Where the Kids Come to Mouth Off

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
Hunh. I wouldn't expect the hookers to care.

There were hookers? That certainly explains where all my cash went.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
However, i am willing to acept the possible truth of your statement. Thus, unless I recieve 6 PM's from people I find funny telling me they find me funny, I will no longer try and post any attempts at humor on the FB.

I don't see how your plan will make one bit of difference. If you post posts that aren't meant to be funny or posts that you think are funny, the outcome is pretty much always the same.

But don't change your posting style on account of me. In fact, I think you should increase the number of nonsensical/drunken posts. At least you have an excuse for being unfunny then.

TM

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by tmdiva
Where in your stomach? Appendix is lower right. Gall bladder is upper right. Stomach is upper left, mostly. Pancreas a little lower on the left. Ovaries just above the crease on either side. The middle of your stomach is mostly small intestine.

tm

She has food poisoning.

TM

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
She has food poisoning.

TM

Atticus will tell you this all comes down to the twosies. Sunny, how are your pellets?

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Oliver_Wendell_Ramone
I'm guessing she just got some bad horse meat.

POTM.

TM

[Anne Elk]

Originally posted by taxwonk
Atticus will tell you this all comes down to the twosies. Sunny, how are your pellets?

This is my nomination for POTM.

Wonk, you are on a roll this month.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
I don't see how your plan will make one bit of difference. If you post posts that aren't meant to be funny or posts that you think are funny, the outcome is pretty much always the same.
TM

If I get the votes, I promise I'll do more jokes where the punch line is I had sex with someone's mom/wife/girlfriend. Oh, and quote dialogue from popular sitcoms!

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter

ACL Saturday recap:

Saturday began much easier than Friday for me, though I have gathered that this was far from the universal experience. An out-of-towner and I were able to make it to ACL bright (very bright, and again very hot) and early (okay, 1:00 seemed early). Occasional clouds and breezes helped with the heat somewhat, but it often felt like the inside of a toaster oven after heating up that second bagel. Another sellout day, the crowds started arriving early as well.

We first went to Cat Power but it's hard to get into suicide music on such a bright, shiny day. Fortunately, we made our way across the park in time to catch most of The Soundtrack of Our Lives. TSoOL staged a blistering set of Swedish psychedelic post-punk driven by catchy guitar riffs. Fully-bearded, tunic-wearing lead singer Ebbot Lundberg raced his Friar Tuck physique around the stage and quickly became a crowd favorite. An undergrad passing by us stumbled to the ground just behind us, becoming the first heat casualty of the day. We turned to make sure she was tended to, then quickly turned our attention back to Lundberg & Co. They experienced technical difficulties when Lundberg materialized on the sound and light scaffolding without a working microphone. Lundberg managed the situation and the crowd masterfully, and the set lost nothing from the glitch and probably gained from the necessary interaction with the crowd. This set was one of my personal faves of the festival and probably would have been one of the most talked about had it been later in the day.

We were able to meet up with RT, who had been delayed by a slight misunderstanding, on our way to catch Josh Rouse, probably the best thing to come out of Nashville since the early days of Hee Haw. 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. Josh delivered a set of well-written, finely crafted, and innovative pop songs. And the chicks seem to dig him. But, alas, he also announced that this was his last show and he wouldn't tour again for another 6 months.

After JR, we found a shady place under an oak tree to enjoy bbq from the legendary Giddings Meat Market that RT had smuggled in. We spread RT's serape and settled down to enjoy an Atkins-friendly feast of handmade sausage and smoked pork butt. If you find yourself in Giddings, go to the Meat Market.

Cell phones were completely nonfunctional by this point and the throngs of people were thronging. We abandoned any hope of meeting other lawtalkers and thronged our way to a midpoint between the stages for Modest Mouse and My Morning Jacket. There were sound problems with Modest Mouse, but that didn't prevent RT from dancing and singing along through the entire set. Whether it was the drugs, the heat, the beer, or the meat, I'll never know. MMJ played a rather mellow, atmospheric set that I have to admit to talking through, but enjoyed nevertheless.

MMJ started picking up the intesity level towards the end of the set, but we had to start making our way across the park for Trey Anastasio's first set. Judging from the spinning chicks, abundant second-hand smoke, and short lines at the beer hut, the act was certainly popular among the hippie set. I've never been a big fan of jam bands, but the set was phenomenal. The music was interesting and complex, improvisational and yet focused. I would guess that the prominence of the horn section (hi, SD!) forces a little structure and discipline on the band that keeps it from lapsing into the spacey and sometimes endless tangents that so often afflict jam bands. Oh, and there were melodies, the songs were exceedingly danceable, and the crowd was friendly. I turned down an offer from the guy standing next to us for him to blow the smoke from his pipe into my ear for $1 a hit, preferring to be environmentally friendly and recycle the cloud of smoke they were generating to filter it through my lungs.

We decided to forego The Neville Brothers in order to secure a decent spot for The Pixies. I suspect people had camped out in front of the stage since Cat Power in order to secure a good spot, but we were able to muscle through pretty well. We expected great things and we were not disappointed. They don't really have new material, but the set didn't feel retro at all. The music sounded fresh and relevant, like a new act, but where the 18-year-olds and 30-somethings alike knew all the words. Jack Black's older brother, Frank, still has one of the greatest voices in rock. Kim Deal seemed almost overwhelmed by the sincere adulation shown her during her vocal numbers. The Pixies set has been almost universally desribed as the high point of the festival and that would be a difficult point to argue. If their tour comes anywhere near your area, don't miss 'em.

Because a large group never really convened at Saturday's show, it would be hard to say the group splintered that night. I can say that the party continued into the late hours at the Casa de Shifter. We haven't yet installed the inversion swing in the Sex Room, but we managed to have fun with bottles of 1995 Lancaster Reserve fortified by Atkins bars, and someone managed to restrain me from doing something terrible with a pickax to my neighbor's damn barking fucking dogs.

[dtb]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
I've tried to debate this issue with you here, but through no fault of your's, no one can really argue with you about aethetics. I will simply note that several people here, who are objectively funny, think I'm funny.*

Dear Hank,

While you may count me among the ranks of those who find you amusing, you may not, I repeat, NOT count me among the ranks of those who find your egregious grammar mistakes amusing. In fact, quite the opposite; they rather rankle.

There is no such word as the one I have helpfully placed in boldface type above. (I can't even bring myself to re-type it.)

Yours sincerely,

[Geezis -- I almost typed my real name here] dtb

[Watchtower]

Originally posted by dtb
[Geezis -- I almost typed my real name here]

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.

[sunnybunny]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
If I get the votes, I promise I'll do more jokes where the punch line is I had sex with someone's mom/wife/girlfriend. Oh, and quote dialogue from popular sitcoms!

Hank,

You can count me as one of your fans.


S(almost dead. It hurts so bad now I can't even make it to the ER)B

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
If I get the votes, I promise I'll do more jokes where the punch line is I had sex with someone's mom/wife/girlfriend. Oh, and quote dialogue from popular sitcoms!

You can't even be unintentionally funny.

TM

[dtb]

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,

You are correct, sir.

Originally posted by Watchtower
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".

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.

[Watchtower]

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?

Don't you prefer to be called by your name? Really that's all I was suggesting. And, indeed, if you read this as other than a kind suggestion, my apologies. I meant to help, not lecture.

Peace.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
Hank,

You can count me as one of your fans.

That pretty much seals it.

TM