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

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by Skeks in the city
. . . and although I'm lazy, I do get enough cardio exercise to have a resting pulse of 60 beats per second.

You might actually want to get that checked out.

[Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)]

What's with her? She's on the verge of settling a $125m lawsuit, but won't agree because of the confidentiality restrictions? I.e., she actually has to shut up and stop bad mouthing the magazine publisher she screwed/was screwed by. Are her attorneys pulling out their hair at this point.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
What's with her? She's on the verge of settling a $125m lawsuit, but won't agree because of the confidentiality restrictions? I.e., she actually has to shut up and stop bad mouthing the magazine publisher she screwed/was screwed by. Are her attorneys pulling out their hair at this point.

I've had idiots pull shit like this. I threaten to withdraw. Her lawyers should do that. Threaten to let the bitch swing... that should shut her up.

S(unless of course she's savvy enough to recognize that no judge would allow counsel to withdraw at this point)D

[Not Bob]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
1. I had a stress test a few years ago. My sitting heart rate is 60 and I could run on the treadmill like a motherfucker. Doc said I had an iron ticker.

2. In 00' I had bloodwork for a life insurance policy. Again, results came back as spectacular.

3. Bleeding from the nipple?

4. A friend who I party with a lot had some work done last year. came back with highly elevated liver enzymes. His wife doesn't let him go out and he can't drink anymore. Frankly, I can't live without booze. I've been a regular binge drinker since the age of 16 and I've no intention of stopping my weekend antics until the day I die. The last thing I need is to get into an argument with my wife about it.

S(If I dropped dead today, I could honestly say its been a good ride... I have no intention of having anyone tell me to curb anything)D

Dude, on the off-chance* that your schtick is in any way related to your real life, you are a fucking moron.

Very few people "drop dead" from stuff that is quick and painless. You may remember from the other board that one of our mutual imaginary friends was in even better shape than you, but had a heart thing that she (or "he")** had to have surgically fixed. I imagine that if she didn't get it taken care of, at a minimum her quality of life would have gone down. And maybe if she were born 100 years ago and this sort of surgical repair was not possible, she would die from it.

I imagine many of us know someone who died from something that could have been prevented. Most of these ways of dying aren't all that fun.***

* Uh, is this proper hyphenation, dtb?

**I really dislike the (alleged) word "em."

***Yes, Nelson Rockefeller's death was fun, and I suppose it was preventable (he could have not banged his hot secretary on that day), but the rich are different, and get special privileges. I knew Nelson Rockefeller. Nelson was a friend of mine. You, sir, are no Nelson Rockefeller.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by str8outavannuys
Who knew that mmm3587 = Smoove B!

He left his Philly at home. Do you have another?

TM

[Connect_the_Dots]

Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
What's with her? She's on the verge of settling a $125m lawsuit, but won't agree because of the confidentiality restrictions?

This confirms my well-publicized* hypothesis that there is no amount of money in the world that could make that fat sow shut her cake hole.



*further dtb hypenation

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Not Bob
Dude, on the off-chance* that your schtick is in any way related to your real life, you are a fucking moron.

Very few people "drop dead" from stuff that is quick and painless. You may remember from the other board that one of our mutual imaginary friends was in even better shape than you, but had a heart thing that she (or "he")** had to have surgically fixed. I imagine that if she didn't get it taken care of, at a minimum her quality of life would have gone down. And maybe if she were born 100 years ago and this sort of surgical repair was not possible, she would die from it.

I imagine many of us know someone who died from something that could have been prevented. Most of these ways of dying aren't all that fun.***

* Uh, is this proper hyphenation, dtb?
**I really dislike the (alleged) word "em."
***Yes, Nelson Rockefeller's death was fun, and I suppose it was preventable (he could have not banged his hot secretary on that day), but the rich are different, and get special privileges. I knew Nelson Rockefeller. Nelson was a friend of mine. You, sir, are no Nelson Rockefeller.

Bob... did you read anything I wrote? I had an battery of cardiac tests a few years back and at the conclusion of all of them, the docs said I was fine. So I guess we can rule out heart issues. Your funny bit about Nelson, my friend, is misplaced.

Yeh, I'd be willing to bet my liver enzymes are off the chart depending on what time of year it is. I don't need that info. What am I going to do about it? Stop going out? Deprive myself of a social life, which is effectively my entire life? I'd rather dance with the cirrhosis faery.

I've coughed up some really impressive shit over the years and been told several times to take antibiotics by docs. I threw them all away because they come with the "You can't drink on these" caveat, and I can't miss a weekend get-together. All the alleged lung infections and sinus infections went a away in good time with rest, fluids and vitamins. Years later I read about just how bad for you antibiotics are...

I party with a few docs. They treat themselves like shit and indulge in some really bad shit. One doctor in my family who lives on heavy fuel told me "You'd be utterly amazed what the human body can endure."

[Penske_Account]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
How much more of your act have you simply stolen off the net?

You tell me. Cites please (other than the ice wine post).

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Matrix = Amazing. Raised the bar, set a new standard in sci-fi.

Matrix II = Pretty cool. Some great scenes. Not such a great storyline.

Matrix III = Crap.

Saw it last night and it was LOL funny. I'm amazed that people cheer at the cheesiest moments. People really are cattle. The creators push a button and the audience reacts. The movie was horrible. A complete let down. Agent Smith (and Jada Pinkett Smith to a certain extent) was the only thing worth watching.

Don't go see it.

TM

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by mmm3587
I completely don't get this. What's wrong with getting a yearly checkup and having them run your blood and urine and make sure that you don't have any hernias? When you're bleeding from the nipple, are you ust going to shrug it off? There's so much that can be caught with a few very simple tests. An expert testicular and prostate exam should be done every year once you hit thirty or so, and a heart stress test isn't a bad idea. Why drop dead from something completely preventable just to be macho? I know that you have this whole self-reliance thing going on, but give me a break.

I haven't had a check-up since HS. I'm not really in to preemption...

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Yeh, I'd be willing to bet my liver enzymes are off the chart depending on what time of year it is. I don't need that info. What am I going to do about it? Stop going out? Deprive myself of a social life, which is effectively my entire life? I'd rather dance with the cirrhosis faery.

then watch out for any job change. After my last job switch the life insurance test popped elevated liver whatevers, not high enough to prevent coverage but enough to get a CYA letter from the company. I think someday I'll reduce drinking, but geez, I want it on my timetable

I party with a few docs. They treat themselves like shit and indulge in some really bad shit. One doctor in my family who lives on heavy fuel told me "You'd be utterly amazed what the human body can endure."

I met my favorite Doc at a neighbor's bat mitzvah. as a comment to pouring wine at our table, I was telling the table about how there was this report, 2 glasses of red wine is great for the heart, as proven in France.

he said "its not just red wine, it looks like ANY alcohol is good, and frankly the 2 glasses is a baseline to achieve the benefit!"
good times*.


*he just had to get a pacemaker at a very young age though

[Connect_the_Dots]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Matrix II = Pretty cool. Some great scenes. Not such a great storyline.

Agent Smith (and Jada Pinkett Smith to a certain extent) was the only thing worth watching.

Agent Smith was good in the first one--gotta love the way he says "MISSS-ter AND-erson".

JPS was a waste in the second one. It seems like she wanted to be in it and they wrote her a part that has nothing to do with the script. WTF does Morphius' past love-live have to do with NEO/Smith and the matrix? This isn't tolstoy, I don't need to know everyone's life history.

And in no. 2, WTF was that techo-party scene all about? That came outta' nowhere and was probably some exec's idea because he heard that techno is popular with the 18-24 demographic this year.

I think the only way I would watch 3 in the theaters is if JPS, Morphius and Trinity all die (well, if two of them die, I would see it in the regular theatre, I would pay extra for IMAX to see all 3 of them get it, or I would go twice and buy the DVD if Canoo Reaves dies).

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Bob... did you read anything I wrote? I had an battery of cardiac tests a few years back and at the conclusion of all of them, the docs said I was fine. So I guess we can rule out heart issues.

Sebastian, this post is not a warning to you, because I think you have evaluated the risks of what your are doing, and that is fine. If you do not want to go to the doctor for whatever reason, I am certainly not going to preach to you about it. And I know that you understand that an iron ticker does not make you invincible. I had a colleague who I am pretty sure had an iron ticker. He was a triathlete, a sailboarder, a snowboarder, and many other things. He died last week after a battle with melanoma. He was 31. I know this is outable, but I don't care.

Because I am doing something that I did not think that I was going to do, which is to raise this issue here, let me first just say a little bit about him. I know there is a tendency to lionize the dead, but in the few years that I knew this guy, I found him to be one of the more charismatic people I have met. He loved life, loved sushi, loved all the things I mentioned above. He had so many different interests and so many friends. When I heard he was sick, it was like getting kicked in the stomach. So, for whatever tiny value this has on an anonymous internet lawyer chat board, let me just say that he was way way too young for what happened to him and that we all really miss him here.

I understand that the instinct of many will be to write to say something about how they are sorry about what happened, but PLEASE do not feel the need to do that because 1) I assume you are sorry - it is an incredibly sad thing, and 2) for once this is not actually about me. If you want to respond, tell me this instead: Have you ever thought about your funeral and what it will be like? Has anyone actually planned it? After this guy's funeral, I exchanged some e-mails with a co-worker about funerals in general. She decided that she wanted to be cremated, and now wants to start shopping antique stores to find the perfect urn. She gave it some thought after the funeral, and her vision of her own funeral involves a beautiful table in the middle of a big room with the perfect urn on it. Tom Waits will be played and, once everyone has assembled, waiters will enter the room with trays of martinis. I told her that this could come off as either 1) a hip, bohemian celebration of her life, or 2) a macabre David Lynch-ian nightmare. She said she is shooting for 2. I have never given too much thought about my own funeral, due in part to my strong denial of my own mortality. But, when I do occasionally think about it, in the funeral in my mind I have died while relatively young and popular. In fact, I am probably wildly more popular in my imagined funeral than I could ever hope to be. But I have never thought too much about the details. Because, at least for now, I do not really care.

[lookingformarket]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Bob... did you read anything I wrote? I had an battery of cardiac tests a few years back and at the conclusion of all of them, the docs said I was fine. So I guess we can rule out heart issues.

I think that Bob's point was that you want to keep checking these things because they change. Our mutual imaginary friend was very athletic and passed prior physicals. Things change. Spending an hour at the doctor every 2 years isn't that big a burden to possibly catch something that could kill you. I'm not advocating telling the doctor that you drink a 5th of whisky a night and snort coke off the breasts of IV drug-using prositutes every weekend, but you could at least have the objective stuff measured.

[ThrashersFan]

Originally posted by Fugee

Thrasher, didn't you get used to being naked in front of other women in the showers after gym class in junior high, in the dorm showers at college or at the athletic club?

I was excused from phys ed in junior high and high school because of a joint problem discovered when I ran on the cross country team -- before that I showered in a bathing suit if I had to be in front of other girls.

I did not live in a dorm during college and would have rather lived on the street than shared a bathroom or shower with other people. Also, I was lucky enough to get hit by a car mid-way through college but before I had taken my phys ed requirements (what the fuck was up with that anyway?) and got excused from needing those credits.

I have never belonged to an athletic club.

I won't even go into my weird going-potty issues but suffice it to say that my own husband is of the belief that I have never used the toilet and thus must be some sort of alien life form.