Fashion Board 1-08-04 through 02-03-04

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
You wouldn't have to worry about committting million $$$ malpractice; at most you'd burn a basket of fries.

If it could be Sonic Burger and I could dress up with my pal in the mascot costumes and give passers by the finger and then write obscene messages on the marquee, you're on. That looked like fun.

[bilmore]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
I thought about starting a company where I would run a McDonald's. I would staff it with lawyers/doctors etc. who were on a "vacation."

At my old job, I think I would have taken you up on that.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
If it could be Sonic Burger and I could dress up with my pal in the mascot costumes and give passers by the finger and then write obscene messages on the marquee, you're on. That looked like fun.

Sure, but........
Quit goofing off! Go change the trash cans in the dining room..............Aren't you done yet?!!!!!!!

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
Weeks of being non-responsive and listless in conversation. Didn't work, since I think he was trying to do the same thing. I ended up dumping him and he breathed a sigh of relief when I did it. It was sort of funny.

That's the method I used. Only once though. It worked. Although now that I think about, my non-responsiveness and listlessness were fairly real. I didn't really care to respond.

[LessinSF]

Originally posted by spookyfish
Yeah, I need that like I need another hole in my head.

or another folk singer.

[str8outavannuys]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
A lot of my friends are into politics so I have gone to leadership conventions, fundraisers etc where there have been tons of people like leagl described (total no-life weirdos), but my weirdest political encounter involved former PM John Turner (who was actually a very good looking guy, and a total lush). I served him many many many drinks one night because I was bartending a political fundraiser. He kept hitting on me and it was pretty gross but I probably would have slept with him had his handlers not eventually dragged him off.

Anyway, later on I went to law school and interviewed at this firm where he was a partner. I didn't realize I would be meeting with him, but I did, and he did the usual spiel about how great the firm was. And I thought, this is good - no awkwardness - he doesn't remember me at all. And at the end I stood up to go and said it was very nice to meet him, blah blah, and he smiled and said, "we've met before - you've changed your hair. It looks nice." I was totally freaked out. I didn't go to that firm.

This post will be interesting to nobody but GWNC:
My brother once got yelled at by John Turner for biking across his lawn.

[dtb]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
If it was the guy who was so long he could knock over bottles, I do hope he was ambidextrous. 15 times that long, times the number of repetitions you'd be getting to about 3+ would be enough to cause your hand to fall off.

Or at the very least, a nasty case of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

[Atticus Grinch]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I told Bilmore to sigh.

I nominate the exchange culminating in this post as Best Intentionally Funny Exchange Involving PLF or a Reference to PLF.

I was going to call it "Return of the King," but didn't want to be that far up PLF's butt. Today.

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I nominate the exchange culminating in this post as Best Intentionally Funny Exchange Involving PLF or a Reference to PLF.

I was going to call it "Return of the King," but didn't want to be that far up PLF's butt. Today.

The King has returned as the Queen.

NCS rules; Plf is but her court jester.

[Bad_Rich_Chic]

Originally posted by bilmore
The burden is on you to convince her that nothing is going to happen.

Why? Shouldn't the burden be on the person insulting me by treating me as unworthy of trust?

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Bad_Rich_Chic
Why? Shouldn't the burden be on the person insulting me by treating me as unworthy of trust?

That spin made me dizzy! I think that the "I'm keeping this from you because it would only bother you needlessly" view is extremely insulting.

And I'm not taking a hard line moralistic view on this subject. I don't think it's right or wrong to tell or to keep; it depends on the relationships. As Wonk said, some stuff is gray. But I will say that the only time that I would not tell my SO about having a drink with an ex would be if I were meeting the one ex whom I would still like to fuck.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
That's an annoying clever re line but i am procrastinating. Anyway, I would like Sidd or anyone else here who loves their job,which I think is nobody, to tell me how to get into that mindset of "wow, this is interesting and exciting and I am making a real splash and impacting the lives of others". Cause right now, I am kinda lawed out.

And I realize asking this here is probably an exericse in futility as this is the lawtalking home for wayward procrastinators.

First of all, what Bilmore said. He is right on so many levels. Have you ever had a shitty job? I mean a really shitty job - like Sonic Burger?

Do 2 things - Next time you're out buying shoes, just have a seat and watch for awhile. Most women have ugly, knarly, smelly feet. Watch as the poor saps go running back and forth to the stock room while unreasonable woman with smelly feet tries to cram her feet into a size too small and all for a $50 pair of shoes. Ask yourself, was that worth the $5 he/she just made?


Then go to a daycare center where there are lots of kids - screaming bratty kids. Ask any of the workers how much they make and see if you could take it for even an hour. You'll be exhausted.

Then ask yourself - is what I do so bad?

ETA I have petite beautiful feet with no odor, ever. I'm sure you do as well. But just look at what most women are walking on (shudder) or better yet, what they put into sandals (ech). I wouldn't touch most women's feet with a pole and oven mitts.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
Do you not undersatnd the difference between me being ok with a guy hanging with an ex and a guy wanting all of his exes to be best buddies and hang with him like some dysfunctional harem?

I'm hoping you'll explain how a guy can hang like some functional harem.

[tax_hottie]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Hearing TM's example made me wonder how many people here would/have actually lied to their SO* about something like that (much less concoct an elaborate plan to do so, along with accomplices)... And if you would/have done so, why?

I have an example of how NOT to lie. It wasn't an SO, but a guy I had been seeing regularly on a non-exclusive basis. Let's call him Chip. Anyway, Chip and I were out at a bar with a bunch of his friends. Not really a date, but we were together. Then suddenly Chip and his buddy left to take care of a "problem." They were gone for almost two hours. During his absence, I met this amazing Vince Vaughn lookalike (a la Swingers, when he was hot). Incidentally, he was Vince Vaughn for Halloween. The resemblance is truly uncanny. But I digress. Vince and I started making out in the bar and we decided to leave together. By this point, Chip had returned from his mysterious trip and I had to think of a way to escape. So I told Chip I was really sick and had to go home to puke.

When the cab dropped us off at my place, I realized that I didn't have my keys b/c I valet parked my car at the bar. So we went back to to the bar only to find out that the valet parker gave my keys to Chip! (So Chip knew I couldn't get into my apt.) I was drunk as shit by then, cold, and horny, so Vince and I decided to stay in a hotel. Now here is the stupid lie I told Chip the next day. I told him that I crashed with Girlfriend #1 at her apt., since I didn't have my keys. Then I called Girlfriend #1 and asked her to lie for me, in case Chip mentioned it. She was less than thrilled to have to lie to Chip, but agreed. Of course that very day Chip and Girlfriend #2 were talking on the phone (while I was there) and she told him that she had spent the night at Girlfriend #1's PARENTS' house with Girlfriend #1. Luckily, Chip didn't catch the discrepancy, since he really doesn't pay attention to these little details. But I was really sweating it for a while there. Just got lucky.

Moral of the story: Don't make your friends lie for you, esp. if they know the SO too. And keep it simple. The simplest lie I could have told him was that the manager let me in to my apt., rather than inventing some story about my crashing at a girlfriend's house.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by bilmore
Eating lunch with an ex-business associate in a small local restaurant/bar. Some weird guys in suits and cold eyes walk in, look the place over, and walk up to our table.

Did you figure out who the reptiles were? Do you still get Secret Service protection when you're an ex-VP? Even when it's been decades since you were the VP?