I don't even see not that there's anything wrong with that TV.
OT: Evan Dando and Juliana Hatfield are still alive? And 43?
Christ, I feel old.
I was once at a party with Evan D. I got pissed and left early, and didn't actually meet him. How's that for tenuous connections?
How's that for tenuous connections?
Certainly more tenuous than this one.
You know, it is also Indigenous people's day, but so far only Bitch has mentioned that in her facebook update.
I don't see what all the fuss is about.
4: People wait in line to buy drugs? I sort of thought every transaction was a furtive matter of signal, sign, countersign, sleight-of-hand, separate ways. I am not very cool naïve.
I remember going to take a tour of a replica of the Santa Maria. We were in Columbus and it was Columbus Day, so it seemed fitting. There was a small, and very white, group of people protesting.
8: in LA they walk into the store and peer at what's arrayed behind behind the glass of the display case. I wouldn't think that was the kind of drugs alameida was buying, though.
I've never waited in line for drugs, but then I've never bought drugs in a laundromat, or in New York. Who knows how things work in New York, in laundromats.
Somebody always cuts the head off the Columbus statue in the North End of Boston for Columbus Day.
I've heard that in New York, you can get a special "East River" scented Tide.
11: That seems kinda hostile. Couldn't they just grape him in the mouth?
This summer, somebody paint-bombed a statue of Columbus that is down the road a bit from campus.
4: Aw. I spent a lot of time in that neighborhood. It makes me think of the Pyramid Club and Save the Robots. Sniff. (A whole lot of sniffing.)
The Laundromat wasn't actually a laundromat. It was just a brownstone with a stoop you stood alongside. Once three or four people were lined up a guy would come outside and dispense the goods.
16: That must have been confusing. They should have called it the brownstone with the guy who sell drugs.
There s/b an 's' after "guy" or "sell".
20: I like it but I don't love it. Think young, attractive, nodding off, super-skinny but without those gross under-eye circles, still together enough occasionally to use shampoo. Really brainstorm, though: run outside that box and go wilding in the park with it.
That seems like a terribly insecure drug-dealing strategy.
22 to 16. 21 seems like a pretty good business plan.
23: That's already a stool softener.
Columbus day contribution.
I heard Georgie Fame telling a story where he was trying to produce a session for Van Morrison which was supposed to include one of the songs - forget which - that reference Columbus. And Morrison, who's like that, turned up and announced that Columbus was rubbish, and he was going to sing about that Norwegian guy who got there 400 years earlier. But he couldn't remember his name. So all this expensive studio time was ticking away while Van Morrison sat on his arse and Georgie Fame had to ring everybody he could think of who might know the name of Leif Ericsson. Eventually he had to place a call to a musician in Oslo in the middle of the night, their time, so that he could record the song the guy in the studio was being paid to sing.
Among my facebook friends, these statements are almost all coming from self-proclaimed straight allies, the exceptions being two people who are making political points about their own outness for reasons of their own and one who didn't specify zir own fit in the whole system but is maybe inching toward coming out at last. Those of us who are out on a normal basis, though, don't seem to be playing along and I don't know if it's because of discomfort with the HRC or what.
Years and years ago, I was walking down South Street in Philadelphia, about a dozen blocks away from the shopping district, when a guy yelled at me from across the street "HEY WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME CRACK!" It was very disconcerting.
It was very disconcerting.
It was like he could see into your mind! How much did you buy?
Excellent investigative technique, there, GSwift. You've almost got him.
A guy who's yelling at passerby's almost certainly is a crackhead with no money who's jonesing like crazy. He'll offer to hook you up with his connect if you buy him a rock. Maybe you get some crack. Maybe you get fake crack. Maybe they rob you. The surprise is part of the fun.
Wait, what if this blog was set up by GSwift as an elaborate sting operation, tricking folks into making confessions of crimes, and then arresting them? Is that what happened to the missing commenters? HOLY SHIT CALA IS IN A UTAH PRISON.
So all this expensive studio time was ticking away while Van Morrison sat on his arse and Georgie Fame had to ring everybody he could think of who might know the name of Leif Ericsson.
Thanks to Wikipedia, ARM Holdings, and GPRS service, our long nightmare of wasted recording time is now at an end. "ah...*taps*...Van? It's Leif Ericsson you're thinking of. 1, 2, 3, 4..."
I'm pretty sure that's not right Halford. It's probably just some combination of virus and fungus.
Do they let you have coffee in Utah prisons? A change might not be bad.
Maybe he was so worried about being taken for a drug dealer that he was trying a double bluff?
"HEY WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME CRACK!"
No?
The surprise is part of the fun.
I remember a hobo trying to sell us an open bottle of 'wine.' We were underaged, but not anywhere near that kind of desperation.
tricking folks into making confessions of crimes
She just blurted it out!
People just say ridiculous stuff, sometimes when you'd rather they not. "It's the end of the shift and this is just a godamn traffic stop. I know your "boyfriend" there is paranoid and high as shit, but his sudden proclamation of "SHE'S GOT CRACK IN HER PUSSY!" is not helping us get out of here in a timely fashion."
"SHE'S GOT CRACK IN HER PUSSY!"
In retrospect, the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups audience wasn't ready for Charles Bukowski.
There a joke you don't see a good set-up for often.
In my misspent youth I was wandering into town to buy a little hash when I was stopped by a woman with a clipboard who asked me why I was coming into town. So I said, "If I said I was going to by cannabis, would it screw up your survey?", and she said, "No, it would be the most interesting answer I've had all day." So I said, "Well, then", and we parted the best of friends.
I was stopped by a woman with a clipboard who asked me why I was coming into town
I wonder if your response changed the content of the Welcome Wagon Gift Basket?
"If I said I was going to by cannabis, would it screw up your survey?"
If you were to write your own answer and you spelled "by" that way, it might have screwed up the survey.
I remember a hobo trying to sell us an open bottle of 'wine.'
"Ever heard of 'steampunk'?" is what the hobo I encountered on Friday night asked me as I walked by. "Wow," I thought, "that steampunk thing really is passé."
45: It may have a different meaning in certain social settings.
You mean something particularly hobo-phonic? If it does, it hasn't reached Urban Dictionary yet.
I thought it might have something to do with combining the notion of steam grates for warmth with the prison definition of punk.
I figured Steampunk when way over when I saw the previews for this week's Castle
Steampunk is what washed-up hobo consultants bore strangers about in cocktail lounges.
#49. Dude was standing outside an ABC studio, so that must be what he was talking about. Maybe he wasn't a hobo; maybe he was an advisor.
I realized the other day that one of my clients who really does have schizophrenia also probably does crack. And I nearly got stumbled into by some druggie. Some white person in a car told me that the neighborhood wasn't safe. That corner wasn't so hot, and I'd never go there at night but still.
She's been amazingly lucid lately for her (still psychotic, but more aware that some of her delusions are not real--still believes that she has babies in the wall, but you know). Now, I'm sad that she's hanging around too much with the wrong crowd and that she's making her illness worse.
I also think she's playing me in a small way--though I do like her. This is about relatively minor stuff--like does she eat protein and vegetables and not just sugar products that she can bum off of other people.
I realized the other day that one of my clients who really does have schizophrenia also probably does crack.
Peek at her finger pads for discoloration/callouses from burns. Standard crackpipe is a straight glass stem they sell those flowers in. Heats up pretty quick when you flame it. Strands of copper brillo/chore boy in weird places like her purse, in a car, etc. is another giveaway. They pull it apart and stuff it in the glass tube as a filter.
Thanks for the information. I know that she burned the back of her neck, but I think that the site manager said that that was from doing a perm (straightening her hair).
She doesn't have a car, and she's supposed to keep her cigarettes in the office, because she was smoking (cigarettes) unsafely in her room. I don't think she has a driver's license, and there's no way that she could have a car (goes above the SSI threshold of $2K in assets, guardian wouldn't sign off on it, etc.)
Standard crackpipe is a straight glass stem they sell those flowers in.
For that reason, many stores stopped selling those flowers and it is harder to find a way to say, "I love you more than this Dr Pepper and nearly as much as this giant bag of Doritos."
HOLY SHIT CALA IS IN A UTAH PRISON.
Most boring straight-to-DVD movie release ever.
Shower scene deleted?
I LOVE GAY INDIANS
HEY WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY SOME CRACK!
HOLY SHIT CALA IS IN A UTAH PRISON
SHE'S GOT CRACK IN HER PUSSY!
I was offered hashish in Lisbon. A dude precipitated out of the crowd and said to me, "Hashish?" I turned him down, since I already had plenty socked away in my pussy.
59: More clues to Standpipe's big day?
59: it's legal in Portugal. Pretty much any drug is legal for personal use in Portugal.