence said something about “...and in the future more and more people will realize that Communism is synonymous with Progress.” Oops.
OMG who put the Muppets/John Denver Christmas album on the blog? I am going to download that bitch tonight and have instant flashbacks to being four years old. AWESOME.
Oh, forgot to say: Xmas mix = good, Otto!
those fuckers at the GSB get free coffee and other items of luxury. I resent them.
but seriously, I love the way Ratner looks like a big ship that got marooned on campus.
amanda put that muppets album up. the rolf song has me contemplating opening up my wrists.
Haha that’s totally how I have described it in the past, like it’s got a sail on it.
Yeah, I figured it was Amanda. CANNOT WAIT.
later chicago, be good to each other.
I just snoozed through Poltergeist 2 and now I’m going to finish making the changes to my paper while not really watching Amityville Horror 2. They were in the house less than five minutes and blood came out of the kitchen sink faucet.
Man, FEARnet is good for free terrible horror movies.
Whenever Kevin says, “Be good to each other,” I get that Journey song stuck in my head. Ohhhhhhh be good to yourselves!!!
Possessed brother and non-possessed sister talking in A-ville Horror 2:
Sis: You know what’s weird? I think mommy doesn’t want to make love to daddy anymore. I heard her crying. *pause* Why are you looking at me like that?
Bro: Because you’re beautiful. Let’s get on the bed.
After some more conversation...
Bro: Take off your nightgown.
Sis: What?
Bro: Just for a second.
Sis: Well, okay. Just for a second!
This movie is so bad!!!
Oh god, he just handed her her panties. Now they are making out.
Now she is confessing having gone “on the way” to a priest!!!!!
WTF?? I have never seen this movie, and now I know why not.
“All the way,” not “on the way.” Duh.
Well, she explained a little—see they live in a possessed house and the brother is possessed and they did it to make God angry. Also Burt Young is the abuse father of the family who likes to beat his wife and four children with a belt.
Also the acting is terrible.
Oh no! Mom just got clued in to her oldest two kids’ incestuous relationship! It’s like Flowers in the Attic except they are all brunette and Satan is their roommate.
LOLZ
It should be said that the original Amityville Horror was a real turd, too, so it’s not like they were bespoiling a classic here.
Well, everybody’s dead now. Movie over.
Oh wait no! There are still 30 minutes left! Well, this can only get better. I should have made some popcorn.
Or taken some Tums.
I’ve given you all the gift of Muppets and uncontrollable crying fits this Christmas season. It was not my intention to cause wrist-slicing, but if you had this record as a kid and can make it through the whole thing without crying, you’re a bigger wo/man than I am.
Because I just had a Grade-A sobbing fit. I can’t figure out why, either, I just did.
Sobbing triggered by the Muppets? Or just random sobbing? I woke up last night from a dream in which I was crying, and I was crying in real life.
Christmas sobbing is a tradition in my family.
I woke up last night from a dream in which I was crying, and I was crying in real life.
That’s better than me. I woke up from a dream in which I was having sex, and I just had soft sheets in real life.
A quote by Oscar de la Hoya brought on full-fledged tears. WTF.
I have never ever had a wet dream.
Neither have I. Just really dirty ones. I jerk off too much to release in my sleep.
I don’t even do that all that often. Sometimes I go for more than a week. Not many guys I know can claim anything close to the same.
Goddamit, this is a conversation about crying, not J/O.
haha Sorry.
Sobbing triggered by the Muppets?
What, this doesn’t happen to you? The only thing that allows me to listen to that album in the company of other people is the sequencing. Mercifully, a tearjerker is followed by a funny most of the time. But I’ve been known to burst into tears randomly throughout the whole album.
I thought/believed Muppets were real for a surprisingly long time. They were like Germany or Japan — I knew Germany and Japan existed, but I had never been there. Likewise, Muppets existed; I had just never seen one in person. But eventually I would, if I were in Muppet Country.
Can’t stop here, this is Muppet Country.
I don’t have sexy dreams, either, and a friend did once point out that you have to be repressed in some way for that kind of thing to break out in yr sleeping mind. And so.
I have sexy dreams, but not even in the height of teenaged hormone floods did I have an actual nocturnal emission.
i don’t remember my dreams but i would hope if they were good ones i would remember.
i would like to dream about muppets tonight. not a sad muppet dream nor a sexy muppet dream, something like going grocery shopping with grover or having beers with dr. teeth or watching football with rolf. just doing something normal only with a muppet.
I work with a guy who is 39 who says he has them a couple times a week even at his age.
Wet dreams seem like kind of a hassle, what with all the mess.
Amanda, I tried to download the Muppets album, but the link went to a page that said “delete this file?”
Wet dreams only happen if you’re not having regular wa(n)king emissions. I think I’ve had ONE.
Also I cried last night after getting a backrub.
I am living anecdotal evidence to counter the claim that sexy dreams result from insufficient waking sex/masturbating.
Lucky!
I don’t think anybody has made that claim. I have plenty of sexy dreams, they just never result in semen emanating from my penis.
*peep*
John is wrong according to what I know of the matter. 39 y.o. guy gets it regularly. Another guy (24, with a gf) has them a lot too.
And I am living proof of the opposite as well—holding off does not result in them either. But yeh, you can get off on a regular basis and still have nocturnal emissions.
So are wet dreams a function of physiology (too much semen), in which case there is no female analog? Or is it psychological, so that women have “wet dreams” if they orgasm in their sleep?
Wait. I don’t want to talk about this on the internet. I have a paper to finish. Goodbye forever.
“paper to finish”
i find your use of the double entendre particularly distasteful this early in the morning. repent, sinner.
something like going grocery shopping with grover or having beers with dr. teeth or watching football with rolf. just doing something normal only with a muppet.
That’s what it’s like in Muppet Country. You do normal things, only Muppets are there doing them with you. Sometimes a chicken flies through the air.
i want to move to muppet country.
in my head i’m singing neil young’s “sugar mountain” but replacing those words with “muppet country”. still works.
hahaha
Wait, now I need to hear that song to get it OUT OF MY HEAD
with the barkers and the colored balloons!
It’s so noisy at the fair, but all your friends are there.
Just close your eyes and make believe, and you can be anywhere.
I just read a really interesting series of articles about this photograph:
links to articles?
I didn’t want to link to it right away because I wanted to see what your first reaction to the photo is.
First reaction: still kinda surreal that 9/11 was such a beautiful day.
Second reaction: if you can’t tell that’s Williamsburg from the angle, you can tell from the hipsters.
It looks like it could have been photoshopped.
It did not occur to me that they were sitting there not caring about what had happened, because THAT WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE.
Yeah, I was going to suggest that the photo was altered, anyway.
It’s sort of fascinating, though, how much we rely on body language in a photo like this: if it only consisted of the two women on the right, there’s no way anyone would’ve accused the onlookers of callousness, because they look watchful, alert. It’s the fact that the one woman in the center is casually leaning back and the dude on the right is facing away from Manhattan that gives the potential impression of the whole party being all “la-dee-da” — despite the fact that she’s positioned like that to look at him and he’s positioned like that to look at everyone else, and presumably when they’re not talking to one another (i.e., many moments not captured in this photo), they’re casting their eyes across the river.
My biggest problem is that the bike appears to be floating.
holy shit. glad he’s okay.
WOW
do not get shot ez k thnx
chalk up livejournal to sites blocked at work. what’s up?
It’s EZ’s live journal:
So I almost got shot last night. I was standing in a bus shelter at the corner of Fulton and Damen around 9:30. I heard a little pop no louder than a firecracker from a passing car, and the middle of the three plexiglass panels at the back of the shelter shattered in a fraction of a second.
Here’s the rest:
My first thought was whether the car—red, something like a Jeep Cherokee—would come back around. Second thought was whether to get off of Damen (no cabs or anything nearby), but Fulton is nothing but loading docks and chainlink fences, nowhere to go really.
After five or 10 minutes a cab finally came by. The meter in the cab wasn’t working, the driver starts doing all different kinds of math, figuring out rates at a quarter-mile and how many blocks I wanted to go, and I didn’t want to listen anymore, just got out on Damen a block or two north of North and gave him a ten. Tried calling two of my oldest and closest friends, Geoff and Sarah G., who were on the phone with each other so didn’t pick up until I called back a few times. Geoff and I went to the Beat Kitchen, and I had a big plate of gumbo and a glass of Makers Mark and ice. There was what looked like a company holiday party going on in the back room, with a stage full of people singing some big finale. In the front bar, surf and Chet Atkins versions of Christmas songs. Closing up the tab, the bartender said my eyes looked normal again.
The good thing is this. On the way home, I was thinking about if the bullet had hit me, and thinking about if that had been the end. And I felt good about choices I had made and what I had done yesterday, last week, all this year, and more (something I don’t always feel day by day). For one, I had just been auditioning actors—I’m directing this obscure, tough-to-get-a-handle-on short play—and had a great time working with the actors on solving the play, and it was an engaging productive fun time. After auditioning 50 actors for my play and others, the casting director herself offered to read the scene, and she did great work and got the part. A good moment, and a good story. And that’s why I was down near Damen and Fulton to begin with—so if I’d gone, it would’ve been while on the job doing what I love.
Thought about a lot of good conversations and good times over the past day, month, year; thought about the good work done; felt good about the life I’ve lead, and glad still to be here.