Thursday, July 2, 2009

Clams

cheesoning: niteowl noted that previous hoohah cleaning standard was Crisco
Niteowl: lubing up! cleaning out! and enough left over for a nice fish fry!
Katya: ewwwwwww
Katya: THASS NAHSTAY
cheesoning: yeah, mang. I just had lunch.
cheesoning: yer gross
Niteowl: I AM!?!?
Cyrano: *please say it was Long John Silvers* *please say it was Long John Silvers* *please say it was Long John Silvers*
Niteowl: douche is to clean the armpits, right?
cheesoning: yes.
Katya: was it long john silvers?
cheesoning: sure
Cyrano: http://www.longjohnsilvers.com/
Katya: i love me some fried clams
Katya: its a secret shame
Katya: a deliciously secret shame
cheesoning: why shame?
Cyrano: but a lucrative webcamn business.
cheesoning: that's lubed clams, cyrano
Niteowl: maybe it's just womenfolk with a zest for suntanning their unmentionables, cheesoning
cheesoning: heh, unmentionables. Seems we're not afraid to mention them.
Katya: hoohahs
ralph: making women feel shame and self-disgust for profit, I said.
ralph: ...nonjudgmentally
Cyrano: I'm more of a hobbyist.

Restaurants

ralph: monk to parents: I'm thinking of moving to San Jose or Seattle
ralph: mom (asian art grad student): they have lots of chinese restaurants in Seattle!
Niteowl: no way.
ralph: dad: 'cept they call 'em "restaurants" there,
ralph: fuck you dad
Niteowl: or, as we call them in Seattle restaurants
Niteowl: damnit
Niteowl: we call things like "Denny's", Occidental Eateries
Niteowl: they charge 35 dollars for a Moons Over My Hammy
ralph: hey, wanna eat white?
Cyrano: Cracker Barrel.
Niteowl: naw, my heart disease is acting up
Cyrano: Doesn't get whiter than that.
betaray: Do they force you to order by number there?
betaray: and say bad things about you in english assuming you have no idea what they're saying

Like a Metaphor

ralph: metaphor overload, mostly deleted
Niteowl: you can never overload a metaphor
ralph: uh oh...
Niteowl: and there you have the basis of all my blogging
ralph: phew
betaray: that would be like shooting fish in a barrel with your good foot forward
ralph: christ
ralph left the room.
ralph entered the room.
betaray: I'm the only one that took the bate
betaray: you're safe
ralph: just figured if I logged off you'd get the last word in the RD post
Niteowl: naw, that'd be like shooting a fish in a barrel with a gatling gun loaded with depleted uranium and instead of a barrel it's a turkish coffee cup and instead of just a fish it's a rather freakishly large Koi fed on the corpses of estrogen pumped ruminants
betaray: much better
Cyrano: except it's a similie.

The Future

betaray: Hooray for the internet
betaray: I just bought a text book for an insanely low price
betaray: because used a website that search a collection of websites that contain the inventory thousands of book stores
betaray: and one of the book stores put the used price on a new book
ralph: you make it sound like sci-fi.
betaray: and I didn't even have to leave my chair
betaray: it is sci fi!
betaray: we're in the future!!
ralph: later, an enormous assemblage of iron steel and rubber will move at high speed
ralph: down a conduit made of asphalt hundreds of miles at the speed of a cheetah
ralph: carrying your "textbook" and thousands of others
ralph: within days.
cheesoning: are you suggesting tubes/truck?
ralph: no he bought a real book
betaray: Only after being trekked cross country in a cargo air transport vessel
Cyrano: man will never fly!
Cyrano: that's just crazy talk!
betaray: Using the witchery of Bernoulli

Nature : The Musical

cheesoning: I know - one of the main drivers for my wife wanting to travel Canada is to see the squirrels. I'm not kidding.
Niteowl: ?! really? squirrels?
spruce: the squirrels in BC are really big and often black. In the east, where I'm from they're tiny and cute.
cheesoning: she wants to see a black squirrel IRL (not just pictures)
Niteowl: those aren't everywhere?
cheesoning: nope
Niteowl: weird!
Niteowl: i see them on my way to the SUB
Niteowl: they look at me and start snapping rhythmically
Niteowl: "When you're a Jet you're a jet for you life little man you're a boy litttle boy you're a MAN"
cheesoning: see, that's what she's looking for in a trip to Canada
cheesoning: black squirrels and dance fights

Canadian Squirrels

spruce: Once there, I saw what must have been a hundred eagles all flying around. It was crazy.
cheesoning: the building where I work is right next to a forest preserve, so we have a hawk that hunts on our grounds on occasion
cheesoning: pretty awesome to watch
cheesoning: we call skunks Canadian Squirrels
cheesoning: *pats self on back for that one
Niteowl: cheesoning: I"LL CUT YOU
cheesoning: DO IT
Niteowl: we love our canadian squirrels
Niteowl: unless it's been a while since they expressed their odour glands.

Uncalled For

Niteowl: oh right, we call them European Starlings
Niteowl: lots of them at UBC
ralph: you would call them that
Niteowl: hey, poor-man's spy, go easy on me.
Niteowl: lowered-expectations spy
Niteowl: OH I"M BURNING YOU NOW
ralph: 'course. Because you're really a pyro at heart. W+M1, lots of wav files. likes birthday mode.