Time for a new FFA, eh? Jello-wrestling here, our faves are already be-thonged. The Rant Line is crass and probably collusional with scales tipped by the butcher’s finger behind the lamb-shank, but continues to be read by those of us who would walk away from anyone drivelling and spouting that shite from a soapbox in a public place. Regulars here taking heat a-plenty of late, and exuding adequate themselves; catfights and beeyotch-slaps abound. Welcome to a new FFA slipping to the bottom rungs of the ladder we greased ourselves.
Related posts:
- Highlights from the State of the University Address
- Things You Might Think Were April Fools Jokes, But Weren’t
- Slippery Slip Slip Slip
Look at the picture! See, otterdung loves guns and violence!
sweet Jesu—i had no idea they’d accept to post this thing.
Thor must’ve been at the cooking Sherry again.
I’ll just leave this here.
@1
and yellow! and blondes with ample cleavage!
So I opened the new FFA and started to read the post before moving on to the comments. Before I finished the first line, I thought to myself “Did otterdung write this?” and then I looked at the byline. OD, you will never be able to have a second persona unless you completely change your writing style, not that there is anything wrong with your writing style. It is just very obviously you.
POST = FAIL.
delete the damn thing.
@5
indeed. style is a killer. sloppy and disordered and sputtering bile…
imagine my mash-notes in high-school gym-class.
Un-pro-duc-tive.
/a second persona? i never wanted to be anyone else other than maybe porky-pig. or Darren Hoyt.
It’s not FAIL. Just nobody’s on here right now.
Here, I’ll try to help out. Guess what???? I managed to get POISON IVY all over my thighs without even going outside!
Here, I’ll try to help out: unleash the moonwalk!
!
Here I’ll try to help out: photography tip.
Here I’ll try to help out: a dumbjoke.
Somewhere on here someone’s talking about the Lion King being stuck in their head and I can’t stop singing Werewolves of London…
/Randomness
And now its back in my head. Damn you BBT, damn you to Hell.
I am a dastardly person, yes. It’s better than a couple days ago when I couldn’t stop singing Sweet Transvestite….
not helping.
It’s better than getting this song in your head.
It’s better than getting this song in your head.
Damn, rickrolling is hard to do. Nevermind.
here’s a new take on things.
SERIOUS POST…..READ! ….cops are all over 250 and Hydraulic like a fucking plague of blue locusts. I got on at McIntire and off at Hydraulic and saw 3 people getting tickets in what must be a 1 mile stretch, with bike cops sitting up the ramps waiting to launch. .. be careful guys…. those tickets are lost beer money.
@21: You’re going to Kmart to turn another trick already? Damn woman.
@20. you need to listen to the words. they’re different.
Yeah Shen…. I left my imaginary knickers behind.Really annoying, what with the price of gas n’all… could have done without the detour but I need them for tonight… all my other ones have those stupid crotches on them.
and I just imagined your old-ass crotch. Ugh.
@25 ….whatever turns you on dear
It’s too bad everyone has checked out for the day because this is funny. Drag the mouse around the picture and click on the areas where the hand appears. Click more than once, some do more than one thing.
tired of hitting F5 every two minutes waiting for BP to show up!
/dulllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll here.
echo, loved it!
/Ima Meevrick!
Hey C&O…. fucking hell I’m talking to a restaurant.
Hey Flooze, that stuff from Taliesin, excellent reading.
now I want artichoke pate from C&O damnit!
Oh I love her so much… she cracks me up and strikes like a viper. Pure brilliance. Makes me look like an ickle-bickle kitten.
here kitty kitty.
meeeeow.
OD, love that you wait up for me…
Did we manage to side-step the quicksands and rattlesnakes on our way back here tonite?
Sorry about that last night–twas all my fault—i was screwing around and then walked out before i could explain.
i’ll be slow to reply; still at work.
zre you kidding me?
shenanigans and chirts git me to sing “what’s goin’ on” which i think is a preetty relevant sentiment these days.
i ended up watchin the men/boy i am at the moment pretty much smitten with completely adore his ex-girlfriend.
.at least he was cool enough to me to toss the last guy over the balconey for being a complete frickin liar.
yes, i now know you lied your ass off to me, and even if i can not be awesome to him, at least he never lied to my face, nor did he ever fabricate BS about me here on this forum, as you did.
/it’s so fucking hard to be honest.
just kidding. you are a weirdo
you know who you are.
@34 Hi C. Been a while since I stuck my neck out and said hello to the old folks, the super sexy old folks that is, around here…like the Flooze and Shen and Echo and Yo and all the rest. Nothing like a last bourbon and some a few old tunes to usher in the darkest hour of night, the melancholic perfume of the life that was almost in hand. Sweet dreams to all you villains. Where’d the Cheetos go, I am hungry.
/back to the sludge of lurkitude, like a fat viper I strike only when the flames of consequence present nothing less than my fingers on the keyboard of this sad and wasted night. Shanti, shanti, shanti.
Sweet! Welcome back. Scoriole, please don’t let me ever try to do an Al Green song at karaoke ever again.
Jeez it’s dead on here. I gotta rant about my lackluster meal at C&O though.
I hang out at the bar downstairs on occasion and have eaten off the late night menu and always had a good experience but last night was disappointing. The service was reaaaaaaallllly slow and unattentive. The server took the order and then disappeared, leaving support staff like the hostess to get us more wine. The dessert menu was requested, dropped off 10 minutes later, and we weren’t asked what we wanted for another 15 minutes, in which time I abandoned all hope of ordering any.
That was an unimpressive finish to a blah meal. My friend got the Foie Gras and it came served on a potato pancake. Are you kidding me? Foie Gras and potato? Not exactly the choicest pairing. Try a slice of toasted brioche or a Yorkshire pudding if you want to claim to be fine dining.
And my vegetarian platter was the worst. It looked like they’d just taken whatever sides or garnishes (and not the good ones) they had on the menu that weren’t meat and thrown them on a plate. Nothing went together flavor-wise and they all had a mushy texture. In one corner was a pancake topped with cilantro, next to that some kinda of blue cheese mush, next to that two uneven rectangles of jelly on a soggy parmesan crisp, and a pile of zucchini/squash “noodles” that looked old. A pancake? Really? And jelly? Wtf?? You’ve got to be kidding me. Do me a favor and go to Hamilton’s where they have a veggie blue plate that is inventive and actually tastes and looks like they put the slightest bit of thought into it.
I’m not just bitching about veggie options though. My friends ordered veal cheeks on some gloopy wild rice risotto and wilted greens and some steak on a pile of mashed potatoes with green beans. Both presentation and any attempt at interesting flavors were absent.
So go to C&O if you want boring food. Steak on some potatoes. Woo. Veal on some rice. Woo. Foie Gras on a potato. Woo. A veggie plate that looks like leftovers from the fridge. And your server will never be around to bother you.
so, who wants to go to c&o?
go on, hit me up…;)
Anyone ever eaten at L’Etoile?
UVa…. yep..I have had lunch there several times and it is nice… lots of Ivy ‘ladies who lunch’ with pearls and blonde bobs but apart from that the food is good… they had a shrimp risotto on a few weeks back and I wanted to lick the plate. There was a pumpkin soup that was also phenomenal but that was a while back. It’s kind of $$$ but a nice environment so it’s worth paying more. HTH
I have the corner meal plan and that place is on it so it’s a free meal for me, woohoo
There’s no such thing as a free lunch.
@45
Shen is flat goddam awesome, no elaboration sorry. OMG thank you, S.
@40
i haven’t had a decent meal or service there in years, much though i enjoy the bartender and cocktails. The cheese-plate used to be safe on all occasions. The last real meal i ate there was a grotesquely overcooked trout with a slab of overripe brie half-melted on top—an utterly flavorless ensemble, though it sounded good. the wild rice side was like eating mulch.
/on another unrelated note: one never hears the expression “argle-bargle” anymore. What gives?
/Stan and floozy know it, and parlie objects to the allision of the hyphen, but…
@45: Except for otterdung I meant.
Bahahaha my coworker told me the guy in the Bristles ad in the Hook once was at her house and was so drunk he took a dump in her dog’s foodbin.
@38 hey Sweet, we missed you.
/especially the making out part.
a few months ago, somebody on here tried to start up a new catchphrase: “do the math.” do you guys remember that? you do? well i do too, and i’m bringing it back now.
do the math.
whatever happened to gud? Is it still gud?
and BTW b’yo said there would be no math.
Fuck that parlie… I propose this alternate catchphrase…”Sorry… did I just stick it in your your hot ass™?” …. yeah… it’s going to catch on….. you just wait. Math. Ha.
there is always math. try to build the internets using smoke and mirrors. there is always math. b’yo just said he was told there would be no math.
/just wait for the internet art show he’s been creating. in fact, his paintings are about math. much like his music.
sorry, kids- it’s gonna be about math.
and it’s not gonna be pretty. it most likely will be tearjerkingly beautiful. and real. truth is not very warm and fuzzy. that is for the ignorantly blissful drooling out of thier mouths while imaging warm and fuzzy, believing happily ever after happens with a few decades of existing happily ever after. as soon as happily ever after happens, there is either another movie, death, or it stopped- cause change is the constant.
/sorry not drunk enough to misspell.
am still hounding my optechs to create the decoder;).
wish there was an edit function. that last one would have been better enunciated.
I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!! HEART HEART HEART
thor just did the math.
LOVE YOU TOO THOR!
/got some new boots
//dave
Animosity, I haz it. Towards being single.
@44 nice.
@60 it’s a lovely thing.
Parlie…. I just did the math, and you owe me $132.15… and I don’t take checks because you are a shady bastard.
@62 No idea, but Ass Ponys just popped into my head…
@61 After moments of weakness, I always realise that everything is as it should be. Way too young to deny having the fun that can be had when you’re single…
@63 i had a moment of weakness the other day when the csi preview showed sara lying on grissom’s chest. it’s the oddest things.
@60
“Animosity, I haz it. Towards being single.”
/there is a well-known CURE for this condition.
@64 Grissom is the epitome of all that is sexy in men.
@65 Cure? Pray tell, of what might you speak?
/I have issues. And my issues have issues with themselves. A fine, hot mess I am.
@66 i used to like warrick, but then he got fat & died.
@66
we might need to step away into a quiet corner for that discussion.
could you have someone look after your baggage while we’re gone?
@68 Is it a coincedence this post is number 69?
/Really though, it’s not as easy as everyone makes it sound to “inject” oneself with the “cure”… My friend has been trying to encourage me to just go for it, inoculate myself.
injections are gross.
http://dothemath.com/
@70 I take it the suggestion for a “hot beef injection” never got you going?
/Reminds me of hot dogs. Igh.
//Or David Bowie by way of “Underground”: “Too much rejection, no love injection, na na na…”
Pssst. if you go to Plan 9 today with your voter registration, you can buy Jay Z tix for only $17.50.
everytime there’s an FFA, i can’t help but think of that high school club, the Future Farmers of America
@69
replying just because it’s 69.
i’m sure ANY of us would be happy to help, but reviews are mixed.
I very happy to announce the THOR SHIELD: http://gizmodo.com/5066467/thor-shield-taser+proof-vest-coming-to-protect-your-torso-from-the-man
Bring on those lighting bolt now big guy- I ain’t scared no more.
Uh oh, Thor. You have, well… angered the badger.
i am so happy i am reaching international fame
I can’t wait to incorporate christfuck into my vernacular.
Backup planet… nice news about the weekend ribbons… crotch spawn success is so very sweet and I am happy for you… your DNA is gud
Mommy (Floozy)’s white-wine drunk again. Flooz, don’t hate on BP cuz you never got that pony Dads promised you.
@80 – thank you.
@81 – will take what i can get. Love that white wine drunk state, myself. Flooz, i don’t take as “hate”, but rather as “don’t know me, don’t know my circumstances”. am somewhat too real in past, and have taken advice to heart to not do so in the future, with this exception. I enjoy the cvillain trademark snark and have since figured out that I didn’t make the snark meter in my “realness”. Point taken, will behave accordingly. Thank you for your comments. I get it, and sometimes, I get the math. In the meantime, i do love that some (OD) understand my pride in my progeny’s reward for hard work. Yes, it’s expensive, no, i don’t live in the “muffy and buffy” world, my mother helped me try my wings by indulging my passion even though it was at the outer limits of her means, i’m doing the same thing. if someone who doesn’t know me chooses to make light of it, then i can choose to react to it or not. peace.
I’m really barely here, so may have missed it, but did anyone see this article? iphone owners, you’re being targeted.
OY, watch out!
@81… yes I drink Pink…. and apparently it’s all because of you…. because I did the math and found out that I conceived you at 7 years old so I have had a hard e- life and booze is the only escape from my miserable e-reality.
You were a horrible child… sassy and obnoxious before you could even talk. You insisted on crotch-less high cut diapers from the age of one, and your first word was ‘BEEJAYYY’ followed by ‘BIG DICK’. I had given up my job playing with homeless fluffy bunnies but had to go back to work to support your incessant demands for cash and fancy milk cocktails.To be honest I was embarrassed to be with you on account of the fact that you would crawl up to boys in the play-park and demand they buy you stuff, then tell them to shut the fuck up and go away.I lost count of the number of times they caught you at Pre-School playing ’show and tell’ with your pull-ups around your ankles. They had to keep getting me out of 3rd Grade to discipline you, but all you ever did was take your penis shaped pacifier out of your mouth and say “OMG STFU Mom…. whatEVAR ….DUUUUH”
So Pink…. it really is your fault that I use booze to try and wash away these awful times from my memory… all your fucking fault.
Mommy drinks because you cry.
@83: Ahahaha. Own an iGadget and you will get robbed
@84: Brilliant!
@85: Yeah, but I learned it by watching you, Mum!
Curious that while I have been reading this blog that shenanigans and Pink Panther aggressively comment on everything but never to each other. Hmmm.
We’re sharing the same computer so that would be kinda dumb.
What’s curious Manchen is that you are familiar with PP even though you just appeared recently on the blog and she hasn’t been on much recently. Which means you’ve been lurking for a while. Maybe even posting under other names.
Manchen….Good Morning to you.Why did you not answer the question I asked you last week?
Yes I have been living here for years just waiting for the Falls Church Challenge like the Phantom of the Opera- you found me out. It is because of my deepening jealously of Charlottesville and my hidden disappointment for not going to UVA.
(or I could have read a previous thread or two that were hyperlinked in recent threads that had lots of PP in them)
Let’s go with the first one
Unrelatedly, best article title ever?
Which question Floozy, I believe it might have been one some confusion on to whom I had referenced. Please ask it again.
What’s curious…
…is this.
/this is the free for all right?
@933:Your debut wasn’t the FCC, I believe you popped up like a troll, telling us we were less funny than Craigslist.
Comment #97 foretells that this thread eventually gets above 900. Moreover, it betrays shenanners’ unique ability to comment on TEH FUTURE.
Manchen….you theorized that Shen was unlikely to be married and I asked what you thought my marital status might be…..
I’m married. To my cat.
@96…. I just made my Treo blow a head gasket to download that and I must protest …. I have seen Pokemon porn on 4chan that certainly showed that Pikachu does not have a quim.
http://www.marryyourpet.com/
You’re right, there no way that Mike could have ask some of his friends to check out this blog before the challenge. Being trollish was part of the fun of being an agent provocateur. To be truthful you guys are a lot funnier and more prolific than Blueweeds. The biggest story in Falls Church right now is the court decision to dismiss the Episcopal Diocese of Virginia’s case against the breakaway Truro Church. YAWN.
Since I have nothing to add about local pizza, try Ledo’s when you are in Falls Church.
I must have mangled some verbiage Floozy because I thought were married or had been married at some point since you seem to have kids or ekids at the very least. Your outrage seems to be proper placed and very funny. Like a mom who can’t wait to let loose with what she real thinks after a horrific play date or school function.
aaaaaaw…. I’m officially declaring an e-Crush on Manchen xxxx
@105: Yeah, I was just about ready to suggest that we stop quibbling and just offer the poor guy asylum from FC already.
She just likes him cuz his name is Munchin and she’s thinking wishful thoughts…
I’m flattered to be e-Crush-ed by Floozy, I think she would be quite fun to throw back a few drinks with. I was goggling e-Crush (to see what benefits it came with) and you should look at who has the 5th entry. You guys are pretty big in the e-Crush world.
Stanley if asylum comes with diplomatic immunity we should talk
@108: Only if you go through Vienna!
/convention
@109 nice, You would love article one of the convention since it mentions the proper treatment of head, members and staff.
Does it? That is hilarious. That can’t be accidental.
Stanley… can’t remember which thread it was but was it true what you said about TJ’s being in someway connected to Stalin?
@112: Clearly, I was being dead serious, Flooze.
Stan… kind of explains why they all ran like fuck when I asked for and ice pick to break up the bag-ur-own frozen shrimp.
Not really sure if this question would fall under here or maybe the bar tab personality post, but I was wondering what exactly the South Street bar is like? McGrady’s?
While I enjoy my cocktails and my wine, I just really like a cozy, dark-wooded, craftsman-style pub/bar. Not Fellini’s either. Just wondering where you all might recommend where a single young woman can go, enjoy a few glasses/bottles of beer at the bar with down to earth people? Not polarized by any particular group of people like all college kids (which I’m not), or all SNL young professionals type, or all older couples, or self-perceived hipsters (thinking I’m not sure I can get away without offending anyone by picking those people out…)
When I lived in Waynesboro, I was always in the Bistro in Staunton and loved the atmosphere… but haven’t really seen anything like that around here…
/Really am not against any of those groups of people, but find myself terribly missing being able to go to the bar and you wouldn’t be the only girl in a flannel and jeans or a sweatshirt and jeans and you felt like you knew everyone because they were that open and friendly…
south street is lovely, unless it’s a tuesday, in which case you’re drowning in a class 5 clusterfuck. if you enjoy a good clusterfuck, then ss tuesday pint night is where you want to be.
mcgrady’s is a great sports bar (smoke free), with some pool tables and shuffleboard. me? i’m a pale, noodly pacifist and don’t really care about sports, so i like to sit outside at mcgrady’s, on their enormous patio. i’ve seen mcg’s turn kind of sketchy if you stay too late, but once again: if you’re looking for sketchy, this may be it.
c&o downstairs is the nersh for cozy drinking spots, but i’ll let others tell the tale because i really don’t know enough about the rich history and behind-the-scenes.
i like felini’s but i hardly ever go there. figure that one out.
i don’t like miller’s. do the math.
I hear it’s cold in Cville, so sitting in front of South Street’s fireplace is the best place in town.
Parlie is a straight-shooter here, as elsewhere. SS is a pretty space and about right in so many ways but can turn right-rapidly to a whirling antic goatfuck. C&O sounds pretty good for what you want, historically, but i’ve bitched about it elsewhere for having gone too made-good once-was boho; and more than that just too crowded.
I share parlie’s loathing for Miller’s, but didn’t used-to. If the upstairs (not the place with the pool-tables, but the floor just up from the main bar) is open, it can be awesome–woody booths, uncrowded, dim lights, etc. This may have changed—i was last there two years ago when the waitstaff aggressively arrested any pretense to personal hygiene.
People keep trying to sell me on ZINC being now what Miller’s Fellini’s C&O Escafe were back then. Haven’t tried it, but shit-fer-sure the cretinous article in the Cville this week about absinth will mean it’s not safe to set foot in that place for weeks.
parlie, you’ve half-sold me on McGrady’s–i’ve never been in, but have given a lot of stumbling drunks rides home from there, just when i was passing and they staggered into my path, and they were always nice folks. Do you think the enormous patio could suport a second irishman?
@117
i have so many times surrendered to the embraces of the couches in front of that SS fireplace. Nice memory.
@116, 117, 118 Thank you!
I’m feeling as if I might muster the gumption to go out on my own sometime this weekend. I’m thinking happy-hour-ish since I’m not sure what I think of the later night crowds (not much actually, since I’ve been out of college for a few years). Just want to get out among the humans again. I’ve been pondering SS for a while since a friend of a friend absolutely swore by it and McGrady’s just seems like a place from home. The slightly disturbing undertones in your assertions about C&O make me a little hestitant (think the bunny leaving the protective and sheltered dirt hole for the first time…scares easily). I’m just not really in any position to fend off unwanted advances (perceived or not) by slightly creepy, equally un-witty people, which happens occasionally at work.
SS really does sound nice.
Been to Fellini’s when I lived off of High Street, but I think I was in a little over my head with some of the later night patrons there. Been to Miller’s once and didn’t know what all the hype was about. And the only times (twice) I’ve been to Escafe and Zocalo were because my roommate has frequented them with his friends.
/Hates to give in to negative perceptions of this town, but it is not easy getting to know people here. A year and a half and I still trek over to Staunton to go out.
that’s horrible, BBT. heart-wrenching. i HATE hearing this town has become this way. there was a time when you could walk into almost any of the older establishments and sit down at almost any table and be welcomed by strangers. now, see thread about Java Java tossing poor Natalie, it’s insular and exclusionary as much at coffeehouses as at bars. grim. this is why i’m sitting in front of the fire dicking around on the interweb. make friends, go with friends, make more friends. you’ll do great—soooo many good and smart and funny people here… you’ll find them. Cvillain should prove it to you (it’s restored MY faith in this town).
/creepy and unwitty. if not, i’d give you a drinks-invite advance to fend-off.
OD, no pity, despite the truthfulness of it. Partially my own fault, secluding myself from the mainstream while I took care of, well, me. I know there are “many good and smart and funny people here” as found out through places like CL (which if you can wade through the dried up, salt-encrusted wasteland of unfunny and unoriginal posters, you find a few diamonds in the rough). I do know a few people in this town and by “know”, I mean through the internet.
/Cvillain is the high-point of having to work this shift in the type of work I do. Plenty of time to troll and lurk and hunt for new jobs.
//Not creepy and unwitty, just much appreciated.
@122
no pity at all, BBT: please don’t read me that way. YOU are smart and funny and pretty–you WIN and will continue to win. i’m the homely nerdy moody guy who pisses everyone off and stays at home translating the back of cereal boxes into french. CL scares the shit out of me; careful out there. I assume Match and the others are worse. Floozy will be along in a minute to rake me over the coals for being mushy, and Backup Planet to answer your questions from a reasonable and same-state perspective.
@123 You’re making laugh, really. Good-naturedly, though. And in the blushing, embarrassed way, as well. Also, the world really should take note that personality trumps straight-up physical hotness any day. I’m passably pretty, more than likely unremarkably pretty, and I take much more stock in being described as smart and funny. (Is my pragmatism gagging anyone yet?)
CL is scary, at least now it is. When I first began to frequent the R&R it was a veritable crush of wit, style, and intelligence among some of the posters. I have only recently ended my stint on Match. Meeting people online takes away all the fun of, well, meeting people. Much prefer the nuances and subtleties in seemingly fated first encounters in real life. Not a big fan of green-dotted generalised superficial qualities determining my chances with someone. And as my roommate put it “Match.com is to straight people what Gay.com is to gay people.” And, familiar with the latter, he is.
/Mush is fine. As long as it’s not in the form of grits.
//Besides, couldn’t your mush really be interpreted as, say, general concern over a fellow Cvillain?
and…..bp shows up. Wish I hadda bunch of non-friends shout “Norm!” when I arrived…
Oh, BBT, you’re breakin’ my heart. Will be real, here, at the risk of falling off the snarkmeter and being ridiculed for my non-snarky coolness (which I do heartily admire in the rest of you cv’s). As far as pullin’ on your big girl panties and putting yourself out there, I admire your courage. It is hard, but keep at it. I’ve been off the market so long I think I would crawl into a hole if I found myself suddenly back out there.
Back in the day, I had a regular trek. Suffice it to say it included (in no particular order) Fellini’s (the old one, where Chiefy met you at the door with both hands in the air and the phrase, (insert meat world name here), darling, darling, now our evening can begin (imagine crinkly eyes and big mustached smile), Eastern Standard, C&O (both bar and back dance room if it was late enough), the Virginian, Trax (depending on who was there), and maybe even a frat or two, depending on which bands were in attendance, etc., etc., ad nauseum (which is latin for “heading home before I threw up”).
“Many” years later, I find that I tend to attend “event” type stuff, like Fridays After Five, Foxfield (fall), Hurricane Parties (not in a long time), and other private parties, rather than hitting the bar circuit. I miss doing that, but circumstances don’t allow. I live vicariously through you folk and your reportings on this blog. Having said that, whenever I do head out, I do love C&O (I’m sorry, but it just feels very homey and cozy and the bartenders have always been very nice), have enjoyed sitting in the window at Blue Light with a friend or two, have enjoyed the bar at the Downtown Grill – Tom the bartender (if he’s even still there) is a very old acquaintance and always looks out for me, and I’ve visited the bars at Hamilton’s (for appetizers) and Enoteca (for prosecco). I’m usually preoccupied because I’m the designated driver for teen progeny at these times, so indulge only slightly knowing I’ve gotta dodge CV’s finest on the way home with impressionable mall crawling young un’s. After rereading all this, figuring nobody cares about all this, but somehow I wanted to report my leanings, however boring as snot (NOT elitist!!!) it might seem to the rest of you. In the meantime, do keep asking for advice from the people on here who are not “off the market”, and you will do well. I’ve heard all my life that CV is cliquish (sp???), but, truly, it’s a wonderful town if you just dive in. I’m a fringe person myself, but I believe that what that means is, I’ve been able to enjoy LOTS and LOADS of different people.
/born here, will die here (or Tuscany, whichever)
@125 Thank you. Despite a streak of reason, it’s still good to know there are others who understand/been there.
It’s just been a while since I’ve been out there.
/wondering if this post could turn any more maudlin…
//Will have a drink in all of you wonderfully fabulous and entertaining Cvillains honor!
///If I were rich enough, I’d say the drinks are on me, but the above will have to do…
@120 if it’s happyhourish on friday, i recommend marketstreet’s tasting. people generally don’t suck there. crush used to be good for meeting people too but now it sucks because gregg’s replacement is a bitch.
/wishing someone was awake so they could moderate me!
/I believe I’m moderated again…
@127 Thanks! I will check that out…considering I’m working on finishing off a bottle at the mo…
/mmm…wine. love what it does.
dear bbt, not half as much as i do – soooo awake
@130 I can’t handle much but I bet I do love it as much as you… Totally heart the feeling it gives me. As for the not being able to handle much…I used to do the Irish half of me proud.
/anyone else manage to get lost in YouTube?
Do love it – you do know we’re gonna get hell for this conversation later today, don’t you? In any case, so feeling the scot in me – kudoes to the irish in you…
So don’t do you tube – can’t get lost these days – not much time to do so.
Well, I’ve no life, so I wallow in online culture after work… What else would one be doing this late anyway? (RESIST!)
As for getting hell because of this, so be it. And they say nothing good ever happens after midnight? Then those people weren’t drinking…
/The Irish is the bad half of me.
Howl, lady, howl…
Not sure why, but it’s a little odd that there aren’t others out there still awake, as well…
/finishing this off and then off to bed…have to give it the old college try, sleep that is…
in my experience, not many cvillains up at this hour.. mostly crickets. good luck, dear. am headed off to the arms of orpheus, myself…
Awake. Have to be in my office at 8, but hell… shit happens.
Am now engrossed in watching Clerks… perhaps not the greatest of American cinema, but many good memories…and started another glass.
@137 Such a shame, but believe me when I say that I’m jealous… I’d love to have a day shift.
/you are one of the few I alude to when I say I’m familiar with some people in this town…harkening back to CL.
//any creepiness from that is completely unintentional…
Am thinking I’ve got the late-night domination title for now…
In other news, motherfuckergoddamnthefuckingwhatpissfuckwhatthefuckohmyfuckinggawdbullshit!!!!
/that is all.
shenanigans you sound like my neighbor. you must be my neighbor.
Well one of us has to ask her. Who is it going to be?
Ask who what?
Go ahead Floozy ask her
Ask Shen WTF is 140 all about.I’m not askin’ her. You ask her… go on.. what’s the worst that can happen…LOL
She could come up to Falls Church and kick me in the Manassas.
Boys are fucking liars. You’ll be with them and this awful twat will be over there with his friend and you’ll both agree that she is the lamest little bitchface that ever walked the earth. You both wish the friend will not give her the time of day because she is a total cunt. Then you and your boy break up because you’re so busy with work, he’s started to stray. Then you find out about a month later he’s now dating the awful twat.
that’s just plain awful, Shen. if somewhat confusing, as are all Cville hookup scenarios.
where can we boycott, whom may we shun, how can we help? if you could describe the twat in detail (i VAGUELY remember what a twat looks like, seen them in books—but i mean here the gal you refer to as ‘twat’), i can pitch woo at her next time i see her, thereby luring her away from said boy and spoiling everything for everyone but you.
this would give me a friggin hobby other than putting sticky notes on every item in my home to identify by name.
Being single isn’t all bad. Actually dating is the fun part anyway. Does anyone want to go to the second night of ‘Dr. Mabuse the Gambler’ at the Bridge Arts Initiative with me tonight? I’m going to brave the second half and hope for the best. Could use the company and feedback. Email my name at gmail.
I have no problem being single. I don’t like being lied to.
No one does, and in a town this small you’d think people would fucking know better. At least you know they’re both twats. Anger usually makes a breakup resolution easier to deal with IMHO.
They say they love you and make you feel bad but it’s never long before they’re in some skank’s arms. And it’s etiher some slutty waitress from Mellow or some skank from SNL.
….or some guy in a band or some guy who has cocaine. It happens on our side of the fence also. Boy have I got a mixtape for you.
or some guy on Match.fuck of course.
It’s like nobody is off-limits anymore.
i’ve been trying to argue against the downspiralling profligate
degenerate sexual un-accountability that’s overtaken this town.
/sick sick sick.
/sad sad sad.
It’s fall. Fucked up shit always happens in the fall. I try to keep my head down until at least December.
Dearest shenanigans, I don’t give a crap about your personal business. Your dirty laundry is gross. Keep it to yourself.
Nobody seems to remember the “Don’t shit where you eat” rule in this town either.
Dormant memories have cringed at Shen’s explanation for her colorful epithet. Don’t mind being single either, but when all you ask for is honesty and when even that can’t be given, it makes you wonder why the fuck we all go through this song and dance. All for the sake of not being alone? Intimacy? Someone to lean on? Someone to take care of you?
/A drink to Shen and daggers to the dishonest douchebag.
Total nonsequitor here, but I know I can depend on you guys…
Where’s a girl to get a piece of cheesecake in town (ideally somewhere on the downown mall, but I’ll take all suggestions)? And I don’t mean some place where they defrosted something they bought from Sam’s Club… I’m talking a piece of homemade cheesecake and I can’t think of anyone.
I’m binge drinking tonight.
“beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average”
@160
hotcakes?
160 – does that new, little, hole-in-the-wall bakery (Cappelino’s or something like that) do cheesecake?
@164 – tragically they do not – only cookies and cupcakes.
girls don’t want nice boys much anyhow, do they?
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.
@163 i was going to suggest hotcakes; i’ve had it there. FOAN?
I had to google that poem otterdung but that’s some good shit.
@168
Sorry, i hoped it wasn’t too obscure.
Shropshire Lad is good fun for the sentimental-lost-at-love.
and there’s bitterness in it to comforts at times such as Shen describes.
@167
hey kids:
is there a website that lists all this winky-poo abbreviation shit: FOAN, IMHO, STFAO, and all the other ones?
FOAN isn’t a winkypoo abbreviation. it’s foods of all nations. do you need me to explain WF or TJ’s again to you too?
@171
sorry, i’m a myopic twat. BBAB, THAH, TBMD,
what about the other ones, though, the true winky-poo shit that comes across (here and) in every text-message i get from floozy Mellow waitresses and skank SNL chicks?
web-link or a short-list of ones that folks use here, please?
@166 I just had a conversation with one of my best friends about that statement. She is one of those girls who doesn’t want a nice guy. But you know what? Those of us who do can never find them because girls like her ruin them. And vice versa. Have come to a theory that the reason girls want bad boys is because they can expect to be heartbroken. By knowing that he’s not a good guy, she, in some perverse way, has control over the relationship. Also, it’s a self-preservation thing. It’s easier to not give all of yourself away to someone whom you consciously or subconsciously know will (or could) hurt you in the end (hence the phrase “It doesn’t surprise me”).
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
@174 there is nothing so pathetic as a guy who is so hung up on himself being a ‘nice guy’ that he uses that as a crutch for everything that goes wrong for him romantically. It’s such a selfish attitude. Get a fucking therapist and quit the woe-is-me introspection, that shit will kill you slowly and painfully. The bars downtown will happily profit from your misery, however.
@174… A little taken aback. I’m a girl, excuse me, a woman, but I certainly hope I wasn’t coming across as being an enabler to self-ascribed nice guys.
While I agree with that perception that there are “nice” guys who use it as a crutch or reason for why their love lives suck, I was merely speaking from the point of view of a woman who does like nice guys and has had bad guys and never wants them again. Ever.
/By the way, perhaps a definition of nice is in order: (From the BBT English Dictionary) Nice (adj.)
1. A descriptor of character or personality for a man who is not a pushover but not a steamroller, decent as in honest and considerate, and generally affectionate and a gentleman.
2. “A gentleman in the street but a freak in the sheets” can be considered a nice guy, in BBT’s book, also.
@175 I mean.
@158: Oh yeah, you’re right. That’s why it’s generated 16+ comments you troll.
@178 @158
i didn’t see that comment before—it must have been held in moderation b/c someone changed their screen-name to say it.
/quel fuckhead.
@175
funny you tie nice-guy-dom in with dark psychopathology. two of the nicest guys i ever knew in this town, in that sense of being gentle and romantic and genuinely sweet and with fundamental belief in goodness of people, killed themselves. Not over women directly, but perhaps as part of a collective frustration with ‘the what things have become’. I don’t believe in the concept of ‘nice guys using niceness as a crutch’ or for pity–i think that sort of behavior is antithetical to ‘nice guy’ in the sense described. the people you speak of are what we generally call ‘losers’.
@174, @176
nice guys do tend to get ruined easily, and in the way you suggest. the sentimentality and general awareness-of-others, the taking-pains-to-please, generally leave them open to the most devastating consequences and chewing-up, then jading and bitterness. Same with gals, of course. Nice guys get snagged by unpleasant women, because those temporarily or actually unpleasant women have been abused by some shithead bad-boy–and they want a break during which they either ‘get even with men’ or just behave as a trollop by habit.
The trick of course, and the power of niceness in guys, is that they are nice in spite of the warp and woof, in spite of the kicks and pricks. It’s facile to be ‘nice’ when all is swell–the distinguishing characteristic of the nice-guy—let’s speak plainly: The Gentleman–is maintaining courtesy and delicacy and solicitude when everyone is an asshole, when girls in his attachment are inconstant bitches, etc.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7mgFBAISzY&feature=related
@180
for the record, i am neither gentleman nor nice-guy, but straddling the fence between bad-boy and loser.
@180 fair enough. I’m sorry to hear of your friends. I suppose I’d consider myself a ‘nice guy’ but I have done some shitty things. We all have. The point is not to plunge yourself into moaning about how ‘girls dont want a guy like me cause I’m nice and …….’ If you hang out with girls who don’t want to be around you – why would you continue to be around them? We all have free will – and getting older you learn (hopefully) from each and every relationship. I know that when stuff went bad with me I said to myself ‘well I can see where this went wrong and how I felt, and next time I’ll be a bit more wise’
@180, 181 Neither gentlemen nor nice-guy because of inherent nature or some external influence?
@182 getting older you learn (hopefully) from each and every relationship. I know that when stuff went bad with me I said to myself ‘well I can see where this went wrong and how I felt, and next time I’ll be a bit more wise’
Easier said than done, isn’t it? I’m a genuinely nice person but selfish, petulant, and down-right mean, especially to those I love, at times. I’m not infalliable. I’m human. As nice as I’ve been told I am, I’ve hurt even nicer guys (truly unintentionally, but they had severe emotional issues…so much so, that, I’m not sure I can hold another man in my arms while he sobs away his troubles and misfortunes).
It’s become easier, though, with each guy since then who has been truly abhorrent, mean, and deceitful, to unbury myself from the ashes (melodrama) of the relationship and emerge somewhat tainted and bitter. A little bit more every time. Until nature takes over and reminds me that I can’t be a bitch. No matter how hard I try to be hard-core, it’s just easier to be me. Even if that means being more vulnerable than most, more willing to put myself out there, and still constantly hopeful for the next time around.
/still thinks that no matter how bad you think it is, it could always be worse.
//am really the type of person who, if she could, would give each and everyone a bear hug, a kick-ass homemade apple pie, share a bottle of your preferred libations, and tell a few bad jokes to make you laugh and forget about all the sham, drudgery, and broken dreams in this world.
Not that I can’t relate to any and all of the angst that has been the spewing (burp) lonely hearts club here as of late…and y’all have nothing on my story…STFU w/ it. Better left to sobbing over beers and hugging it out. Better yet…stop reliving the same dramas. It’s dull. This isn’t Confessions in a Taxicab. It’s real news. It’s the internets. Do the math. Kind of…how do they say it in Iceland. Pathetic. And believe me…I can do maudlin. It’s like that scary lady in Jesus Camp but without the irony (shout out to analogy day) Enough.
@184 Harsh, man. But, you’re case in point that things could always be worse.
/was wondering when someone’s intolerance for this discussion would kick in. though I don’t think anyone was reliving any dramas or sobbing over beers…merely pondering/reminiscing as a result of someone else’s emotional problems.
//still, time to change the subject.
@184
Welcome back, Taliesin.
Tried to chat with you a dozen threads ago, forgot that Browning himself said that only God and Browning know what Browning means, etc., but you called someone a bitch then went to bed–my subsequent queries, etc. got lost in the aethers. Always delighted by your piquant counterpoints; you vie with Floozy (another fave of mine) for unalloyed unkindness and venom towards sincerities–i like venom very much, as the wit you each abundantly display. Sorry for the in the last 30 or so comments–this time we’re in the FFA, at least, and following a discussion initiated by a tragedy that befell one of our dearest own.
Understand the potential dullness in it, of course. But it is fun and instructive to toss around ideas about real-world human interaction, even if maudlin, mopey, etc.–possible it may do some good somehow, raise awareness or cause reconsideration or some version of that pro-humanitas shit… certainly can’t hurt to introduce some of these notions into what otherwise is generally snark about drunken fucking and fucking-over. Can’t be all fun. And though Housman is no Browning, we got a minor brit poet onto a chat-blog—a pyhrric victory?
Didn’t we have a date at the C&O that went poorly, about 13 years ago?
@183
because of humility. fun song though.
@182
thank you; i have some great dead pals and some terrific ex-girlfriends. no complaints.
@185
beat me to it–yes, we were bound to be bitch-slapped out of our reverie. fantomes d’une vie ou l’on parlait d’amour. perhaps another time.
@ POSTing the way it’s supposed to be
/Meanwhile, back at the raunch:
Yeah, dude, and i was so fucked up on jaegerbombs and i grabbed her tits and yelled Little Fucking Foxes Eat My Shit You Fucking Foxes then some asswipe came in wearing like Prada for Men (as if!!!) and this assmuffin starts screeching away Sublime’s ‘Santareia’ like on bagpipes so i slapped him across the mazzer with this bigass zucchini that was sitting in a basket on the bar and i was like I got nothin’ to lose because a drink’s a drink and a man’s a man and these are jeans that fit once wore by some mexican i worked with when i was in taos pickin fuckin fruit on a road crew like borracho all the time and cullo de puta it was hot and i wear no panties b/c gash gotta breathe get real man twat fuck bitch then like ragged claws scuttling muthafucka….
@187 Song?
/a little lost. not because of lack of interenst. distractions at work.
//aussi, mon francais est horrible. the knowledge is there, but my french professor was more of a storyteller than an instructor. all I remember is his outrageous accent, stories about living in Algeria and Madagascar, and the delicious homemade crepes he and his Welsh wife would make us.
@187 Fucking hilarious stream of consciousness, by the way.
/am I just now noticing British orthography from you, or have you always been spelling that way?
@188
i put a hyperlink to a song for you @180, in response to your @176 “A gentleman in the street but a freak in the sheets”. i could only find the song on YouTube, but the gist is: “Ladies love gentlemen, ‘cuz gentlemen know how to love…”
/ignore the french, it was to amuse Shen if she got bored enough to wade through all this chatter she started.
/still hiding under the coffee-table waiting for T or F to swing The Big Stick and make me cry (again).
@189
i spell things brit in order more to annoy Floozy.
I did get the link, but the enivronment of my workplace is not one associated with being able to have your speakers turned up on your computer. I’ll have to listen to it when I get home. Still, your gist is true…
/How slightly envious I am of the seemingly familiar and cozy rapport you all have with one another…
/but then I remember this is just the internets. I have a life. And I sigh in relief.
@183 i will make sweet love to you in exchange for an apple pie.
@183-?? went to the Divide and got drunk, stopped at Cherry Avenue for some fried chicken, then watched Trailer Park Boys episodes on Google… I recommend this remedy to anyone and everyone suffering from introspection. Damn what a cure!
@194 i don’t introspect
or anyone suffering from a Thursday night!
@193 I may be so desparate as to consider a barter between sweet love making and fresh pastry. (a fair trade any day, I think…)
@194 As I’ve always been introspective (more like constantly musing on external happenings, their apparent and obtuse relationships among themselves and the macrocosmic universe, etc. etc.), that sounds delicious. One, because I’m starving, and two, I want to have a drink, but can’t muster up the energy to do so. Besides, I was beyond surprised to see a majority of establishments close their bars at midnight in this state. At least down here. And maybe a little more west of here. I’m not exactly familiar with the bars in this town. Otherwise, if it weren’t for the lateness of my work day, I’d totally have to experiment with your cure.
/all this talk about food all of a sudden.
/also, have been to Divide once. really enjoyed the pork burrito.
@193 Oh, and if your love-making is as amazing as my apple pie, then it’s a deal.
/it is that good.
@194
funny, diagnostically… here it’s roaring fire, fried chicken, steve mcqueen film. just starting first cocktail now.
@193
i wish i’d thought of that approach. i wish BBT had taken you up on that approach. excuse my daydreaming.
/annnnddddd, i miss Backup Planet.
i can’t believe we got STFU, hugging it out, do the math, AND analogy day all in one post. aroundabout 184, that is. well served, young sass.
all this talk about how a girl or a boy has done some bad shit to you, and made you feel bad… is alright. and it’s true. but i’d bet my heating bill against the odds that right now there they’re aren’t an estranged couple of folks on this board unbeknownst to each other, wishing they could tell the whole world how badly they’ve been treated. by each other.
@199 What kind of cocktail? Why excuse your daydreaming when it should be embraced? What if you were asked to join?
/far too easy to go into an apple pie/sex joke.
/thinking liquor would be more my palate at the moment…but a friend over last week-night and several rounds of billiards finished off the last 3/4 of fifth.
@200 That’s kind of romantic, actually. I wonder if you’re right…
@200
parlie is god. except that darren hoyt is more god.
@201
gin and bitters. i try not to be racy here. but of course i’d love to try to tag along. at your disposal.
i’m right.
@203 I’m not trying to start anything. Not on here. This isn’t CE on craigslist or anything.
/who is this bloody darren hoyt person?
@204
please god tell me i’m not one of them.
@205
oh, i know. no worries here. i’m broken and stuff.
darren hoyt is The Source, man. He may not be quantified or known. He has many names. from Him all blessings flow and from Him all wonder issues. He is all time and all space, He is light and darkness.
207, and a panoply of others, make me feel like otter might be making fun of darren hoyt.
@204 Vewy interwesting, dahling…
@207 Aren’t we all broken and stuff in some way or another?
I love melodramatic, obtuse answers.
@207
my fear of and reverence for darren hoyt in real life is the only thing i AM consistently sincere about here.
my polytheistic chatsite olympian cosmology thus, this order:
darren hoyt, kyle, shen, parlie, stanley, floozy
/crickets
/either that or just nothing to say.
i’d like to be number 3. on my jersey.
my blog jersey.
oh my god.
should i get my hair
cut short?
let’s have a haircut haiku party:
should i get my hair
cut short, so short i can’t feel
even the wind blow?
i said once, dear ma’am
cut short, but please, sensibly
she said, “do the math.”
i don’t do haikus….
but that was a good start, yes?
maybe part by part.
You’ve got to be kidding me…
Just to get it off my chest, I’ve had it up to bloody here with these self-perceived elitist, imbued with coddled arrogance, educated idiots scarily referred to as medical and nursing students.
I have more common sense in the tip of my pinky than their mind will ever accrue in their lifetime as a health professional (if they even make it to being a professional).
They don’t encourage these kids to research or gather information on their own. Yes, they encourage them to use the information, but they have no bloody clue how to find it. Fucking frightening.
/And yes, I speak of a handful, maybe 20 out of a class of a 100. Okay, that’s a fifth. Speaking of which, I could use a fifth at the moment…of vodka.
did this weather kill everyone today?
godawful out there. hour late to my pissant spittle-paying lousy corporate job.
i need a drink or ten.
aw man, it’s dark already.
/thanks darren hoyt for electricity
So then. Just what the hell is going on, anyway?
WooHooo…. the party just started…Zombie Byo has been revived with virgin’s blood and radioactive monkey brains and is back walking the streets…(took some time… shortage of virgins)
And nothing goes on when you aren’t here… everyone just stands around in the kitchen talking about the weather and interest rates and their dog’s nasty skin condition, hoping you’ll show up. It’s shit.
So I found out tonight you bitches dont hang out at SS anymore, eh? Damn its hard to keep up with the latest trends. If only there were some sort of website where folks could keep up on this shit… oh, wait.
/there was, however, a red velvet dinner jacket dude singing somewhere over the rainbow. low how the mighty have fallen.
@228… At SS?
/Follow this stream of consciousness… South Street -> SS -> Nazis -> Basil Fawlty ->“Hors d’oerves vich must be obveyed at all timess!”
@228: I thought the SS nights were Tuesday, no?
/Follow this stream of consciousness…
You think to much.
I thought the SS nights were Tuesday, no?
Hah! I have no idea what day of the week it is! Damn medications…
@231 You think to much.
/Feeling as if I’m not in someone’s good graces.
/I’m a good person, really. Well, maybe not good and certainly not composed entirely of good intentions. But I’m not…bad.
/Suddenly feeling…like it’s time to be quiet for a while.
like it’s time to be quiet for a while
Dont run away… my umbrage is harmless. I just enjoy vigorous debate.
/your graces? perfectly good.
@233 I enjoy vigorous debate as well. For many, many reasons. Just a little taken aback from the other upbraiding…
/glad to be in good graces, though never been one to be entirely graceful.
/seriously…it never fails when I go out with my roommates for gelato some random night for the toe of my shoe or sandal to make the aquaintance of the precarious bricks of the downtown mall and (no pun intended..perhaps) in one fell swoop my cool and slightly sensual gait is brought back to earth. Literally.
@224
“thanks darren hoyt for electricity”
Thank YOU, firefly, for this.
/He hears you, he knows.
Byo, you should have come to the scary movie with us instead of loitering on here. We were the only people in there so we were yelling orders at the characters. It was fun! Bitch, you better get the fuck out of there!
Apparently 2 guys have already been arrested for planning to assassinate Obama. People like this should be publicly executed, but white tuxedos and top hats, very classy.
The server was down there for a second and when I tried to go to cvillain.com, it took me to an AOL search page showing sites having to do with cvillain. 5 or 6 down some site said, “This site (cvillain.com) gets about 4589 viewers a day. Audience is mainly female.”
NOT!
hey belmont yo! fyi, today is tuesday.
hell it’s cold.
anyone see the Cville article about The Burke Society at UVA?
asdfjsafkljdglkdg;ldkgal it is NOT cold outside. it’s still flip-flop weather, y’all.
that could just be the wine + fireplace talking, natch, but people here are such wimps when it comes to cool weather.
my sweeping generalization, let me show you it…
@241
wearing four sweaters in front of the fireplace, trying to believe you.
think of a hot place… like where,
if 90% of our regulars and most voters in the pending election,
will say all the Burke Society kids will go or should.
@ 242 if you’re wearing four sweaters in front of the fireplace, you’re doing it wrong. (seriously – is your pilot light out or something?)
i know the kid who’s in charge of the BS… heh heh. i’ll stop there.
@241, 243 Are you from above the 45th?
/This northerner has become acclimated and completely puts to shame her Finnish roots by saying it is cold out.
//and jealous someone has a fireplace to sit in front of.
I usually raunchily dance around my bedroom to this and this to warm up…
/…gets me warm at least…
@243
on your advice, setting fire to two of the sweaters and sitting IN the fireplace now.
BS-wise—no kidding? Seems like a hard time of it. Good kid or weenie? Sent them a nice note today.
@244
didn’t we already settle the fire question on Binge thread @54.
stanley! STANLEY! @244 she ended a sentence with a preposition. get her!
@246: It’s cool, dawg. I’ve retreated to the descriptivist camp. MOSTLY.
@247 Stanley, you should know that the ending of sentences in prepositions has become archaic (although still proper English). A fact which may have been mentioned once before. At least that I’m aware of. I don’t remember which post it was in. Or where, exactly, the post was at.
@244 I have to go look to remember. The days sort of blend into one another…
@248: and you should know the definitions of Descriptivism and Prescriptivism.
is this the binge drinking thread…?
Speaking of wearing 4 sweaters…
http://www.funfreepages.com/flash/big_ass_titties.php
Damn you spam filter.
Check this out otterdung
@ 244 i am not, but i’ve wintered in st petersburg (not the one in florida) (y’know, like summering in the hamptons, except not at all) where it was not much warmer than 15F for about six months. virginia’s piddly winter is nothing. nothing!
@ 246 i hope that worked for you. – and he’s not a weenie, mostly; i think he’ll be okay.
@252
thanks, Buster. Much better today.
Glad to hear he’s not a weenie; please give him my fond regards and pledge for support. Recommend he wear suspenders and smoke fine pseudo-Cubans like Kyle… model for success, i don’t doubt (and no HM tantrums… a man in that position should retain some dignity, after all). I admire those kids for even trying such a thing here. The guy who did one at my old college got labelled Most Dangerous Man On Campus, and took unending sh*t from all quarters. I am VERY curious to see who-all they can get for speakers. Horowitz is somwething of a loon, but D’Souza is a sober and solid fellow. Assume Ann Coulter is on her way here to the universal delight of students and faculty alike…
Has everyone seen this? (electionwise)–some offensive, some hilarious, but all quite clever:
http://www.posterpage.ch/exhib/ex216oba/ex216oba.htm
@250 Was that to yourself or was that to me? If the latter, yes, I know what they are. And now, after the haze of working late (normal), distractions at work and being tired, I get what you were saying @248.
No harm no fowl, said foreign turkey to the hunter.
I would like to state for the record that any task that has to be done, where you think/say the following phrase ” I mean, how hard can it be?” is going to become a fuck up of gargantuan proportions. So just don’t EVAR say that phrase. Assume failure and the fuck up fairy will pass you by.
Assume failure
My creed.
This ice cream tastes like shit. Oh…really?
Byo…Can I come over to the Dark Side ? I’ll bring all my old Smiths CD’s and we can play Foreclosure Monopoly.
Anyone else at home watching the soccer/football match on Sportsnet? I’m in LOVE with the Scottish commentator… its been an adventure so far.
“An’ thaur he goes wi’ th’ baa, intae th’ thick ay it, he takes th’ baa doon th’ field!”
@262
bored. send a linkypoo?
Bored? Explore the “shreds” series on youtube. Its started with this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WtO9R4h-Uo&feature=related
… and has spread like a virus. I find the Judas Priest, the Eddie Van Halen Solo and the Eric Clapton ones particularly hilarious. But the again, I have brain damage, so your milage may vary.
oooooooooooh….Chad Kroeger…. back to one handed typing again.
@264
i was watching the flash-animation Steven Seagal series of spoofs.
/there is not a numb-er mind on the planet than my own right now.
@266 I just fixed your last sentence and then deleted it because I’m trying to be nice. It’s a strain but I’m trying. I hope you appreciate the effort I’m going to, just to keep YOU happy.
@267
i was just re-reading it and even I have no fucking clue what it says.
/or do you think i was playing with the language used by Steven Seagal?
An’ fe all hof ya boowered numb minds, in da house iz sumfink dat should occupy yous fe hat least da couple minutes…
@262 No linky, lutralutrafeces… I was only watching it on t.v. while I rushed around getting ready for work. West Ham and Arsenal.
Wow…. BBT… have you seen Green Street?
@270 No, but just googled it. Looks interesting.
/strange affinity for and ability to replicate accents…
It’s wicked… West Ham vs Millwall is a bad scene…. do you ever get an evening off?
Oh my God, someone take me away with them right now. As long as I’m anywhere but here.
/Swears to holy hell that her co-worker is the most insufferable person to work with in the world. A horrible, mind-melting, artery-clenching combination of Milton Waddams, Dwight Schrute, and Brick Tamlin.
//Even so desparate she would accept a man on a white steed who wants to sweep her off her feet…shiny armor and knighthood not necessary.
@272 Unfuckingfortunately no. I’m working on it though. If anyone knows of a decent day shift anywhere…
define “decent day shift”
@275 How about the same as (although obviously preferably more than) what I make now and somewhere, 8 hours, between 8am to 6pm? Interesting, challenging, nice people, fun people to work with I can almost sacrifice at this point just to have the chance to have a normal schedule. And no offense to those in it, but I’ve been there and don’t ever want to be back again, nothing in the food/beverage service industry.
Other than that, I’m pretty chill at the moment. Although my personal horizons have expanded to looking back towards home and surrounding states (much much lower cost of living…) and more opportunities for my passion of all my passions…
oh, sorry, have part-time job in food service industry that’s neither interesting, challenging, passion inducing, but fits the bill for generating fricking cash. Tolerable people, but that may be due to my personality, not their’s (so I do know when to bother responding with anything more than polite, tolerating smile). Have not the luxury of looking elsewhere nor energy/time to “aspire” to anything more… Wish you good luck in efforts to reach for stars in your lifetime…
/dust to dust, it’s a short span on this planet
//in a hundred years, no one will care
@277
why save your kisses? just pass them around.
you’ll see my reasons are lo-gically sound
who’s going to know if you passssssss them around,
a hundred years from todaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy?
a sweet old song.
/if you really do need someone for part-time and food-service,
it’s NOT me but a pal who just moved here: liketimebackwards at gmail
So just to share, it is the FFA after all, driving away from work I saw something that was so unexpected and cheesy, I did as it said and then some. A lit up construction sign saying “Smile, it’s only temprary.” I laughed. Heartily. Thankfully.
Also, driving home through the patches in the trees, I saw that it was an insanely clear sky and I could see the stars. A sight sorely missed to someone who grew up with barely any light pollution, a Milky Way so defined you could almost pick out the individual cosmic entities, and the occasional Aurora.
What Irish luck to have such a crap day and then have it all turn around in a moment.
i can’t imagine that your pal would want to work at the same brain deadening drudgery that i do. there’s so much more available out there that has got to have more potential for generating cash. there are so many demands on my time that i can’t work anything more than part-time during the day, yet am required to do so. in the meantime, are also required to perform driving duty before and after until nearly 10 pm three nights a week. is seriously cutting into drinking recreational hours…
/used to have a life
@280
it would be bloody perfect for that rather good lad.
a life, same as friends, vastly over-rated. Never saw much in either.
/fewer Grand Hotels more bloody monasteries/convents.
@279
/”luck of the lapland” sounds better.
email me, there might be something available, but seriously, when i tell my meat-world friends what i do for cash, they’re mortified…
/actually, it’s not that bad – being around the youngish folk is kinda fun
bbt, kinda like i love the mooooooon. I so understand those late night moments… it’s really the only time i relax enough to relish (no snarkyness here) those little unimportant, yet so important, moments…
@282
i’ve got no address for you BP—if you feel like it, could you just drop the kid a note @278?
i’m sure he’d snap at whatever you have to offer or know about,
he’s trying to find any sort of paying gig, has no connections as new to town.
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@285
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@ 287
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@288
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@289 Annoying some…unless they’re complete and utter nerds.
Just wanted to share the song that I’m absolutely sure is going to be stuck in my head the rest of the day and through the night…
@291
nice cover:
http://www.box.net/shared/3qj46pyos4
@291, 292
hell, i meant:
http://www.box.net/shared/2amugms4k4
@FFA
fudge. anyone know how to get TANG (for astronauts) out of cashmere?
/stain-removal, not alchemy
@294 You need to put stain remover on it, quickly. Let it penetrate the stain, don’t rub. Let it sit half an hour, then add it to a clean sink filled with room-temperature water and soak it for an hour. Swish it around with your hands a bit, don’t rub the stain or anything…
Don’t wring it out. Spread it out on a towel, place another towel on top then roll up the two towels with cashmere between them. You’ll need to let it dry over night.
And don’t worry if you see the water change color. It’s normal for there to be some bleeding but it won’t harm the cashmere.
/Thanks for the link! It’s making me sleepy though …which is not good since I still have a couple more hours til work.
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Way to fuck up the board, Floozy…
BBT…..It’s fucking Art-in-Place …. go back to laundry tips and yawning.
hahahha…You’re so sweet. And cute.
@295
i just poured bleach on it and rubbed it with a brick.
If only HM hadn’t bought up all the goddam sheep, I could start knitting the next one.
Goats you plonker… cashmere comes from goats. Didn’t they teach you anything in Reform School?
@301
i know, i know—but i looked in vain for a goat in HM’s painting–no wonder the dude thinks he got ripped off.
Otter…Did you decode my binary message?…. it seriously is the solution to embarrassing and costly spillages.
@300 I’m all for soft things…at least in clothing or bed covers.
HM…Is that that Halsey Minor person?
I’ve been trying to figure out why this all seems so…familiar. I’m completely reminded of Mystery Science Theater…
[In search of a replacement body for Jan's head, Dr. Bill Cortner examines cardboard cutouts of buxom strippers at a club.]
Mike [as Cortner]: Well, she can’t have a cardboard body. I’ve ruled that out.
Servo [as Cortner]: Well, it’s nice and all, but I want something sleazy.
[Inside the strip club, a dancer slithers to a porny saxophone tune.]
Mike: If Jack Ruby owned a Denny’s.
. . .
Servo [as Maître d']: Welcome to the Diane Arbus Cafe.
@303
sorry, Floozy, got distracted. one last binary:
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Seems kind of quiet out there tonight…
teehee and thank you for your kindness. why is all your binary so untidy?
you never hear the expression anymore: ‘like a monkey fucking a football’.
shame. but there’s the joke about the octopus and the bagpipe…
Oh, hi BBT. Deathly quiet. even slander, misinformation, and parade-peeing won’t draw out lurkers.
Floozy was here a minute ago, but i lost her while trying to unravel her binary on a cocktail napkin.
My informants tell me the stars are pretty tonite.
I may leave you and BP to your devices, need to watch a quick film for critique (snooooooooooze) before bed.
“kung-fu hustle” + wine^3 = yes please!
you have NO idea how long that took me to type correctly. whoops.
This has to be the most effete group of men in the universe gathered here. Robert Bly is calling. Seriously. I worry for your gender.
@310 Pretty stars and a dark sky sound kind of comfortable… 20 more minutes until I can get comfortable. The binary was amusing for awhile. Just not feeling the magic tonight…
/Wishing that this state was like her home state so she could pick up a couple bottles of wine after work…
‘whoops’ are what the Duke Boys and those fellers that got Georgie Custer do, right?
/was the sequel any good?—or IS that the sequel? saw one of them.
/woefully out of alcohol and definitely a night that I could use some…
Does anyone know if SS has a working website? Or even better, what their happy hour…hours are and relative drink specials?
@312
i swear, if you scroll up a tad you’ll find a couple dick-jokes and some chest-hair.
No Iron John here, though someone keeps tossing Oscar Wilde and his green carnations at us.
You always run away before we can properly play with you–hope you and Browning are well?
/have you read yeats’ A Vision? i need an expert.
@316
anyone on Cvillain during the day can tell you. Do bars have websites? that’s just weird.
no, i aspirate my mistakes when i’ve been drinking wine. must be a bit of the rick james in me.
the sequel’s not out until 2010, so i’ve no idea if it’s any good.
@ 313 are you from a state that sells liquor in CVS stores? because that is the most awesome thing ever.
@319 I’m from a state with 24 hour liquor stores and you can buy wine and beer until 2am from the grocery stores…
@319
pre-quel then? The one with the cow doing karate? am i thinking of a diff film?
@320
you poor dear. shame you’re not nearer pantops, i’m positively drowning in the stuff.
gnight all, sorry.
bbt, you’re from New Hampshire?
od, don’t you dare go, sir…I seriously have things to talk about with you
@321 Tempting… but tomorrow the lack of should be rectified not just by stocking up at home but by venturing out into public in the late afternoon, early evening hours for some social stimulation.
@322 From a ‘Great’ state…
good for you, bbt, get out there, be brave, my grasshopper…
@323
Hey honeybunch! All smooth-sailing for you, i hope?
/OD doesn’t DO serious conversations.
hell, you lured me into staying then all went to drinks and bed.
not bed for me, are you still there?
ok, sweet dreams… i’ll remember things i need to talk about with you, but it should probably be a one on one conversation. into the arms of orpheus, we are do go gently….
You guys make eharmony obsolete.
@331
i’ve seen the commercials—no doubt the two (three) of us would’ve been rejected from it?
Cvillain, in its aim of promoting a sense of community, seems to favor expression of local humanity in all its manifestations, every facet of life here? Scrogging, if that’s what you mean, is certainly AN aspect of it? But i think BP want to speak to me about equine management and proper footwear for riding-to-hounds. Grooms are for shit these days… they ran the Irish out of the business.
NIN tix are now just $8.60. Go to JPJ’s website to buy.
anyone going to Corb Lund in Richmond or to Two Man Gentleman Band?
It’s Friday afternoon, and I need some motivation to work. Everyone I work with just left, and the only reason I have to stay is because I don’t have any kids with Halloween parties to go to. That’s some bullshit.
Now you can drink at your desk on the sly.
Hmm…there is an ABC Store across the street. You might be on to something.
Say you need to go get a coffee. Run into the grocery store and buy a 4 pack of those pre-mixed White Russian Kalhua things and a thermos.
Oh I don’t need to lie about getting a coffee. I’m literally the only person in the office. I’ll be right back…
The ABC Store is busy at 1:45 on a Friday.
@340, on a Halloween Friday, no less. That don’t come round too often.
The hard A will help me get into character for later tonight.
Probably full of parents buying some illicit Licky for their travel mugs, to alleviate the torpor as they drag their little goblins and Snow Whites from door to fucking door.
One of my co-workers lives in a neighborhood where all the dads take the kids trick or treating and the pull a wagon with a keg around with them…BRILLIANT!
@343 Mom, is that you?
@342: I see getting kicked out of a bar in your future
@346: How’s your credit card throwing arm today?
HAHAHAHA..Zombie that is fantastic… I can just see the kids going “But Dad I’m tired and it’s 2.30am” and Dad says ” Shut the fuck up you little shit… get up to that house and knock the door, the keg’s not empty yet”
and Duck you can just STFU as well.
I’ve been weight-lifting. Hope your ducking skills are good tonight.
I don’t know about my ducking skills, but my falling over skills and stumbling skills should be exceptional.
Drink number 2. Brilliant idea ‘nanigans. I think I love you.
/I said “think,” so you can’t slap me.
traffic sucks right now too.
saw a trailerpark couple at CLT wearing each wearing one of those jackolantern tshirts.
mother of the year: “you say that again i’ll pop you in the mouf.”
@351 “think” is enough for anal.
@351: You love drunk driving and you are drinking at work. You are a pillar of society, you are.
“think” is enough for anal.
I don’t drink that much Jager.
Oh shit. I almost said, no you need a lot of Jager for anal.
I am so bloody tired of bad luck. Or whatever type of superstitious negative influences that have permeated the day to day for the last year and a half.
Why does it take so much goddamned work to be happy?
Why do I feel guilty for feeling morose and depressed and sad?
/not expecting anything…just needed to say it.
//not to bring you down, bruce…
///$9 1.5l bottles of Barefoot merlot at Pantops Giant may be the only answer for tonight…
I’m done. Completely. Sick and tired of the bad luck or juju or whatever other superstitious negative influences that have been permeated the day to day for last year and a half. Is it too cliche to ask why is it so goddamned difficult to be happy? Or why do I feel guilty for feeling lonely and depressed when everyone else is just fine?
The only thing that I find solace in is the occasional random moment of humor in the absurd and a bottle of merlot.
So tired of trying to be a happy person…
/flame away as some are wont to do…but I just had to get this out of me and out there.
And definitely an unintentional double post… thought the first one was eaten up by ether and that it was a summation of how my whole week (i.e. last year and a half) has gone…
Not intentional…
@367
dang, honeychile. what happened? you were supposed to be out swigging cocktails and batting eyelashes at hot guys and generally making a social-sexual meance of yourself, and a torment and temptation to every GQ six-pack-model BA and young doctor on the local market.
Tell us more, it’s the FFA. I defy anyone to flame you, it is YOU who should be afire here–c’mon, give us the dirt, the skinny, give us your worst… how fucked-up a town is it, how screwed are the guys, how swinish or elitist or unfriendly or dull or… whatever.
Spit it out, Baby—what ails ya?
@360 Otter, I don’t even know if its worth putting out there… It could always be worse, right? But… I’m so tired of saying that. It could be worse. Of course it could be, but it’s not making things any better. It’s just been so much, and I’ve had no one around to let me pathetically cry on their shoulder. I admit it. Sometimes I can’t make it on my own. I’m a thousand miles away from the people who love me, stuck in a horrible shift for two years where the majority of people I’m in contact are my age but I’m in a position of ‘authority’, no social life due to said shift, am paid shite for said job, make enough to barely cover my bills though I have a BA (leading back to not being to have a social life due to lack of funds), work for ridiculously overpaid administrators, PTSD, subsequent therapy, I’m as lonely as a woman can be for a man, and I’m just not made for this town. I don’t care about money or clothes or driving a BMW or Audi. I don’t drink martinis or cosmos. Nor am I prone to cool, obscure pop (or anti-pop) culture or coffee shops and laptops or Stella Artois.
Since last summer, I’ve kept to myself because of certain circumstances relating to need for therapy and have dug down, deep inside to figure out who this woman is and found many pieces thought to have been buried deep and forgotten about to be still broken. I’ve found parts of me I loved and strengthened, parts of me I didn’t like and changed, and parts of me that are both dark and light. I didn’t want to be around people. I was afraid of putting myself out there. And now it’s come down to having to literally pep talk myself into simply going out on my own, to sit, a stranger among strangers and try to open up a little.
And tonight, the culmination of just a long week filled to the hilt with little things that amalgamate to one large, constant that is just overwhelming on top of it all, I did go out. I did catch someone’s attention and whether he was really interested or it was just a failure to communicate as Luke said, I ended up someplace else, where we agreed to meet at, alone. It wasn’t a big deal. Granted, it’s been so fucking long since I’ve had any kind of semi-interested interaction with a straight man in two years, it might as well just had been…
Otter, hot guys, six-pack-model BAs and young doctors don’t really want a woman like me. I’m open, I’m honest, I don’t play the game (although I flirt rather well), and I’m not like the typical hotties running around this town.
And this town is like any other, there’s always going to be the good and bad, pros and cons…but it’s not really the town. It’s me that’s fucked up. I just didn’t realise it wouldn’t be easier to put my life back together.
/Several glasses of wine, an aching swelling of loneliness that pushes against my heart, and hot tears is just too much. I’m done.
//I say all this now, and I know the morning will take it all away…it just comes and goes.
bbt, you know this – it’s always darkest just before dawn. Having said that, I know the place where you are oh so well, different circumstances, same feeling. Don’t beat yourself up so, darlin’…The only way you are going to find that “one” is by being wayyyy too busy to have time to spend on that one. Find yourself a giving opportunity, some sort of charitable or volunteer stint. I guarantee you that once you are overinvolved, that dude will show up and you will have to make the choice to keep keeping on, or make time for him. Don’t give in to the dark side. Think outside the box. Too many cliches, but there’s a reason they exist. Hang in there, sugar.
wear more eye makeup. then you won’t cry.
@361
I am touched by your writing and honesty and hope you are feeling a little better.
You are not alone in anything you express above.
@361
the sobering light of day—sorry i didn’t catch this last night. BP, Rugby, even orchid speak true.
To my intial query: i meant MBAs not BAs, so i sent you accidentally after low-level losers not the well-kempt big-earners who could support you in proper style. Apologies for that. And thank you for the only comment on Cvillain longer than every one of my own.
The PTSD, the therapy, the wine and tears… these are all familiar yes to those around you, in varying degrees. Usually rather ignored or self-medicated, dispelled through poor behavior or insufferable personality… you’ll see many of them/us maladjusted here on Cvillain; bless them/us. The shitty job is almost inevitable in this town, except perhaps for the hours: there are quite a few sharp kids here, and so many moving here or staying after UVA, that local white-collar stations get crowded quickly and pay/treatment falls a-pace. BP makes an interesting point in suggesting you EX-ternalize by some drive–to art (the old cville–making it or supporting it–Live Arts!), to volunteerism, to outdoorsiness or biking or any of the manifold idiocies provided by this quirky diverse town to draw us out and away from self, sublimate our sex-drive.
Cherrily, there’s no such thing as not made for this town–the shallow stuff you mention is one facet, and in sending you to SS we perhaps threw you to those wolves, that kind of wolf. But we host a spectrum of types here, running the gamut from the halsey type to the traveled NorthFace-buyer to the lowly brooding freak in black turtleneck. If you have a preference, we’ll steer you more accurately next time.
Can’t tell you much about the boy thing. Sorry you met some random skanky guy(it wasn’t me, incidentally), and sorry it was not, in retrospect, satisfying. Hard to believe anyone can still get away with “it’s smoky in here..let’s go somewhere where we can be alone…”. Perhaps demand a DAYTIME outing, next or following afternoon, or brunch?
Remember too that it was Halloween, when demons play and ghosts walk the earth. Try Tuesday instead. Other than that, tell us what yoiu need and these snarky caring souls here will no doubt guide you better than i can–i’m more pathetically disconnected than you are.
Dear bbt, a dear old friend once told me in one of my low moments that i was too good for those who treated me badly. he said it in a much more endearing way, but it reminds me now and then that there really are people out there who care how i feel. i do wallow from time to time, and i apologise to those who have been annoyed by that. i heartily thank those who see through it and support my occasional blatherings and fondness for the late night dark moment comments.
@365
Good message
Hey BBT! You out there?
@363, 364, 365 Seeking redemption for my ineptitude of dealing with life through the understanding of others is never my intention…but all your words have soothed. And I do appreciate the understanding.
The tsunami of emotions subsided by morning, which I sort of expected. They linger, as unresolved and deep issues are wont to do, but I’m pretty good at picking myself back up after letting myself go like I did.
@365 I’ve kind of noticed that I’m not the only one here with some sort of emotional/mental hot mess. Not to trivialise anyone or anything they have gone/are going through, but it puts me back in my place to remember that I’m not the only one.
Have ventured out, joined an outdoors club but it didn’t quite work with my schedule/level of aptitude for certain outings.
Also know that trying to eke out groups and stereotypes in this town through my virgin experience is unfair. I just need to set some sort of social schedule for myself and stick to it. Although familiarity breeds contempt (so they say), it also facilitates making acquaintances.
As for the “boy” thing, it’s more of a man thing. Definitely superstitious enough (the Irish in me) to believe that there’s probably a good several reasons that nothing came from it and that it didn’t work out. Although, that was just the cherry on top of my week. The straw that broke the camels bake. The extra minute that burnt my cookies.
And I’ll only get out as often as my schedule allows…which usually means the end of the week. But, all’s well for now. Glass of wine, sorting through fresh pictures I took of the Grounds (had to wade through the exodus of oddly disappointed Cavs fans…they should know better), and listening to music.
Hope everyone’s weekend was a little more…light-hearted. It was beyond beautiful outside.
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That’s better!