not tragic, rather the mundane bricks of life -- mundane mudbricks, crafted from fudge colored mud, one part disappointment, two parts boredom, one part ressentiment.
tragic is getting one's cock lopped off, through machinations set forth by that which made the cock great.
Tragic is that I come all the way to Chicago, and two (2) distinct bars out of two (2) attempted have no idea what an aviation is. Is Ben filling my head with nonsense, with respect to mixed drinks? Does he not drink his aviations in Chicago? What am I doing wrong? I mean, besides fruitlessly shlepping those mumble mumble furlongs in search of a beverage, which is kind of dumb now that I think about it.
Am I the best post drunker? I thank the non-aviations.
I dunno what an aviation is, but it makes me think of the just say no commercial in which the phrase "I've got something that will really make you fly" is utilized.
I sit in Chicago presently, a crisp black box of crisp black glass.
I must admit, I'm not actually drunk, either. I'm pretty sure. "Post drunker" came so naturally, which made me suspicious. But my acumen is keen, so keen.
In your brief, is IT outsourcing the res judicata, or the ex falso quodlibet?
SB, you want an aviation, I can make you one. Bars in Chicago blow. I ordered an aviation at the Matchbox, and I had to point out to the guy the fact that he had maraschino liqueur. It's that one, I said. In the straw-covered bottle.
Super! You should holler "Standpipe!" as loud as Wolfsonly possible, so I know where to find you. Or I should holler "Wolfson" as loud as Standpipely possible, if you'd find that more convenient.
that was the most egregious thing I've ever done here. It was almost so bad that I could pretend I'd meant it as an ironic remark, and I thought about doing that.
Look, I drank a lot of beer for a few years after college, and I still haven't worked off the weight. Don't get all slender-normative on me--I love my body! I love it! Who has a donut?
My I reiterate that you are complete moron?
Posted by SomeCallMeTim | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 9:50 PM
I dropped stuff from above: It's clear that you never made a play for her, and that, judging from the cut of the garment on display, is tragic.
Posted by SomeCallMeTim | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 9:53 PM
not tragic, rather the mundane bricks of life -- mundane mudbricks, crafted from fudge colored mud, one part disappointment, two parts boredom, one part ressentiment.
tragic is getting one's cock lopped off, through machinations set forth by that which made the cock great.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:21 PM
I'd like to say tragic is that I am brief-writing in the office, but no it isn't, just mudbricks.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:22 PM
would that ogged responds with his own "shark boy" panty blogging, that would not be mundane mudbricks -- maybe even the seed of tragedy.
Who wants to talk about breach of an IT outsourcing contract?
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:38 PM
wherefore the spry-witted lads and lasses of unfogged? I have had some bad ones as of late. Even still, a fellow needs companions.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:40 PM
shall I get to 100 all by my lonesome? I still have lots more brief to write.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:41 PM
"Wherefore" means "why."
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:42 PM
why indeed -- why art thou ogged? Why art thou absent? why did I write wherefore?
The very name my enemy. Something of the sort.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:47 PM
at any rate, when uncharitable interpretations are preferred, perhaps time best spent elsewhere.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:52 PM
Are you lawyering drunk?
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:52 PM
Tragic is that I come all the way to Chicago, and two (2) distinct bars out of two (2) attempted have no idea what an aviation is. Is Ben filling my head with nonsense, with respect to mixed drinks? Does he not drink his aviations in Chicago? What am I doing wrong? I mean, besides fruitlessly shlepping those mumble mumble furlongs in search of a beverage, which is kind of dumb now that I think about it.
Am I the best post drunker? I thank the non-aviations.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:54 PM
Hello, text. IT outsourcing is not a food. Can you use that?
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:58 PM
I dunno what an aviation is, but it makes me think of the just say no commercial in which the phrase "I've got something that will really make you fly" is utilized.
I sit in Chicago presently, a crisp black box of crisp black glass.
No not drunk, just silly with caffeine.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 10:59 PM
would that it were a food: it would taste bad, but I would enjoy the excretion. In the system for 24 hrs or so, then flushed out into the lake.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:01 PM
I must admit, I'm not actually drunk, either. I'm pretty sure. "Post drunker" came so naturally, which made me suspicious. But my acumen is keen, so keen.
In your brief, is IT outsourcing the res judicata, or the ex falso quodlibet?
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:08 PM
is IT outsourcing the res judicata, or the ex falso quodlibet?
Jeez, just get a room already.
Posted by slolernr | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:15 PM
was going to say it is the res ipsa gallus, but that would tend to lead credence to the above comment.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:21 PM
SB, you want an aviation, I can make you one. Bars in Chicago blow. I ordered an aviation at the Matchbox, and I had to point out to the guy the fact that he had maraschino liqueur. It's that one, I said. In the straw-covered bottle.
It was too sweet.
Posted by ben wolfson | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:26 PM
a crisp black box of crisp black glass
with beams and bolts of steel held fast
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:28 PM
quite good
and deep within the neon blast
computer screen of sickly cast
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:37 PM
you want an aviation, I can make you one.
Super! You should holler "Standpipe!" as loud as Wolfsonly possible, so I know where to find you. Or I should holler "Wolfson" as loud as Standpipely possible, if you'd find that more convenient.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:54 PM
I have his phone number, if you want it.
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:57 PM
Or! We could all meet at text's obsidian law-prism and write briefs in verse.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-26-05 11:59 PM
If Ben doesn't mind, sure.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:04 AM
236-965-3766
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:06 AM
Ogged, are you sure that's a good idea?
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:11 AM
was that a good idea? (is 236 a chicago area code)?
Anyone who wants to booze it up in my office is most welcome. It's the giant, evil black box lurking by the river.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:11 AM
It's a great idea. Best I've had in a while.
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:12 AM
tell mr security man downstairs you're hear to see the textualist.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:13 AM
fuck to obemoboe
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:15 AM
you're hear to see the textualist.
The synaesthete, more like.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:16 AM
It's a great idea. Best I've had in a while.
You are inscrutable. You are entirely scrute-resistant.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:22 AM
Looking for an easy scrute in the wee Chicago hours?
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:25 AM
that was the most egregious thing I've ever done here. It was almost so bad that I could pretend I'd meant it as an ironic remark, and I thought about doing that.
Listen to the warm.
I'll have to proofsmell this brief.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:25 AM
Wolfson's address is available somewhere on the internet, so why not the phone?
Posted by eb | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:26 AM
For a good scrute, call 456-836-4433.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:29 AM
You can't scrute 364433. I've tried.
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:32 AM
Scrute harder.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:33 AM
The thread comes full circle.
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:36 AM
I don't think your 364433 is my 364433, mon cher ogged.
Posted by Standpipe Bridgeplate | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:46 AM
Ah, indeed it's not. You can't scrute that one either.
Posted by ogged | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 12:52 AM
scrutey-toot toot. I scrute on a lute. A lyre for my fear of the souls I revere.
brief is done.
Posted by text | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 1:18 AM
Area codes!
Posted by ben wolfson | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 8:16 AM
36-44-33? Only if she's 5'3".
Posted by Kriston | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 8:37 AM
And eating a lot of doughnuts, at 44.
Posted by Cala | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 9:02 AM
at 36-44-33, she is a donught.
Posted by mike d | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 9:32 AM
Look, I drank a lot of beer for a few years after college, and I still haven't worked off the weight. Don't get all slender-normative on me--I love my body! I love it! Who has a donut?
Posted by Chopper | Link to this comment | 06-27-05 9:59 PM