Oh, and I had the attendees as follows:
teo?
eb
Turgid Jacobian
Bonsaisue
Charley Carp
PGD
Becks
catherine
Cyrus
Rah
Robust
togolosh
'smasher?
Frostbite
fedward?
eekbeat
me
TJ - did you get Becks' message regarding the improbability of getting your wee one into a bar.
Really? Never had a problem. Of course campus bars are different. Hmm. Maybe we won't be able to make it. or perhaps just myself. Will advise.
Far as I know right now I'll be there. Is this in the upstairs with the Tables of Unsettling Newness, or downstairs with the Taxicab Memorial Wall?
I will be there. people who (?) are commuting from Baltimore can stay on my couch if they want to.
I'll most likely be running late, as I have to come in from work in Chantilly. Is there a secret signal so I can find the rest of all y'all?
Is there a secret signal so I can find the rest of all y'all?
Just yell "Knives out, motherfuckers!" as loud as you can.
Will they be in the same bar but in parallel universes?!?!
Ask ari.
teo?
I'll be there, but I don't know when I'll show up. Definitely later than 7.
i'll be there probably right at 7 but am only able to stay a little while. i hope i get to see lots of you!
i'll be there probably right at 7 but can only stay for a little bit. hope to see most of you!
Just checked in, off to lunch, Capitol tour, then Dupont C. We'll be there right at 7 or mighty close and I have access to email at pseudonym@ nc dot rr dot com.
I'll be there a little after seven. You can identify me by the spiral patterns in my sulci. Or else suggest a better method.
Don't forget to liveblog. Some of us will be working and in need of entertainment.
They never do, Jesus. Just smite them in advance for not liveblogging -- there's no need to wait for them to actually not, because they just won't. Guaranteed.
Alright, you bastards. You've now been given an opportunity to prove Emerson unambiguously wrong.
ou're such a fucking weenie, Jesus. If I had your Christ job there'd be a hell of a lot more smiting going on.
17: I think it's just Jehova who does the smiting. Christ is all love and hippy shit. The Holy Goat is hiding from Mickey Kaus.
Aaand of course some last minute BS means I'll miss the meetup. Dammit.
Next time.
Have fun!
Also not making it to your precious meetup. Clowns.
I've liveblogged meetups!
Everybody should follow my example.
Traffic was TERRIBLE so I'm running 20ish late. Also, my phone broke like JUST NOW.
Well, it's not exactly liveblogging, but it's a good start. Keep it up!
upstairs not open until 8. Apparently im the only person here though. Im in black shirt and white pants if anyone else comes looking.
Good, good! Keep at it. Now what's happening?
Shall I liveblog looking for parking?
people gathering. Me, Charleycarp, Becks, frostbite. Becks phone is broken, so comment here if you're lost or something.
so, Becks and Eb, pay like attention to each other, coz i 'd love to see my prediction coming true
I'm about to walk down there. Since I see there's live commenting I won't schlep my laptop and 3G data card.
No, do it! There can never be too much liveblogging. You might need to fill in if somebody else slacks off. Which they seem to be doing.
Rah wants to know why apo has been posting portuguese porn to the blog.
Because that Portuguese porn isn't going to post itself. Duh.
Decided to drive due to plans later. Parking sucks down here. I kinda forgot that. We're now discussing pseuds.
37: yes, to what end? MORE LIVE-BLOGGING! I don't care if you don't have time to actually speak to each other in person, I want live-blogging!
Tweety already has the amyl nitrite poppers out on his desk. Now he NEEDS some stimulus worth using them with.
The theatuh, the theatuh, what's happened to the theatuh?
Especially where dancing is concerned.
40: otherwise I'll never get the whole thing in there!
My God, they're trapped in a Simon & Garfinkel song.
There should be a meetup at one of Blume's cousin's plays. Now that'd be something.
I'm trying to send RMcMP and Rah to Blume's cousin's play tomorrow, as a matter of fact. He's really good in it, BTW.
This does not surprise me. He was really good when we saw him. Go, RMMP! Go, Rah! It'll be worth it!
Fedward is way more intrepid than me. I think dealing with phone internet is more annoying than fun.
Annoying for you, maybe. But think about your audience!
Who drinks at work: tough cops, successful lawyers, and private detectives who are about to get laid.
Who disapproves of drinking at work: pencil-dick admins and the IAB, rich clients who probably did it, and the police force that wrongly fired you, respectively.
The mass media are clear: slainte!
Who drinks at work: tough cops, successful lawyers, and private detectives who are about to get laid.
Also software engineers, depending.
I have to take off in a few to pick up my girlfriend at Blume's cousin's (and her) play, but I'll try to instill the urgency of your need in those who remain. Slackers.
I once worked for a publishing company that kept cases and cases of fairly good champagne in a storage closet and once a week we would all be called into the conference room to celebrate something with said champagne. Sometimes this got annoying -- no, really -- and we would try to get out of drinking champagne in the conference room. My boss there also got annoyed if you didn't drink with him at lunch. I spent a lot of time asleep under my desk.
57: convince Blume's cousin to come to the meetup!
I write in connection with missive numbered 56, which casts unfounded aspersions upon my profession. I have been employed in the software industry for fourteen years and not once have I ....
you guys anre the best man and I thinkd this referrference is stupidd.
I had two beers once at lunch with a colleague in a four person office when the boss and other coworker were gone for the weekend. I felt unbelievably useless for the remainder of the workday.
On the other hand, on occassion I've cracked open the laptop during the train ride home after a couple of after-work drinks and wondered the following morning when I'd learned to write with such passion.
My conclusion: only mix drink and work under circumstances where you will have the luxury of revising the following day.
Have sent Rah, trashed, to Ben's Chili Bowl in the care of Matt F. Your prayers are appreciated.
Also, there are requests that apo post the video of the LEGO animation of "Put the F-ing Lotion in the Basket", the link to which I sent him this week.
Who drinks at work: anyone with "clients." A certain style of bookdealer, for example. Haven't you seen The Ninth Gate? A friend reports that the last time he shared evening cognac with a client, they got into a hoo-haw about price about something or other, and he wound up drunkenly waving another book about: "Five bucks! Five bucks! You want it?? Five bucks, you stupid!"
Never again.
Should trashed people eat at Ben's Chili Bowl? I think I've seen pictures of the fare there.
64: I think that's what it's for.
62: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPnQ77a1UVk
Ben's Chili Bowl saved my drunk ass many times.
Rain down the devastation, Jesus. I told you. Sifu is trying to spam the poll, but the truth is the truth.
Becks thinks I'm weird now because I practically stuck my head in her chest, but it's just because I'm deaf!
I just told Stanley I love staring at him.
MORE LIVE-BLOGGING! Can't you real-life people tell Emerson is bereft?
Come on, people. I'm hearing better material from my kids right now, and I can listen to that anytime.
If only there were some way for those of us not in D.C. to entertain each other.
I like 74, it must be said.
76: look, shadow puppets!
Um, my brother just called me to tell me a story about Kris Kristofferson yelling at Toby Keith.
He then told me that he was drinking Selosse champagne and that I ought to wish I was drinking it too.
That's all I got.
I'm going on another long walk tomorrow, but it's not as long as the other one.
Apparently Kris Kirstofferson appears in the right-wing "Shuttin' Detroit Down" video. This is what the New York Times tells me.
I'm watching The Mighty Boosh. I'm not high, though. I'm not sure it's working.
I just downloaded this album on emusic.
I'm just throwing stuff out there. Not as good at this as Sifu.
None of this absolves the DC people from their liveblogging responsibilities. Smite them, Jesus.
80: what's right-wing about that song? (Other than the person singing it.)
I just came home from a party at which all of the people were real, and none of them imaginary.
It was weird.
There was one guy who's a local radio host, and it was funny to overhear his conversation. He talks less about Raul Malo IRL.
No funny stories, sorry. We were all fairly sober. Good food, tho. Ice cream cake.
Jesus is on the point of being stripped of his Christ credential. We want a virile smiting Christ, not a weeny relativist Christ who wants to "understand" the malefactors.
But then we definitely wouldn't get any liveblogging. Maybe they'll atone.
ATONE, SINNERS! LIVE-BLOGGING IS THE... LIVE! BLOGGING!
Just pour encourager les autres. We'll lose a few good or semi-good people, but the word will get out.
If only there were some way for those of us not in D.C. to entertain each other clean my house so I don't have to.
92: have you tried breast-feeding?
Crap, wrong thread.
Have now exchanged trashed/not roles with Rah. Have been taught dirty sign language by Cecily. teo is still disturbingly hot. Ben's Chili Bowl is magical. Shall push forward into the jungle with sunrise on the morrow; hope this finds you hale and Christian.
94: One person is exempted from devastation. Robusto henceforth shall be called "Lot".
Sorry, other people there!
Keep it up!
Just lie back and think of Teo.
96: what about the other people who liveblogged? You're a real judgin' Moses there, Emerson.
teo showed up? Was he in that flannelish dark shirt? Maybe I'm more intoxicated than I thought if I didnt notice him.
I'm in the metro on my way home. A stick in the mud, and or living wayyy far away in Arlington.
Wayyy far away.
I'm home. Nobody taught me any dirty phrases; I feel cheated.
We're of course long since back at the room now. Many thanks to everyone who was there, as we both had a fantastic time.
Tomorrow: cherry blossoms, street festival, parade, theatuh, food at a meatatorium one of Rah's colleagues recommended, possibly late-night Lincoln Memorial photography and walking about.
Sunday: not using my feet to get anywhere at all.
Fedward: bigger and balder than I would've guessed from the comments.
PGD staring at Stanley: not as creepy as it sounds.
You have to be there to liveblog something, Sifu. The Lord appreciates your attempt to save your friends.
Also, nobody fucks with The Jesus.
so Eb didn't show up i guess, b/c no any further exciting developments reported
he's a shy recluse though with a great sense of humor, so it's understandable, but hopefully it was not me who like caused him to freeze out, to drop at the last moment etc sorry
people have different wavelengths, emotional or just activity, i for example liveskyped with my family and friends as usually in the morning or evening coz 12hrs time difference and sometimes we miss each other's moods, morning and evening is different, or there are for example monthly mood alterations, bipolar i think should not be characterized as a disorder, it's just a mainstream people's characteristic, to change periodically, and everybody experiences it to greater or lesser degrees
so it's it's like even surprising that people get each other occasionally in all this chaos of individual ups and downs
Then how come no further exciting developments were reported?
You want to read about the Youtube series X is putting together, Y's upcoming French adventure (to be followed, employment gods willing, by an Alaska adventure), or Z's new and improved marijuana habit? Or maybe speculation along with A about the meaning of B and C's apparent exchange of phone numbers?
Fill in any names you like, we're all imaginary anyway. Some or all of the above may be fictional, having no relationship to any actual persons.
oh, that's great, sorry i'm like being nosy, great great i'm pleased, so let's see
controlling one's mood, without any drugs, is really challenging, i thought, but possible of course, diet caffeine exercise nail cutting netflix watching window shopping blog reading cake eating, like just one word or sentence or image and something is altered
but i think it's an example of unstability, if that small thing can alter something, but if it's altered to the positive side and if to choose only the positives then the net effect is like all positive and quantity becomes quality and without any medication
but then again, when all that positives are getting accumulated and after some time and amount it reaches the threshold and anything more can't evoke positiveness anymore and one relapses into the negative side, if one slides like gradually, one doesn't mention, if abruptly it's bipolar/ocd
really no use then of choosing one kind of stimulus only all the time, maybe should have different ones at the same time, +-,-+ just try to respond like adequately, some people have it completely mixed up and confused, so, have to have different stimuli all the time to get rid of high sensitivity or something and try to be always calm, a little bit dull existence then if all the time
so maybe it's like a blessing to have these alternate mood swings, just have to realize that negative is not really all negative but it's like a prerequisite of a better time and just hang in there
I liked my mild bipolarity a lot when I had it, and dislike the flatter affect I have now, tending toward the blah.
Read, that sound Chinese, like a yin-yang cycle.
108: It is suggested that you like stay away from the brown acid.
when i had it
so now you don't have it? can it be cured? i doubt it, without medications i mean
flat affect, anhedonia i think results from like excesses, in healthy people, or, i'm not sure, from disciplined conditioning?
the flatter affect i looked up can't find, it's like recklessness perhaps
when my niece was visiting me we went to the movie together and i envied to her reactions, she was laughing and stroking me at the especially funny places, very lively, open reactions, enjoyable
when i could just smile, i mean i enjoyed the comedy too, but with that restricted external display, it's like strange perhaps to look from the side
My bipolarity was just a noticible pattern, where sometimes I'd feel almost excessively happy and other times depressed within 24 hours. It wasn't diagnosed or treated. The nice feature is that I could go to be feeling pretty bad and wake up feeling cheerful. No more.
110 i have all kinds of toxins in the lab, snake venom etc but those like just abstractly coexist on the shelves
i have a nice little lab all to myself and it's really a shame that i can't achieve more significant and meaningful results, so, have to work, work, work
and now
The lotion in the basket link lives up to its promise.
I really have no idea how to take 102.1.
As a short hairy person I'm also bemused.
Read, can you send me an email? Name at gmail.
There was a point where I went over to the other side of the table to try to see what was going on with people I hadn't had a chance to talk to much, but they were pretty much all staring at their phones. Now I see that they must have been liveblogging.
117 wow, what about? i'm like intimidated
/kidding, sure, yes
I was serious about my kids coming up with better material. Overheard from the bathtub last night:
M: S, thank you for being knowledgeable. Do you know what knowledgeable means?
S: What?
M: It means your bottom is showing.
The twins' dialogue needs no comment. But we should go on with our lives.
Thanks to everyone who showed up for a great meetup. Sorry that I had to leave early. Cyrus, that was indeed me in the dark flannel shirt, and I think I saw you getting on the yellow line while I was waiting for the green line, so we must have left around the same time.
I really have no idea how to take 102.1.
I would like to note that Ion was pretty fucking fantastic.
I really have no idea how to take 102.1.
PGD's opening salvo to me was a remark about my facial hair reminding him of some Civil War dude. The conversation evolved into a rather amusing and detailed account by CharleyCarp of Civil War reënactors. And then we threw flaming couches off the roof.
Oh, and "flaming couches" was the name given to this lurker who showed up. Our apologies, good sir/madam.
123: hey, no one responded to 676 in that thread.
We haven't yet determined the extent of non-deprecated blogger/lurker erotic potential, so I kept a part of my identity hidden.