Where the Kids Come to Mouth Off

[Not Bob]

Originally posted by dtb
I'm going with the last one.

Baruch Hashem.

Apropos of nothing, I saw a hot chick wearing a "Jews Kick Ass" t-shirt the other day.

[Geezis]

Originally posted by Watchtower
I know that the spelling here is in part a display of your reluctance to invoke the divinity in a way that could be seen as vulgar or obscene, but I really do expect that God prefers that you invoke her by one of her many proper names, and would suggest in the future a simple "Jesus" or, perhaps, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph", "God", "Christ", "My God", or even "Yahweh, who inspires our love and devotion". Believe me, much like porn, using the Lord's name in these situations is something even the holiest seem to do, and, indeed, invoking the Lord to help us when we are frustrated or fed up strikes me as exactly the kind of time we do need his grace.

I am just trying to be helpful, as I know you don't want to offend the Christians on the board.

God Bless.

Shaddup, you. I wuz jest talkin' to the lady.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by dtb
Wow. Did God tell you this? Do people come to your home or place of business to hear God's message through you? Are you famous? Or is your assertion that you "really do expect" to know God's preferences supposed to be convincing in some unimaginable way?

I'm going with the last one.

Baruch Hashem.

There was a time when I would be amused to see posters engage in earnest debates with provocative socks. Indeed, I have fallen prey to those same types of socks (damn you, Penske/Spartan! . . . <sniff>), and took some perverse pleasure in seeing others do so. But now, it only fills my heart with sadness, knowing that the author of the inane cult sock is giggling somewhere at the coup he or she has accomplished by getting someone to enagage in an earnest debate with its inane cult sock. I wish I could share in his or her petty little joy instead of letting the whole incident drive the knife of futility a bit deeper into my already mortally wounded soul. But I cannot.

[Geezis]

Originally posted by dtb
You are correct, sir.



Wow. Did God tell you this? Do people come to your home or place of business to hear God's message through you? Are you famous? Or is your assertion that you "really do expect" to know God's preferences supposed to be convincing in some unimaginable way?

I'm going with the last one.

Baruch Hashem.

Hey, missy -- he's jest leavin'. So, how YOU doin'?

[Geezis]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
There was a time when I would be amused to see posters engage in earnest debates with provocative socks. Indeed, I have fallen prey to those same types of socks (damn you, Penske/Spartan! . . . <sniff>), and took some perverse pleasure in seeing others do so. But now, it only fills my heart with sadness, knowing that the author of the inane cult sock is giggling somewhere at the coup he or she has accomplished by getting someone to enagage in an earnest debate with its inane cult sock. I wish I could share in his or her petty little joy instead of letting the whole incident drive the knife of futility a bit deeper into my already mortally wounded soul. But I cannot.

Lissen, assmunch, I'ze talkin' heer.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
To me, Nashville has come to embody what is wrong with "country" music, and it's good to see something coming out of Nashville other than soulless line dance-ready crap.

Someone explain line dancing to me. I don't get it.*

Guys and gals (work with me) put on their best acid-washed jeans, cowboy hat and cowboy boots, shine up their biggest buckle and put on their bestest denim shirt with the leather patches on the shoulders, drive their pickup down to the most popular watering hole, knock back a couple six-packs of Bud and stand in lines, two feet apart from each other and proceed to plug their thumbs behind their belt buckles while performing the same, previously agreed upon 4 variations of the two-step** while not so subtlely counting out the beats with silent lips?

I only started noticing it after the Electric Slide (which is a stain on our culture) died the death in a way that made it only acceptable to do at really bad weddings -- and that was like 1990. Is there some long tradition of line dancing that I should know about?

Someone help me out with this. And when you're done, help me with this photo:



TM

*Maybe Hank invented it?

**I've gone hyphen crazy!

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Someone explain line dancing to me. I don't get it.*

Guys and gals (work with me) put on their best acid-washed jeans, cowboy hat and cowboy boots, shine up their biggest buckle and put on their bestest denim shirt with the leather patches on the shoulders, drive their pickup down to the most popular watering hole, knock back a couple six-packs of Bud and stand in lines, two feet apart from each other and proceed to plug their thumbs behind their belt buckles while performing the same, previously agreed upon 4 variations of the two-step** while not so subtlely counting out the beats with silent lips?

I only started noticing it after the Electric Slide (which is a stain on our culture) died the death in a way that made it only acceptable to do at really bad weddings -- and that was like 1990. Is there some long tradition of line dancing that I should know about?

Someone help me out with this. And when you're done, help me with this photo:

TM

*Maybe Hank invented it?

**I've gone hyphen crazy!

It's dancing for people who don't know how to dance.

edited to note that I used to square dance when I was a kid. Now that is some hokey dancing.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter

ACL Sunday recap:

After managing to get untied, I crawled to the drawer for the key to the anklecuffs. Fortunately, the delay was slight, and I was able to tend to my sunburned areas before heading to Zilker park for the closing day of ACL.

Sunday was -- surprise! -- hot, and -- surprise! -- a sellout. I had no problem getting a one day pass for the gf from a str8-type at just above face value. We met up with the group easily at a predetermined rallying point. A non-local had by this point discovered the utility of the straw cowboy hat and was sporting same. I continued to rely on the t-shirt-on-the-head technique, and managed to make it though the day without additional damage.

The crowds had arrived early and most of them, like us, wanted to hear The Roots. You've heard them on the radio, but their live show transcends any of that. Their show was another festival highlight by any objective measure. From white suburban kids to whitish spinning hippie chicks and cats to ultrachic festival-going lawyers, everybody was dancing.

Most of the group then wandered over to catch Elvis Costello and the Imposters. Maybe he was good, maybe he wasn't. I don't know because we couldn't hear. Major sound problems (festivals are notorious for sound problems, I know, but this particular stage had more than its fair share of them).

So we wandered back to the hippy side of the park for Jack Johnson. Kinda quiet, kinda mellow, but not too unwelcome at this point. The crowd stayed enthusistic, the second-hand smoke kept pluming, and the hippy chicks kept spinning.

It was a short walk from there to catch Drive-By Truckers. Their driving Southern-inspired country-rock contrasted nicely with the early urban funk of The Roots, the acoustic-flavored jams of Jack Johnson and the inaudible Costello. They should be able to gain a large, loyal following throughout the South and West, and there is plenty of radio-friendly fare for the savvy country or alt-rock radio programer not controlled by Clear Channel.

My ACL experience ended with critical darling Wilco. Wilco proved popular with the spinning hippy set, many of whom seemed to have not left the area since The Roots played the same stage much earlier. And why should they? From avant-garde to more Americana roots-type music, Wilco has always proved interesting, and this was reflected in their live show.

My indulgences throughout the weekend left me too drained to stick around for Cake, though I'm sure others can fill in the blanks here. I went back to CdS for air conditioning, and sustituted water for my Amstel Light/Lone Star hydration regimen. I somehow made it to work in time for my morning meetings sunburned, dehydrated, and sore, and much-envied by my co-workers.

Hope to see more of you at ACL next year.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Not Bob
Apropos of nothing, I saw a hot chick wearing a "Jews Kick Ass" t-shirt the other day.

I saw this shirt being sold at ACL. I also saw hot chicks there (RT is a helpful spotter, btw), but I didn't see a hot chick wearing one.

Favorite t-shirt from ACL (worn by early 20-something dude): I [heart] Soccer Moms.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
It's dancing for people who don't know how to dance.

I would add that it is also for people who hate music.

[LessinSF]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter

My indulgences throughout the weekend left me too drained to stick around for Cake, though I'm sure others can fill in the blanks here.

Pressure Chief will be released on October 5 and their tour starts the same day. Whoo Hoo!

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
I would add that it is also for people who hate music.

do people still do linedancing, or was it a short fad?

[sunnybunny]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Someone explain line dancing to me. I don't get it.*

Guys and gals (work with me) put on their best acid-washed jeans, cowboy hat and cowboy boots, shine up their biggest buckle and put on their bestest denim shirt with the leather patches on the shoulders, drive their pickup down to the most popular watering hole, knock back a couple six-packs of Bud and stand in lines, two feet apart from each other and proceed to plug their thumbs behind their belt buckles while performing the same, previously agreed upon 4 variations of the two-step** while not so subtlely counting out the beats with silent lips?

I only started noticing it after the Electric Slide (which is a stain on our culture) died the death in a way that made it only acceptable to do at really bad weddings -- and that was like 1990. Is there some long tradition of line dancing that I should know about?

Someone help me out with this. And when you're done, help me with this photo:

TM

*Maybe Hank invented it?

**I've gone hyphen crazy!

Well, at least they appear happy, which is more than I can say for you...you "The only pleasure i get in life is complaining how [idiotic/unfunny/racist] the people are who surround me." You are so f'ing pathetic.

LONG LIVE HANK!






Edited to remove photo because I can't resize that thing but editing still makes me feel marginally (NPI!) useful. (Shame on you, Sunny. Having a tummyache is no excuse for reposting a huge-ass picture. I was hoping for relief on the next page. Shhhaaamme!) rp

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
Well, at least they appear happy, which is more than I can say for you...you "The only pleasure i get in life is complaining how [idiotic/unfunny/racist] the people are who surround me." You are so f'ing pathetic.

LONG LIVE HANK!

You're not dead yet? How's the tummy, sunnybunny?

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
Well, at least they appear happy, which is more than I can say for you...you "The only pleasure i get in life is complaining how [idiotic/unfunny/racist] the people are who surround me." You are so f'ing pathetic.

LONG LIVE HANK!

Have another extra-rare horsey burger.

TM

(Hopefully you'll recover from your illness in time for your line dancing lesson, which your post pretty much confirms you love.)