Fashion Board 6-9-04 to 7-13-04

[the Spartan]

Originally posted by Skeks in the city
No, penske isn't trying to connect with people. He enjoys showing off his virtuousity with language.

Interesting theory Skeks, but wrong, as usual, depressively wrong.

Or maybe the depressive part is because it has been overcast and drizzly where I am for days now. Just when I thought a summer for me might be around the corner the weather goes south, sts, which may explain why I have the Smiths song, Suffer Little Children, running through my head in an infinite loop.

To be honest, it’s actually unusual for me to be down unless the weather is down. Ask Mario, the cubicle mate, in the sunshine I’m a chipper good news type of guy. Up with people. However I must make a confession, there are a few who know me well who have their own ideas of my jolly moods, but TMI. My rule of thumb on this board is I don’t give out too much information. World’s may collide but it ain’t gonna be here as my personal stats don’t really intersect with the cyberosity of this place. No offence.

Now you may define this is shyness or an incapacity for sexual honesty with my FBrethern, but I would prefer that you identify me as an anti-poser, because if I were to enter the one-manship contests of sexual braggadocio of some here I would either be a loser or liar and I vastly prefer the former to the latter or maybe I should say I have more experience with the former. After all, true confession, I remember since adolescence knowing the stinging reminders of being a little odd, phreakish, and perhaps anachronistic in my conservative sexual mores.

And as with my lurkish socking or sockish lurking here, I too well recall the many times since leaving my parents farm in Vermont to go to college in the big city up until, well last month, when the weather turned falsely, alluringly nice, spending hours hiding behind trees in parks or riding the bus around town just to surreptitiously leer at the young pretty women in their skimpy seasonal thigh high skirts and belly baring shirts. Summertime beauty. It’s like the thought of the new young summertime file clerk here in the office, my double secret imaginary girlfriend, and the lust inspiring smell of the floral shampoo that wafts off her hair when she scampers by my office, after which I have to lock the door for a few minutes. Ah happy times.

Anyway, I digress, what I wanted to share before I left for the evening was a dream I had this afternoon after lunch. Actually it was more of a hazy, eyes rolling into the back of my head, afternoon stupor daydream or a vision. In it I was tired of being straight and unfulfilled, so I made the decision to switch teams and come out as a lesbian. And in my new found sexual self I blatantly set my sights on seducing the young file clerk, who thereupon turned me down. Turns out she had a secret boyfriend. Mario. The cubicle mate. Fucker.

[Alex_de_Large]

[the Spartan]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
Oops, wrong board.

At first glance, "other" can go. There's 6% in 5 minutes. I don't why Club needs a week for this project.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by Skeks in the city
She's comparing herself to a bird. Shiny objects attract their attention.

Have you ever had a sense of humor? If so, was it painful to have it removed?

[the Spartan]

Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
Have you ever had a sense of humor? If so, was it painful to have it removed?

No, skeks isn't trying to bore people. He enjoys showing off his virtuousity with language.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by taxwonk
I went foot commando for three years. Then my new boss sent me a memo informing me that socks were considered a necessary part of the business casual uniform.

It's gone downhill ever since.

I'd quit. I have never worn socks except in winter and with suits (except the seersucker). Nothing is more confining than a pair of socks. They are only necessary if you have bad foot odor.

I have actually asked about the sock thing as joke in interviews. I really, really hate them. Perhaps more than underwear. In fact, I'd sooner wear underwear everyday than socks in warmer months.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
I have no delusions of thinking that any man ever stops, but given a choice he'd prefer the other.

Apples and oranges. Sometimes you just feel like "relieving yourself" without doing all the work involved in sex. But you're right, sex is better. Almost all the time.

Your grandfather, if he's alive, jerks off.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by the Spartan
Interesting theory Skeks, but wrong, as usual, depressively wrong.

Or maybe the depressive part is because it has been overcast and drizzly where I am for days now. Just when I thought a summer for me might be around the corner the weather goes south, sts, which may explain why I have the Smiths song, Suffer Little Children, running through my head in an infinite loop.

To be honest, it’s actually unusual for me to be down unless the weather is down. Ask Mario, the cubicle mate, in the sunshine I’m a chipper good news type of guy. Up with people. However I must make a confession, there are a few who know me well who have their own ideas of my jolly moods, but TMI. My rule of thumb on this board is I don’t give out too much information. World’s may collide but it ain’t gonna be here as my personal stats don’t really intersect with the cyberosity of this place. No offence.

Now you may define this is shyness or an incapacity for sexual honesty with my FBrethern, but I would prefer that you identify me as an anti-poser, because if I were to enter the one-manship contests of sexual braggadocio of some here I would either be a loser or liar and I vastly prefer the former to the latter or maybe I should say I have more experience with the former. After all, true confession, I remember since adolescence knowing the stinging reminders of being a little odd, phreakish, and perhaps anachronistic in my conservative sexual mores.

And as with my lurkish socking or sockish lurking here, I too well recall the many times since leaving my parents farm in Vermont to go to college in the big city up until, well last month, when the weather turned falsely, alluringly nice, spending hours hiding behind trees in parks or riding the bus around town just to surreptitiously leer at the young pretty women in their skimpy seasonal thigh high skirts and belly baring shirts. Summertime beauty. It’s like the thought of the new young summertime file clerk here in the office, my double secret imaginary girlfriend, and the lust inspiring smell of the floral shampoo that wafts off her hair when she scampers by my office, after which I have to lock the door for a few minutes. Ah happy times.

Anyway, I digress, what I wanted to share before I left for the evening was a dream I had this afternoon after lunch. Actually it was more of a hazy, eyes rolling into the back of my head, afternoon stupor daydream or a vision. In it I was tired of being straight and unfulfilled, so I made the decision to switch teams and come out as a lesbian. And in my new found sexual self I blatantly set my sights on seducing the young file clerk, who thereupon turned me down. Turns out she had a secret boyfriend. Mario. The cubicle mate. Fucker.

God, you managed to beat me for most senseless burning of syllables to make a five word point.

I need to get some.

Here's my advice - quit thinking and go find someone to fuck. It could rain icepicks and mucous for a month and I'd still feel allright as long as I was getting laid. Tends to work that way with humans.

Oh, and act on the lesbian thing.

[dtb]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
[Football] has more strategy and mental aspects to it than any other sport. Maybe baseball comes close, but the duel between a pitcher and hitter to determine whether he ought to swing isn't all that exciting. A perfectly executed hit and run doesn't get the blood rolling.

Football more strategy than baseball? You've gotta be kidding me! Granted, I don't know much about football strategy, I have long since fallen off the football-fan wagon. I find it so incredibly tedious and stupid -- you can't see anything that's going on -- eh, I don't know.

But there is a lot more strategy involved in baseball than the duel between pitcher and hitter! That's only one small part of it -- where to place the infielders, where to place the outfielders, when to steal, when to bunt, where to move the players when the ball's been hit, etc.

Football to me seems like a bunch of meatheads running into each other while the nice-assed receivers run down the field to try to catch the ball. That's about it. Oh -- and that creative-dance routine in the end-zone when they've scored a touchdown -- I suppose that is a nice touch.

[patentparanyc]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I'd quit. I have never worn socks except in winter and with suits (except the seersucker). Nothing is more confining than a pair of socks. They are only necessary if you have bad foot odor.

I have actually asked about the sock thing as joke in interviews. I really, really hate them. Perhaps more than underwear. In fact, I'd sooner wear underwear everyday than socks in warmer months.

Sebby, you really don't wear socks ever, even with a suit, when you are meeting with a client?

[soup sandwich]

Originally posted by ironweed
They've tried it several ways - PKs if tied at end of regulation, sudden death (the "golden goal" - first goal in overtime period wins, if still tied after end of of OT then PKs), modified sudden death (the "silver goal" - team leading after completion of first overtime period wins, if still tied play second overtime period, if still tied PKs). Everybody moans about all of these options for various reasons. Sudden death sounds good but watching the 120th minute of a draw can be dire, esp when you know you're just going to be getting PKs at the end of it. The Euros are being played on silver goal rules this year but no doubt UEFA will change it yet again.

I watch all of five minutes of soccer a year, but here are some suggestions:

How about pulling goalies or not allowing them to use their hands in OT? How about removing one palyer from each team every ten minutes to create more space and more opportunities? How about not calling offsides in OT? Have any of these been tried?

Also, I always thought a Golden Goal was a goal scored in "extra time" added to the end of the game.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I'd quit. I have never worn socks except in winter and with suits...

Originally posted by patentparanyc
Sebby, you really don't wear socks ever, even with a suit, when you are meeting with a client?

No, he never wear socks. Not even with a suit. Not even in winter.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Here's my advice - quit thinking and go find someone to fuck. It could rain icepicks and mucous for a month and I'd still feel allright as long as I was getting laid. Tends to work that way with humans.

I think you mean sockless humans.

TM

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by soup sandwich
I watch all of five minutes of soccer a year, but here are some suggestions:

How about pulling goalies or not allowing them to use their hands in OT? How about removing one palyer from each team every ten minutes to create more space and more opportunities? How about not calling offsides in OT? Have any of these been tried?

Also, I always thought a Golden Goal was a goal scored in "extra time" added to the end of the game.

Why not increase the number of players on the roster and keep playing? I'd rather see the scrubs win it with a real goal than have it go to PKs.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by dtb
Football more strategy than baseball?

Yes.

TM