I got nothing for Christmas from my employers. How’s that? NADA.
Hey I think we’re going to Jordan’s show on Sat., if anyone is totally psyched to MEET MY PARENTS.
And I know you all are.
BOWLING?? OK you win.
haha I know! Best Christmas party venue ever.
Still workin’ on going to the Friday show... dinner at Jin Ju beforehand, for sure.
I’m psyched. John, I’m still working out my Friday plans but what is the name of that restaurant again?
(what/where is Jin Ju?)
All I know is that I’m going to try and avoid stuffing myself at Fiesta Mexicana yet again.
Jin Ju = Korean BBQ as far as I know, @ Clark/Foster or thereabouts. I’ve got all these peeps coming through town on the way home for Xmas, and we’re all going out for dinner on Friday. If there is sufficent motivation among us, some or all will head over to the Green Mill afterwards.
Rumor has it that I get a Cross pen for Christmas from work BUT I quit on Monday and then didn’t go to the work party yesterday so maybe I don’t get one. That is okay though—I don’t like Cross pens. They are too skinny and heavy to be nice to write with and too ubiquitous to signify lawyerly professionalism.
I spent about an hour this morning trying to buy magazines to read on the plan tomorrow but most loop booksellers and newstands don’t carry what I want to read. Hmph.
Well, the Borders on State probably did but the line was disgustingly long and I just can’t wait in it, on principle.
I did get to watch ABC7 do the news, though!
I like Jin Ju. I wonder if the “best waiter in Chicago” (per Chicago magazine) still works there, because I saw him at Simon’s the other night. I forget his name. Jeff or Jenny or Jesse would probably know. He looks like Mr. Clean.
Jordan — the restaurant is Glenn’s Diner at 1820 W. Montrose. I’ll be there at 7, it’ll be a party of 4 to 6 folks.
i get nothing for the holidays at work. there can’t be any parties or sanctioned gift giving here anyway.
amanda, i totally would’ve bought that thing you linked to but it wouldn’t arrive on time even with 1 day shipping so i found something else somewhere else. thanks for the suggestion though, i truly do appreciate it.
is there anything going on this weekend? i figure i’m probably going on a four day bender if i can find a bar open on xmas day.
Actually, Jordan, let me know if you’re definitely coming, because I’m going to make a reservation tomorrow. I will say, though: Kr might not come (she’s still deciding), and I don’t think you’ll know anyone else.
John, are there good veg. options at Jin Ju? My sister doesn’t eat teh meats.
Yes! There are a some delicious vegetarian offerings at Jin Ju. There’s one that’s a bowl of rice and vegetables with an egg on top and you mix it all up and it’s great. It’s not Bi Bim Bap because that has beef in it, but it’s the same principle.
xpost—that waiter worked at Simon’s and Svea for awhile and then got fired, I think! Or at least I seem to recall him telling me that. But I was probably drunk, so who knows. His name is Sh@ne.
Okay John. I should probably say no, since I don’t know if I’m giving someone a ride yet. I would be fine wandering around or reading at a coffeeshop anyway.
His name is Sh@ne.
Of course it is.
Yes, Sh@ne. He was behind the bar at Simon’s no more than two weeks ago.
And Jenny is teh correct about vegetarian offerings. This is what I get whenever I go:
San Chae Bi Bim Bap rice topped with bean sprouts, spinach, carrots, shitake mushrooms, shredded raddish, sweet potato stems, red leaf lettuce, fried egg and a spicy red pepper pastre sauec. soybean paste soup served on the side
Word, Jordan. No prob.
What do you wanna read, Jenny?
We went to the library last night to get books for the train. I will be reading about vanilla and a mystery novel involving orchid enthusiasts.
My holy grail magazine is Off Our Backs because there’s an article in the current about women in the loony fundamentalist “Quiverfull” movement written by a blogger that I like, but the odds of me finding that anywhere besides Women and Children First are pretty slim, I realize. I thought Unabridged might have it, but they don’t. The other one I want is Harper’s and I should be able to find that anywhere!
San Chae Bi Bim! That’s it. I highly recommend it. Super delicious.
DO you guys know that you can look at the menu for pretty much every restaurant in Chicago at Menupages.com? Well, you can.
waht is quiverfull
Menupages can be useful but I have seen some pretty glaring errors in their menus. Mostly spelling-related, but still.
yeah, what the farg you talkin about? is that like lady archers for sexual equality?
“our quivers are full and our arrows are pointed at the patriarchy”
oops. quite the opposite i guess. their quivers are full of eggs.
oops. quite the opposite i guess. their quivers are full of eggsBLESSINGS FROM GOD.
That photo looks creepily like a lot of the fundie familes (apostolic lutheran) from where I grew up, except they don’t all have blond hair. The biggest one I ever heard of had 24 chilluns. TWENTY FOUR
The woman in that photo was actually giving birth as the picture was being taken. They didn’t notice until they were packing up to leave.
haha
Sounds like Orthodox Jews.
Btw I watched my replacement copy of Trembling before G-d last night. It was very good, if not quite as revelatory as I hoped.
http://womensspace.wordpress.com/
That’s the blogger who wrote the article. She was a Quiverfull mom and has eleven kids. She used to run a fairly popular homeschooling magazine. After a harrowing escape from an abusive husband she was excommunicated by the church and started writing feminist articles for a variety of publications. She seems like a really interesting person. Too bad I can’t get up to A-ville to Women & Children First before we leave for DE.
Word on the streets is that my uncle only had relations with my aunt three times, resulting in their three children. Is that quiverfull?
I got my family Christmas cards last night. The annual family letters were depressing. The only ‘godsend’ was that no one mentioned Christ’s blood this year. They must have just forgotten.
One family’s letters always begin with something like, “It has been another trying year for our family, full of challenges and sadness, but the Lord is with us still.” The other family writes things like, “We are so blessed that both of our sons are Christians! And we are doubly blessed that they have found wonderful, loving Christian wives! The Lord provideth!...”
I prefer the latter, I guess.
Is that quiverfull?
My understanding is that quiverfull would require them to have as much sex as is necessary to keep the kids constantly coming until the woman hits menopause.
My understanding is that quiverfull would require them to have as much sex as is necessary to keep the kids constantly coming until the woman hits menopause.
holy crap, time to bust out one of my favorite sayings... “IT’S A VAGINA, NOT A CLOWN CAR!”
If only Flickr was not blocked for you at work you would see that we’ve already covered that one.
lol I was just going to say that
aw fudge.
But still, it was Kevin’s invocation of the phrase that gave me the mental image of a vagina as one of those magician tricks where the continuous string of handkerchiefs is pulled out of the guy’s sleeve. Priceless.
Didn’t someone post a YouTube of a woman doing exactly that at the Juste Pour Rire festival?
Though I’ve never seen or heard of it until now, considering this is the internets, I’m going to say “yes”.
i am crashing hard into my post-lunch coma, the 16 ounces of coffee is not helping. i would seriously pay $100 to go sleep in a bed right now.
The video was this woman pulling a scarf from a piece of clothing and then taking it off until she got down to nothing and then she pulled a scarf out of her va-jay-jay. It was pretty cool. I saw it on Metafilter where the thread immediately devolved into a discussion about whether the woman was attractive enough to dare to take her clothes off in public.
xpost—that’s it!
This just makes me more pissed no-one made it to the Fourth of July flag-out-of-the-ass thing.
Psalm 127:3–5
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD,
And the fruit of the womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man;
So are children of the youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them
“Children of the youth”... Does this advocate teen pregnancy?
This just makes me more pissed no-one made it to the Fourth of July flag-out-of-the-ass thing.
I know! Me, too.
Have fun on your trip if I don’t talk to you before you leave, Jenny!
Hey, thanks! Same to you!
I am all kinds of ready for a 12/28 Thirsty Thursday if anybody has any post-holiday energy left. I miss my pals!
Yes, yes, and yes. I will be rolling back into town that day.
Oh guess what? I agreed to go to CHURCH with my mother on Christmas Eve. I haven’t been to church for anything other than a wedding in yeeeeeaaars. I think halfway through the sermon I should stand up and throw the hymnal down and yell, “Man, this is bullshit!” and then leave.
We aren’t getting back until late on the 30th, but we need New Years plans. We should create some sort of wacky New Years tradition.
Have fun with that!
nye i’m going to the bottle. i think i could easily be talked into TT on the 28th. in fact i think i just was talked into TT on the 28th.
Hey, we just had a work “Naugthy/Nice” Xmas drawing. I got a $50 gift certificate for C35!
NYE is so tough. Right about now I am ready for ANYTHING but by the time the 31st rolls around I just want to hide from people and go to bed by 10.
What is C35?
the restaurant where I work
the “Naugthy” bag was for over-21 people, the “Nice” for the under-21ers.
Other gifts: a bottle of ketchup, a magnum of good Chardonnay, fifths of vodka, tequila, Hennessey.
Yes, I am a dumbnuts.
And free stays at the Sheraton, Hilton, and Hotel Burnh@m.
So a restaurant gift certificate is “naughty”?
Well, depends on what you do with it.
By that I meant that you could buy booze—not, say, stick it in your cooze.
That’s a lot of good stuff right THAR!
JENNY and KENAN:
I have your belongings! I want to give them back. let’s make this happen. Also, I want to see Kenan’s apt.
Oh, and Kenan: did you by chance take with you a box filled with my winter clothes? (Gap jacket, knit gloves, scarves, sweater.) It is not longer present, chez moi.
What belongings? If you want to give things back, you have to come to our apt. tonight.
later chicago, keep yourselves safe.
OK, so as I said to Jenny on GIM: “EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!”
I was on the train this morning, on the phone when I saw a woman who I thought was a coworker. I nodded, waved and gave her a big exaggerated facial expression. She did not respond, and I realized that she was not a coworker, but someone who could be her sister.
Since we’re in a big city, I thought I would probably never see her again, but now here I sit in Argo tea and she’s standing right in front of me and she gave me a second glance.
Actually, what he said was:
Jesse: EEEK
EEEEEK
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
EEEEEEEEEEEK
EEK
EEEEEEEek
EEEEEEEEEEK
EEEEEEEEEEK
eeek
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
OMG, EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
OMG: EEEEEEEEEEK; EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
(EEEEEEEEEK!)
did you by chance take with you a box filled with my winter clothes?
I’d have noticed that. I have no boxes. I do have a sweater of yours, and The Office on DVD, and a couple other things. Oh, the blanket. I have a blanket.
I totally snuck out of the Xmas party to keep from having to do cleanup bullshit. Bowling was way fun, though. I bowled better than I ever have before. 124!
And my work buddy Shannon sang in the lounge area. (This was at Lucky Strike inside the AMC complex on Illinois — you know that one? Nice place.) Anyway, she has a beautiful Diana Krall-like jazz singing voice. I kept requesting sad songs. I felt that her voice was being wasted on “Frosty the Snowman” and other such pap. I wanted her to do “Mood Indigo,” but she wouldn’t. I did get a nice slow version of “But Not For Me” out of her, though.
I went to bed late last night and Jeff was already asleep, all curled up and adorable and snoozing away and I got into bed to read for a few minutes and I was reading and the house was quiet and Jeff was sleeping like a lamb and then he yelled: JACKBALLS! and then he kept on sleeping.
DRUNK @ WORK
APPLAUSE
Awww I got my Cross pen and pencil set along with a cute little speech about how great lawyers need to either play golf, drink scotch, or have a cross pen and pencil set and the boss doesn’t play golf or drink scotch but he does have a cross pen and he wants me to be a great lawyer. It was totally canned but really sweet.
JACKBALLS!?
I believe this should be a new experimental curse, in the tradition of “bitchcakes.” Start dropping it into conversation and see if it catches on.
“So then he says to me, ‘No way,’ really rude. And I went jackballs on him.”
Sometimes I talk in my sleep and wake myself up. I never remember what I was saying, though.
A STEADY DIET OF GLOGG FOR 2 HOURS GOES FAR, EH?
heh.
I had two beers.
They were free, though, so they were extra delicious.
Apparently we are released from work at 2 on Friday, which is good as I have yet to obtain several important Xmas presents.
I have had the chance to hear a lot of Xmas songs lately and I have been thinkning:
I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUSE.
A kid sees her mother kissing and tickling Father Christmas. The kid’s father must be resigned to being a cuckold or have a strange sense of humor if he would have “a laugh” about seeing his getting cozy with a fat bearded man underneath the mistletoe.
RUDOLPH
This song has always bugged the shit out of me. A reindeer is born looking different from his peers, they reject him because of it and the big man in charge condones it all. But suddenly he comes in handy and everyone changes their minds and Rudolph is all, “Yes, Masssa, I’d a-luv tah guide yall’s sleigh tonight!”
I heard a version at work that had a verse that said something about, “Rudolph said, ‘No! I ain’t havin’ none of this!‘“
LITTLE DRUMMER BOY
My favorite Xmas song, when it’s done very traditionally and simply. The lines ”I played my best for him...I played my drum for him“ brings tears to my eyes. Not that that’s hard or anything, but still. It’s moving for me to imagine the LDB putting doing the very best he can and being all like a little toddler saying ”I played my drum for him!“
CAROL OF THE BELLS
Love it. I don’t know if I’m stating it correctly, but it’s all verses I think. There is no chorus, but there is a lot of repition in the sounds until the really great words at the end
”Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
On on they send,
on without end,
their joyful tone to every home
Dong Ding dong ding, dong Bong.“
AVE MARIA
I put this on my iPod sometimes at all times of the year. It’s just plain good.
I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUSE
Oops.
Daddy was dressed up as Santa Clause, ding ding.
But as a gay you wouldn’t understand the importance of cosplay to family values.
What’s freaks me out about that song is that the kid is traumatized by seeing his mom make out with who he thinks is another man, and yet... he doesn’t sound upset enough.
crazy horrible migraine
paretns coming today
wtf is “cosplay”?!
COStume PLAY<
What’s freaks me out about that song is that the kid is traumatized by seeing his mom make out with who he thinks is another man, and yet... he doesn’t sound upset enough.
That’s what I was getting at. (The renditions I’ve heard have been females singing, and one sounds like Baby Jane at her most deranged.)
Jenny, re-read what I said, re-engage the old thinker for a minute, and then STFU.
Oooh. I see. I’m not up on the lingo. Big surprise. That sounds too close to Cosby to be appealing to me. “Dressing up” is one more syllable and does not conjure up the ur-dad.
I was just lying in bed chuckling about the stunts my co-worker pulls. He is the 50-something homo who is virulently racist, but a jokester and pretty funny.
The one that I was remembering was that he hung mistletoe above the urinals at the restaurant. The gen. manager was *furious*.
He’s about 250 lb, baaaad teeth, pretty rough, mottled skin, cropped, balding head. And no matter how many guests are around—in a supposedly fine-dining atmosphere—he will lift a corner of his apron, loudly imitate Heidi Klum from Project Runway, and boldly skip across the dining room. Sometimes he looks bored/angry and acts like a model on the catwalk.
I cunt stop laughing.
speaking of mistletoe, it’s almost time for me to break out the mistletoe belt buckle. maybe it will work THIS year!
Classy!
You know how you can tell I’m gay? I lurv Bette Davis.
chicago, if the sun doesn’t come out soon i think i’m going to throw myself in front of an el train. i think i need to start mega-dosing vitamin d or something because all i want to do is sleep all the time and i can’t seem to make myself care about anything.
i fucking HATE the winter, i need to go somewhere warm. and light.