Yes, these pics are SO freaking exciting, we just had to post them. And for all of you haters who think no one cares about this stuff…you are so wrong! (shooting devil horns in your general direction). The mystery gift turned out to be a pair of shoes/sandals a million sizes too small for our dear Shenanigans. One day she will meet her Prince Charming and put on the perfect fitting glass/cloth slipper.
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Tagged as: gift, present, shenanigans, stalker
This shit is retarded.
Everybody run, Taliesin’s got a knife!
im sorry its over
At least we get one more day to talk about shen’s box.
The ‘tagged as’ list is hilarious.
Otterdung is a very sweet thoughtful gentleman, so don’t call him a stalker. Me like prezzies.
Me like
prezzieslezzies.FTFY
somebody please make it stop.
@8: Go revive the Sex in C-ville thread
I wish someone would send me a box. I mean that in all its possible connotations.
Slightly off topic: Did you know that there is a specific word for the dung of an otter? Spraints is a technical term for otter dung.
/back to lurk
Spraints
smiling some more!!!
THAT, my dear friends, is what used to be called ‘a well-turned ankle’ and ’such a lovely figure’; the claims of ‘them’ being ’small’ were perhaps inaccurate or over-modest.
Sweet Jesu. Je tombe.
And a French-Manicure to better make deals with French-People on the telephone.
‘Stalker’ might be inappropriate, considering i neither attended though was aware of the event, nor have ever left the toasty confines of my office and abode in contact with Shenanigans, whom I do not recognize from the images nor am acquainted with in life to my knowledge.
{The knife is impressive and guy-stuff cool. What is it and where can i get one?}
@1
Perhaps so. Yet inevitably, it is to the greater good.
The idea of such harmless exchanges, characterized neither by lurid leering loudmouthed frat idiocy nor drunken-ness not as an mere and time-honored lubricator to engaged conversation but a pathetic fit-me-in balm to social anxiety, though perhaps not bordering on the courtly, is at least innocent.
We could do with a touch of innocence now and again.
This downtown cesspit of debauched inaccountability and fervent ephemeral and mucus-y pleasure-seeking (not that courtly love hath not its pleasant and latterly moist rewards) perhaps favors the clumsy and the Simpsons-educated banterers, repartee thick with the originality of SouthPark lines and one-word dismissals such as yours, mores borrowed from S&theCity, but in this one instance might perhaps educate or at least remind a few of the salvage-able amongst you of something you watched through a tequila haze in black-n-white films one night after Suzieeeeee wouldn’t put out, something you may have slept through in an English class once (’poetry is for fags’).
That there is in the world the possibility of a cerebral attraction, that the bar-bawling, pigroast-howling showmanship of the primate may on occasion be supplanted by the merely conversational, that the conversation may be supplanted by the merely thoughtful, that the thoughtful may be elevated to the emotional and so on.
Man is what may transcend circumstance, man is what may abstract, man is what may change environments, man is what may live in belief, man is what may defy gross biology, man is what may… imagine… something… clever and pretty… without guffawing to its own cohorts about its tits, making fart-jokes out of the primieval sump of the caverns where its wit might have dwelt, skittering and shying up to it with tequila-shots and lemondrops like a chimp offering up its lice for wooing-gustation or an ourang rounding in exposure of its pink-and-blue bunghole to lure in an especially hairy fellow-ape.
The ham-fisted and virtually indifferently interchangeable switch-em-up coupling, based not on soul or heart or mind but on incidental availability, the advances and disappointments in same reduced to ‘wasn’t-meant-to-be’ or ‘what-a-bitch’ omit HUMAN CHOICE, instantiated only the surrendering the free-will of men and women to the occasional randomness of who stays late enough and drinks enough to lance or be lanced… and reified the mores that drive this ‘dog’s philosophy’ (fight and f*ck) only to a F*ckipedia of returning to its own vomit.
Here, down there, is not the early bird but the late-bored that gets the worm.
So, it is lame—it doesn’t run at a nice rack in a bar. It saunters at a neat wit.
And it is retarded. It retards progressive-immolation by the hormonal, and retards in the sense of reactionary and backward-thinking, retards in the sense of defying by slow-banter the ready-rushing-insipid-yowling-platitudinous quick-step of man back to his primacy in the hairy, nude, club-weilding rough-and-tumble neanderthaline and grotesquely unsentimental preconditon…all that hobbesian brutish-nasty-shorty stuff.
And it is retarded because in what is otherwise here on the internet in the too-easy familiarity of dick-talk, it slow-plays politely and quietly with its blocks of coloured wood instead of a GameBoy. And if you were looking for HALO, you found Canasta or Bid-Whist. Sorry for that.
I was jarred horribly by the publicizing of this, but in the negative reactions to it i see a seeping malady, an oozing organic infected and alas communicable pus of cynical degeneration that is become all-too pandemic-common (not all-too human, for again humans may decide and rise) in these parts.
And THOR’s choice to play the game on the front-page and not beneath the comics was hypertextually and anti-print bold in embracing sentimental immediacy and the interplay of two insignificant modest low-voiced cooing at each other and not two-thousand screaming in cant slogans for tear-gas,
but pre-cisely edgy and counter-cultural because it was not OF THE CULTURE. Because it wasn’t a fart-joke, for that is your heritage here on the web.
And if THOR re-invents the receipt of news as he justly in his interview claims, he also reinvents the receipt of values. And if he champions such an harmless and innocent exchange and KEEPS it in the fore and you can play along, then bless you and bless THOR for you are saved, may be saved.
Perhaps even THOR saved you, may save us all. I keep looking at the full-page shot of him in the Cville, and wondering if he might–a man who need not DO this, who self-sustains and yet CHOOSES to remake a community. How cool, how courageous, how benevolent and how lovely-a-goal.
This may be the first truly edgy thing you’ve nurtured in a while, the first real step away from the very funny but very expected dickipedia.org into an unconventionalism that is MERELY prosaic and merly sweet–how f*cking radical is that you jaded pie-eyed and slack-jawed mouth-breathing margarita-muddled and lost weeping souls.
Christ what a morning it’s been.
It rains on the just and the un-just, the Book says.
@11
’spraints’? that’s awesome, thank you!
i’ve heard the expression: “lower than whale-sh*t, because whale-sh*t lies on the bottom of the ocean”.
I suppose inasmuch as there ARE otters in the Rivana-river, otter-sh*t, spraints, lie on the bottom of the Rivana.
So i am locally beneath you all,
and suppose this name i’ve chosen and that post i posted, would put me at the LCD.
@ 13 That’s what Im talking about, otter! Bring it! I would write epics too, but I have been reduced to I fine paste by a series of incidental bouts of ruthless ego disintegration. This site needs you to carry the mantle of prolific insanity!
/dont go changin
@15
thank you. you are a kind man, and have been kind to me as i learn to play here-on.
dunno if i actually ‘wrote’ so much as ‘typed’ that (as whomever said of kerouac), and in ten minutes.
assume a lot of screaming and dismissive sh*t ensues.
to save space in this thread, my reply-to-all is:
get bent.
@13: You’re awesome. What a lovely bit of lucidity on this foggy gray day.
@13 just a tip when explaining the reasons why you aren’t a stalker, It’s probably best not to then say “cool knife, where can I get one”
Other than that to complain about the “tender mercies” of this blog by someone self-named otter dung is amusing as well. Sending a package to a group that celebrated the traffic death brought to this site and expecting a modicum of privacy is naive indeed. Couple that by sending your token of esteem to this site’s most outrageous and outspoken ingenue makes me doubt every word of your tortured soul of yore.
To use a crass pop media reference that you will no doubt disdain. ” you went on Jerry Springer and got embarrassed…Man, what were the odds of that”
That’s Taliesin’s knife. I would not fuck with her.
@18
see 16.
@18
then again, i had hoped @13 would be seen as my full acceptance of the ‘gamesmanship’ of the site.
i think it is, really—the interplay of sincerity and obvious self-mockery, and tongue-in-cheek/grain-of-salt stuff we all post. nor do i find your reply offensive or contradictory in any way.
you’re right about the knife thing–also a joke i was making, and you ‘got’ it.
as whomever said of kerouac
I believe that was truman capote, but not about kerouac.
@19
Taliesin—what maker and where can i geeeeeet me one?
Seems so far nobody’s invited me to f*ck with anyone.
@general
I was thinking on the drive here today:
Does anyone out here know D*rren H*yt? I wish i were D*rren H*yt. No joke.
@21
right-o, it was capote! but i’m pretty sure it was about kerouac, tho’ i’m willing to confess BEAT-ignorance. could someone google it? be worth knowing.
a group that celebrated the traffic death brought to this site
Not that again. Nobody celebrated that. Low blow Deets.
I was literally raised by the beats. Michael McClure was my baby sitter.
They all just typed.
@24 they did celebrate the traffic Shen, that’s beyond question.
It could simply have been handled with a bit more class but I do believe there was an “absence of malice”.
More of an observation than condemnation.
@18, 24, 26: Stop. Now.
Ok, you’re right. I walked by SpicyBear offices and saw Kyle chugging champagne and punching the air while Francesco danced on a desk with no shirt and a tie wrapped around his head.
Stop it.
that was kind of boring. slow news week?
@29: They were blasting “Eye of the Tiger” and there were balloons everywhere
@31: Thanks, now that’s stuck in my head.
Whatever you do, don’t rent Persepolis then.
Was that your rainy night movie?
Yes and it is a really gud movie. And it’s in French!
French? You don’t have to worry about me renting it then.
@28 reducing to the absurd does not lessen the wince felt by many reading the story in question. Just because you don’t believe it doesn’t mean others haven’t been talking about it. This is a blog I’ve defended on many occasions- should I accept Spicy Bear as flawless and sit silent or may I humbly say that I thought it could have been done better than it was. I don’t think any harm was meant but I do feel that some pain was caused.
This thread is kinda like a Free For All except you have to talk to or about shenanigans.
@37: I was being saracstic. I think we should drop it. Yes, it was perceived as disrespectful but that obviously was not the intent. People should get over it.
@36: It’s got subtitles. It’s really good and has great animation.
Also, ff is probably e-rolling in her iGrave.
The should just switch the domain name to shenanigans.com.
So wait, we’re talking about an actual cardboard box? Ohhhh…
@39: I can handle subtitles and animation. Maybe one day.
@41: shenanigans.com was very disappointing. Counted thread design kits?
@40: Ooh, I hope she comes out of lurking and says something caustic
@43 They’re all the rage in Scottsville.
Some how this discussion of Shenanigan’s box seem wrong without Floozy to give it that certain…
@41: I’m sick of it too. I’ve been trying to get the “Sex in C-ville” thread to be fun but everyone keeps coming back to my box.
i am really lost in this post.
@47 Perhaps there is just more room here to stretch out here
nice french tips, Shen
@50: Merci. I do them myself. My toes match.
@47 I hear a good dose of penicillin does wonders for that.
I think otterdung just puts his replies through a postmodernist text generator. If his reply in #13 is serious, I think he has some problems.
re #44 :
I would have been posting more, but am always so hungover from all the delicious drinks Joya has served me at Zocalo. They’re so much better than those schwaggy ones at X-Lounge.
@54 Subtle. We’ll see how this one plays out.
/grabs popcorn.
I knew you were lurking. Welcome back!
@53
why would it be serious? i’m trying to date Shen, not start a New World Puritan Colony/Order.
did that seem post-modern to you, really? i was going for just the opposite—that po-mo stuff is insidious, seeps in when one is dozing.
problems? j’ai des ennuis comme tout le monde.
@57: Ignore him. He only speaks Insolence.
@58
who? me?
me ignore ethan, or ethan ignore me, or everyone rightly ignore me?
@53
i hate reformers as much as shen hates the reformed.
@54: Let’s not get into a Joya shenanigans competition. My head would esplode, and I’d probably end up sober.
@55 … and then parlie and belmont yo sat back in their chairs and readied themselves for another afternoon bout of mindless internet boxing. the excitement was palpable!
@61
i’m annoying even myself. may i join you with cigars and brandy for the viewing?
@60: Do not feed the troll
@60 What is the “joy of shenanigans”?
@64
trying to establish. see my last 79 posts.
@65 Good thing you aren’t an e-stalker. That might be awkward
Deets is jealous. Hey Otter babe, Dieter once linked to a pic of his underwear for me. You should do the same.
That’s only after she showed me her penguin panties first. I didn’t even have to buy her shoes
@67
somewhat at a disadvantage there.
@68
that’s so cool. i love that kind of thing. still have it, the pic, or them, the penguin-ones?
a gal pal of mine had a pair with a picture of a little boat that said: “don’t give up the ship”
@69: No undies or no camera?
@68 The pics in the archives, somewhere. You could tell she was in them, which was a bonus.
(just between you and me I just took a photo of a pair in my laundry basket. I had Io do something to stop the begging)
@70
notheformersorry.
@68: http://cvillain.com/2008/05/15/free-for-all-60-polar-bears-and-penguins/#comment-51929
@71: Oh is that why there wasn’t any bulge in the front? I just figured you had a tiny dick.
/did not beg
what was this thread supposed to be about? i’m red again.
@71
didn’t i read the archives were dead-down-gone?
@75: The archives are “dead”, but not actually gone forever. You just have to know where to look.
@73
thanks! that’s adorable!
If I may attempt to bring this back on topic for just a second, there was a time when Taliesin pulling a knife out of her purse with shenanigans standing next to her could/would have ended very very badly. I’m glad to see we got passed that.
@74 “it’s my duty” “We need photos stat” You offered to buy me drinks. But you’re right, some might not call that begging. Plead would have been a better choice of word.
it was all good clean fun, Shen is the ultimate e-flirt and I never cashed in that free drink. The one thing I have learned here is don’t flirt if you don’t mean it. I don’t think it would be fun to play Shen in poker cause she always call your bluff. Quite a talent really.
@ 78 I passed that time like a kidney stone.
79: Actually I’m bad at poker and call everyone a “Motherfucker!” when they raise the blind.
@81 Or is that only when you are playing strip poker and they raise the blinds
Who actually plays strip poker? That’s so 10th grade.
@83
1 trousers
1 shirt
1 shoes
i lose.
thanks for today, shenanigans, and this week generally.
i’m off until tuesday, goofing around in town or
going to find a wave-break on OBX or some silly-sh*t wasted trip to nowhere.
ring or drop me a line if i may be of service.
happy labor day all, and sorry about the long post earlier.
I’ll just ring your otterphone or send you an ottermail. Have fun!
I just had an odd mental image of shenanigans yelling “please, sir, may I have an otter!”
I won’t tell you what else was going on in the image, ’cause, oh man. *Shudder*
How do I unremember that?
Stanley….Wasn’t it “Please sir, may I have some more”
@85
true, true.
assumed you knew them.
if you’ve any reasonable suggestions.
@86
i love that.
Well, this site has officially jumped the shark if this is actually considered something worth posting.
3a
@89 (in waiting): You know what has lost all semblance of being cool? Saying, “jump(-ed, -ing) the shark.” in reference to anything other than actually physically leaping over a toothy marine animal.
I agree Lulu. Saying jumped the shark has so jumped the shark.
/what are you waiting for btw?
@92: The moderated comment to show up.
Saying jumped the shark has so jumped the shark.
its like raaaaaeeeeeain on your wedding day.
Speaking of, when is it going to stop?! I can now snorkel in my basement!
@93 BYo….I always thought that line would have meant more to the female populace if it had been ” …it’s like getting your period on your wedding day”. I mean what could be worse?… the threat of seepage when wearing white AND the knowledge that you’re probably going to have to take it up the Belmont Alleyway later on.
/As Ron White famously said ‘Just because the roller coaster is broken, doesn’t mean they have to close down the whole park’
when wearing white
Oh, come off it, Flooze. You had no business wearing white on your wedding day.
*ducks; runs away*
I can now snorkel in my basement!
Is that what you kids are calling it these days, mr. returning early from work.
Ha. That’s old news Byo…I got home at 4:15, it’s 6:21 what do you think I’m some sort of porn star?
@94, I think I’ll be seeing someone at the Alanis Morissette concert in September…
@100: Who, Alanis? I mean, yeah, I was kinda figuring she’d be there.
This site is quickly going the way of every previous internet fad.
102: into the encyclopedia of awesome, given its own display case in the newseum?
Ethan….I see you didn’t get laid in the last 11 hours
/ Mr Fucking Grumpy Pants
@104: Aw, be nice, Flooze. Maybe his scuba tank is just empty.
This site is quickly going the way of every previous internet fad.
AND on every internet blog fad there is a guy who takes the time to point out how bad things have gotten, and how above he is over all of it. Usually two or three. So you know, thanks for contributing to a self fulfilling prophecy. Not criticizing you, just saying.
/internets! serious business!
Hey Shen:
The 80’s called and they want their belt back.
Nice french manicure…
This is a weird post…
ewww - ya’ll are all bein’ really nasty
/except for the rawkin french, shen
@19. I agree. That is one scary chick. Wait. Hey.
I’m very famous. Spicy Bear gets 3 thousand hits a day and I haven’t been hit since 2006. Badabump w/ a Sinatra ditty in the back drop. In other words…please be true. As a libertarian…comma. As a gnome, I’m angry about the elves getting all the press. And here is why.