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Over in the Norm MacDonald thread.JZilla said:
Why would you settle for laments about fake tales when you could have real ones?
I got to the Cambodian pages, but I'll admit to not clicking. My ears were tender tendrils at the time, needing peace and quiet. Not Cambodian psychedelia.
That sounds like the dirtiest, preppiest playlist ever. "Hey, [insert butler's name], where'd you put my yatch?"
My "joke" was based on something @Eephus said during the Genrepalooza draft [paraphrasing] "Listening to Yatch Rock for hours would be akin to eating the whole bag of Halloween candy...satisfying at first but eventually the sweetness will make you sick."
That's pretty good. I was unaware of the reference.
AKA stuff that happened at the parties I didn't get invited to.rockaction said:
Heh. You're only half-kidding, right?
As you may have gathered from our discussions in the GP4 thread, I know of that scene very well. But I've never been comfortable in it. I'm just not wired that way.
Oh yeah, I figured you'd been around it plenty and weren't comfortable with it or had deliberately chosen ways to avoid it, much like I had. It's not entirely difficult to class surf, or to disown one's own class, if that were the case. I was a middle-class kid from a small town that would have had to traverse the upper-middle class's persnickety ways. I did not feel like doing that. I find that culture really anathema to everything I hold reasonably dear as ethical/moral -- and anathema to things I hold reasonably dear as naughty, too.
Whereas I was an upper-middle-class kid who realized as a teen that he couldn't stand said persnickety ways.
