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I always write content in the evening and post throughout the following day. I used to fall asleep wondering if I would get any comments agreeing or disagreeing with me the next day.
These days, a post about nothing can easily result in a heated 50-comment discussion of something entirely unrelated. I am so saturated in cVillain.com that I’ve gone from the conscious to the subconscious and started dreaming about narratives from the site.
Studies of normative behaviors of online communities are not new. Longitudinal studies of the implications of Myspace and Facebook subscription and participation for one’s identity construct and physical social interactions are well under way. What we have going on is interesting because we’re reaching consensus on what we, or a prototypical “cVillain,” prefer in Charlottesville. But whereas I think a lot of online interaction stays online, our interaction translates to a social life, consumerism, and making out.
Stop rolling your eyes! The cVillain prototype is so f*ing condescending sometimes! And by sometimes, I mean all the time! Gahhh. Here’s your damn list.
Stuff We Love to Hate
People who move to our city and criticize it, or us. I told grumpygirl to move if she doesn’t like it. Maybe it was a little harsh. But don’t call us judgmental until you really get to know us. Then you can call us judgmental!
Agreeing with Ethan. Ethan likes to argue in interesting ways. People like to argue back. Ethan used to argue with me more, but now I agree with him more often than not. Ethan, stick around.
Pretentiousness. Oh, if we could only hear how we probably sound when we’re criticizing pretentiousness…
Anywhere in Charlottesville that is not “downtown.” The majority of our readers probably neither live nor work downtown, and yet our world revolves around its commerce, cuisine, and sewage smells. I dare someone to review Cheeseburger in Paradise. That’s right. You heard me.
Stuff We Hate to Love
Cheap, light beer. Talk talk talk all day about our expensive beer. There’s a cVillain party at Zinc and what beer do people order? Cheap, light beer.
Coran. I’ve heard it been called “the empire” one too many times! It is beyond me how people can be so whiny about all he does while still patroning his restaurants and going to his venues for concerts. He’s investing in YOUR happiness, cVillains. Enjoy it.
OXO late nights. At this point, we all still go to OXO, but we’ve stopped talking about it so much.
Floozy/Silmo/Parlie/hipster-doofus/caroline/Sha nay nay/oy/everyone’s flirting. It’s like watching a dog hump a piece of furniture. You know you should break it up, but you just have to watch.
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like watching a dog hump a piece of furniture…. hahahah
apparently I like humping a piece of furniture like a dog! So watch away!
can’t help it - I’ve got a dead sexy couch
and you left someone off your flirt list, you little vixen
I love to hate hating love.
I believe the technical term is “pushin’ cushion.”
I guess it would have to be a Bassett hound.
I’ll take the plunge on the Cheesburger review. It’s awful. I went with my wife and in-laws for lunch one day in the spring. We all ate the same thing, the eponymous cheeseburger from the song (sing it with me: “…lettuce and tomato, Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes”), which was less remarkable than burgers at Chili’s, Outback or Ruby Tuesday’s, and 4 of the 6 of us got sick after lunch. The decor is nearly non-existant (bare, painted concrete floor, industrial exposed ceiling and hvac, smatterings of wannabe tiki/beach look) and the service was mediocre, even given a light lunch crowd (the place was about half full). I don’t know if anyone else has had a similar experience, but I was definitely not impressed.
Mathmatical review:
Cheeseburger = (OK but forgettable food + tasty drinks) X overpriced
Me so smart.
i heart all of you…..who’s up for a quickie make out session? lillith you’re included love. mmmuaaaaah.
Right back at ya, caroline, honey. I’d like to say a big THANK YOU to nay nay if she’s out there in cyberspace somewhere for all her help tonight. I hope you made it home ok in those boots-so-not-made-for-walkin.
I heard tell cheeseburger has a drink named “cheesburger in paradise”. welp, that bout sums it up fer me.
The worst part of Cheeseburger in Paradise is that at 5 PM every day they play, yep, “It’s 5 O’Clock Somewhere.” At the top of every other hour, their eponymous song. It’s a perfectly fine place to get sloppy drunk, though. The sort of thing one likes, for those who like that sort of thing.
I don’t wanna go out with Ethan no more, he fight too much