Goddammit. We didn't get advance tix in time, so we blew it off to go see Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay. Which was good (if not as good as the original), but nowhere near as much fun as watching you explain to the bpl who we were would have been.
re: that site:
a)I suppose Kevin MacDonald (seen in the Indy 500 piece) is doing God's work, but surely God could better use him elsewhere. Like Pope or something.
b)I don't know what Johanna Stein's abortive beau was thinking. I was not attracted to her at all to begin with, but after watching her opus, I now vaguely am.
c)The only embarrassing adolescent thought I remember(warning: long and stupid):
So I used to be a boy scout, and we hiked a fair bit. Being a nerd and all, I couldn't quite handle it. So during the hikes I used to imitate movie army guys, imagining a cadence to hike to. I'd focus on the 1..2..3..4, just focus on the number and eventually that would crowd out the pain. Recovering from such a hike, I came to the conclusion that I was practicing the converse of Buddhism; I must have been fixating on a mental action to abolish a physical pain. Therefore, Buddhism must be concentrating on a physical action to abolish mental pain (a more pressing concern at the time). So, bolstered by my speculative "Buddhism", I began concentrating intensely on anything I did, as long as it did not involve homework. Bricklaying, hole-digging, anything sufficiently physical provided at least placebic relief. It worked for a while, I guess. Still dropped out though, so fuck you, pretend Buddhism.
Are you going to read from your old blog posts next time you go?
If I attended this, it could only be as a kind of aversion therapy for my phobia of embarassing or humiliating scenes, which trait I apparently share with a number other unfogged commenters.
And, update on the maybe-a-date last night:
We talked for hours, met up with his very nice friends for a while, went out to another bar until 5am or so, and then he put his arm around me and made out with me on the street. When I asked him to come home with me, he suddenly remembered he has a girlfriend. All in all, hardly a wasted evening in my book.
he suddenly remembered he has a girlfriend
"Where am I? How did I get here? Who are you?"
Ah! The good news is, I just checked my cell phone and there were a few explanatory text messages saying he's in the midst of a breakup and has a "tremendous crush" on me and wants to see me again. W00t!
7- Is this an entry from your diary for Get Mortified?
he's in the midst of a breakup
Funny, that.
he's in the midst of a breakup
Good luck!
5: I also can't stand watching people being embarrassed and humiliated, but Mortified doesn't really hit those buttons. Mostly because the performers have a sense of self-awareness and a sense of humor about themselves.
Man, if it were anyone but AWB I'd be yelling "DANGER! DANGER! HE'S A CREEP!" but as it is I kind of want to warn *him*.
Doesn't AWB's meet the criteria for our recent thread on new girlfriends and ex-girlfriends? Whatwas out ruling on that?
From the video clips at the Get Mortified site, my sense is that the show's not so much "haha, those people are making fools of themselves!" as it is "haha, god, we've all been there and isn't it tragic?" I found a lot of the clips really sweet and sad.
B, come to Minnesota! We're having a true blizzard!
Um, no. Also, wow.
Actually I'm supposed to be buying a ticket to visit sometime in the near future.
9: You know, you strike me as far more capable of dealing with this sort of thing than the average bear. Good for you. Sounds like a successful evening.
I can't imagine anything less fun than watching them bare their adolescent souls in adulthood but I get why other people would find it funny. In this regard, it's kind of like comedic watersports.
Last night we watched Grosse Pointe Blank and when Cusack walked into the DJ booth the second time Rah turned to me and said, "This is going to be painful, isn't it?"
Also:
he's in the midst of a breakup
What, he was livetexting his breakup? "Honey! I know I'm home late but I've met another woman and I'm texting her right now!"
My CBD report:
Nothing happened besides talking, but it was quite pleasant, good conversation. I was impressed at the matchup of personality types CBD had achieved - she definitely looked for the same sort of things out of conversation as me. I might have tried for more if she didn't mention she was leaving for another state soon after graduation.
I won't be available for interrogation as my Internet access is spotty.
Also, on the thread subject, I feel obliged to point this out.
Oh, if people want reports on CBD, I have two -- one was really great and we went on a second date. One was a racist. Overall, I think that's pretty good. I anticipate making more extensive use of the service once I get over my impending academic hurdle in a couple weeks.
One was a racist. Overall, I think that's pretty good.
Zippy the Frog: objectively pro-racist.
To be fair, he said "pretty good" rather than "great."
As soon as I hit "post," I realized that people would say I was approving of the racist. I obviously meant that a 50% desirability rate is not bad for such a service.
22: I might have tried for more if she didn't mention she was leaving for another state soon after graduation.
Lemme get this straight: You go on a date with someone, who, despite the fact that they are moving out of state within a month or two has signed up with a "crazy" dating service, and yet you don't "go for more"? Minivet, are you me?
Minivet obviously signed on for Crazy Blind Date only because Judicious Blind Date and Low-Risk, Low-Reward Blind Date are still in beta testing.
CBD is still in beta too, actually.
They've invited me to join the alpha testing group of Crazy Blind Orgy.
That's the Congressional Budget Office. But feel free to show up anyway, it's tons of fun.
'Crazy Blind Orgy' sounds like an orgy of blind people. And everyone knows how wild blind people are!
Yeah, I only date blind chicks now.