New Fashion Board 10-3-2003 - 11-7-2003

[Anne Elk]

Originally posted by New Jersey
These are just a few of the many success stories in New Jersey, in our battle to reclaim our natural resources. Don’t sell us short Ms. Anne Elke, after all, New Jersey and you, perfectly cleaned up together!

NJ

I wouldn't dare sell NJ short. Well maybe I would to those who I don't want to go there. We should be perfect together, I'm from there.

Anne
Exit 142

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by leagleaze
"He is out of surgery and has been admitted into a surgical intensive care unit," said Jim McMahon, a spokesman for St. Vincent's Hospital, shortly after midnight Thursday. "He'll be monitored very closely until such a time as he can be moved into a regular medical unit."'

Who knew this guy had so many talents?



TM

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally posted by Anne Elk
Anne
Exit 142

Isn't that the Newark Airport?

I feel your pain.

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Who knew this guy had so many talents?



TM

Indeed. I also love his analysis and review of Aussie wines. (http://www.wine2000.com.au/cv.html)

Although, he has aged a little bit:

[Connect_the_Dots]

Originally posted by Anne Elk
I wouldn't dare sell NJ short...I'm from there.

I can't tell if you are saying that like a former alcoholic coming to grips with her checkered past, or if you are saying it like the cheerleeder announcing that she got a C on her english paper--something of which she is inexplicably proud of, but of which others would remain silent if they were in her shoes.

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by Connect_the_Dots
I can't tell if you are saying that like a former alcoholic coming to grips with her checkered past, or if you are saying it like the cheerleeder announcing that she got a C on her english paper--something of which she is inexplicably proud of, but of which others would remain silent if they were in her shoes.

Speaking of cheerleaders...

Here's what Salon.com has to say about Camp Jim (yes, I understand the ... coincidence (Hi PLF!) ... that I am sounding like a cheerleader myself when I talk about this show):

"But until I watched MTV's "Camp Jim," I had forgotten about the utterly unhinged and moronic methods by which the adult cheerleader mutants "taught" girls to participate in unsafe stunts or climb to the top of structurally unsound pyramids. Like adult cheerleader and camp savant Jim, who seems to hide countless layers of fury under a thin veneer of psychotic-clown cheer, the mutants would shame girls into bottling up their fear long enough to try a stunt that any logical mind could guess had a high chance of resulting in a broken wrist or ankle (and often did)."

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Connect_the_Dots
something of which she is inexplicably proud of, but of which others would remain silent if they were in her shoes.

I'm guessing you got a C+ on your English paper. (You only need one of, you forgot the about, and just how many people can wear one pair of cliched shoes, anyway?)

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Jack Manfred
Myself, I'm fascinated with how Edie Brickell looks exactly the same as she did 14 years ago. Does sleeping with Paul Simon keep you youthful-looking?

I think it's the not being aware of too many things that does it.

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
I think it's the not being aware of too many things that does it.

I'm pretty sure that it is because she is from Dallas and Dallas women don't age like the rest of the population. Now mid-cities women and Plano women are a whole other matter.

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by str8outavannuys
They only take cash. Awesome awesome awesome.

There should be huge ass signs on restaruants that only take cash, or alternatively, restaurants that only take weird credit cards.

Once upon a time, right around the time the wall went down, this Texan and her brother were displaced for a week or so in Berlin. Some friends, who were travelling on a much higher budget than us, met up with us, and invited us to join their rather large party at a very nice restaurant. Having recently eaten at a lot of inexpensive cafes, we readily accepted the invitation.

A fine meal was had with much wine. I remember particularly the white asparagus and the currants. Great conversation, excellent service. One of those two or three hour affairs. Everything one would want in a dining experience.

Eventually, it was time to settle the bill. Out came the Amex Gold Card. The waiter politely informed us that they were sorry, but they could not accept American Express. Ok. Fine. Out came the Visa. "I'm sorry sir, but..." Mastercard. "Nope." Finally, someone asked, "Do you take any credit cards?" "Of course sir, we take Diners Club."

Dead silence all around the table. Ten of us, eating at least three courses and drinking lots of expensive wine. Assumptions that no expenses would be spared since most of the party was there attending a conference, and the tab would eventually be added to an expense account, so no one really cared how much we spent on dinner.

Everyone looked through their wallet with the off hope that someone signed up for a Diners Club card years ago and forgot about it. No such luck. So we started looking for cash. Every single wallet, including those of my 18 year old self and my 16 year old brother were scoured. The party was multi-national, so the currency on our persons was rather varied. Eventually, we threw down marks, francs, dollars, swedish currency and yen on the table, and hoped that the waiter had a recent newspaper and a calculator. There was a collective sigh of relief when he accepted our cash.

[Aloha Mr. Learned Hand]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Or he could just move to the south side and never pay for a drink for the rest of his life...

Very true. If he moved to St. Louis, he'd probably get a parade in his honor and a key to the city...

Only problem is that Cubs fans, a misguided and not very stable bunch (see, e.g., Mr. Bartman and the crazed morons who want him dead), are everywhere and there a even a few on the South Side... The guy would need a phalanx of Bridgeport (neighborhood near Sox Park) Teamsters 24/7 to keep him safe.

In other news, I am happy to report that the city has stepped back from alert status and the natural order of things has been restored. Carry on.

[Say_hello_for_me]

Originally posted by Aloha Mr. Learned Hand
Very true. If he moved to St. Louis, he'd probably get a parade in his honor and a key to the city...

Only problem is that Cubs fans, a misguided and not very stable bunch (see, e.g., Mr. Bartman and the crazed morons who want him dead), are everywhere and there a even a few on the South Side... The guy would need a phalanx of Bridgeport (neighborhood near Sox Park) Teamsters 24/7 to keep him safe.

In other news, I am happy to report that the city has stepped back from alert status and the natural order of things has been restored. Carry on.

Isn't there an open bed at ma's house (bodyguards in front and back not included)?

He(extremely poor taste comment)llo

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
The party was multi-national, so the currency on our persons was rather varied. Eventually, we threw down marks, francs, dollars, swedish currency and yen on the table, and hoped that the waiter had a recent newspaper and a calculator. There was a collective sigh of relief when he accepted our cash.

I was really hoping this was going to end up a sex story, especially when I saw the word Swedish.

[notcasesensitive]

For paigow and fringey and anyone else with the phantom PM problem, I just solved it on my system by checking my sent items folder and deleting everything in it (oops). Just in case you wondered. Carry on.

I had what I guess you could call a deep and meaningful convo with a woman Im interested in, but it left me rattled.

I thought she was seeing someone and we were just hanging out as friends last night. We had gone on a couple of dates a few months ago when she told me she was seeing another guy, but wanted to stay friends. We did.

Last night I found out that the guy she was seeing is now history. She started asking me about if I had been seeing anyone. Ive gone on dates, but no one particularly special. Her question made me think she might have an interest in me. I boldly asked her if she thought there was still a chance for romance between the two of us.

She gave me an honest answer. She didnt know. While shes attracted to me and enjoys my company, she felt there were certain things about me that she thought might make for a mismatch between us. I pressed her for examples and she obliged. And here we get to the point of my rattling.

She said it was vitally important to her that her significant other have ambition and be passionate about his career. She wants to be with a person who konws what he wants and goes after it. Ive heard this before from others. She said she thought that while I was an accomplished and smart guy, that she didnt get the sense that I was extremely passionate about working at my firm or that I had definite career goals in my mind that I had made a plan to go after. But she still wanted to spend time with me and wanted to know how I felt about her thoughts.

I told her that Im far more passionate about relationships and people I care about and that I consider my work to be just a job. Its a means for me to do the things I want. There are partso f it I really like, parts that I get passionate about, but I find the greatest fulfilment and enrichment in making and nurturing a connection with someone. I dont really understand the compulsion for planning and achieving a certain type of career success. The peeps I know who do that seem to be more driven, more workaholic, and less available for the people in their personal lives, and theyre much more assholish. I dont want to be that kind of person.

She seems to think you can be driven and ambitious while developing a rich personal life.

What I dont get is the importance many women place on their men having this ambition and passion about their career and why being passionate about you r mate isnt more important. is this a mars-venus thing? Women are attracted to the caveman with the biggest club, who can be the most protective, and brings in the most kill? I must be missing something.

Can yall provide enlightment?