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Nope. It's a clarion call from the unrequited. A missive for misfits. A message to Rudie. Velkommen.Is this because I started the "Up With People" thread?
Two anew, man, his shoes, trite but true:I thought it said patios at first and I thought you were being very considerate smoking outside.
Never mind. Carry on.
That is one of two books on my bedside table. The other is a Christmas-gifted Brave New World. Between TCM and Perry Mason, i seldom read myself to sleep any more. There might even be a spider web on it'When you smile--' He had recovered his paternal attitude, perhaps because of Nicole's silent proximity, 'I always think I'll see a gap where you've lost some baby teeth.'
But he was too late--she came close up against him with a forlorn whisper.
'Take me.'
'Take you where?'
Placed rightly, if not read nightly. Might be time to dust a bit, huh?wikkidpissah said:That is one of two books on my bedside table. The other is a Christmas-gifted Brave New World. Between TCM and Perry Mason, i seldom read myself to sleep any more. There might even be a spider web on it
it ushered in the mega commercialism they abided in the decade ... i couldn't give a toss about their pretentious prog era - nor was i cognizant of it the first time my buddy Jack told me how much his older brother was digging the hooks in "ABACAB" - was literally all Greek to me.That's a funky track. The Wiki tells me that Phenix Horns played bass on that song and that they would get booed for playing it in England. Quite the departure, apparently, from their older stuff. Up from ashes. I always liked it.
we were lucky enough to curry favor from a certain newsstand chap who would sell us kids smokes ... pack of Winchester mini-cigars for a cool fitty cents ... then on to the quart of Bud after the rink ... there was always some greazy rummy willing to buy for us, as long as we footed one for him.Pee wee hockey is the greatest damn thing. Up at 6:00 A.M. to go get your 7:30 ice time. To the untrained eye, just a mess of kids swarming to the puck, but with each a logic of their own, some standing out from the crowd eventually.
bit ham-fisted, no?wikkidpissah said:i'm not speaking to you til you once make it all the way thru a Triple Crown cycle...
I'm just not hip enough to get this.otb_lifer said:
This explains why our select choir in seventh grade had to sing the "hits" of late-decade Phil Collins, I assume. Couldn't have the seventh-grade girls throwing their panties on stage to the magic of "Sussudio." One of the most embarrassing memories of middle school, and there were quite a lot. You couldn't even get the seventh-grade choir guys to sing it (we sort of refused and let the girls do it) never mind get panties to drop with it.otb_lifer said:it ushered in the mega commercialism they abided in the decade ... i couldn't give a toss about their pretentious prog era - nor was i cognizant of it the first time my buddy Jack told me how much his older brother was digging the hooks in "ABACAB" - was literally all Greek to me.
i liked the ditty - and, most importantly, the lasses who came to skate at 10 a.m. really enjoyed doing their ice capades shtick to it ... but by the end of the decade Phil Collins was tantamount to a wasp nest released in their nether regions (am i allowed to infer that?)
I have no comment on that but will say this, and I decided to keep it out of that thread because it sounds too much like sour grapes, but I'll put it here, because you guys will understand the utter futility of this. In honor of that thread, I went to bet a fin or something like that on an exacta at the casino directly six or so blocks from where I live. They have sort of an ampi/buffet-like off-track betting thing going on.wikkidpissah said:i'm not speaking to you til you once make it all the way thru a Triple Crown cycle...
not for nuttin', but ... our choir director was a yuuuuuge Manilow fan - we had to do a performance of "I Write The Songs" at one of the Parish bazaars ... curious, that - i much would've preferred "Mandy", cuz i really like that one, even if it has been rumored to be about Mr. Patinkin - NTTAWWT, of course ... talk about your Whiffenpoofs, eh?This explains why our select choir in seventh grade had to sing the "hits" of late-decade Phil Collins, I assume. Couldn't have the seventh-grade girls throwing their panties on stage to the magic of "Sussudio." One of the most embarrassing memories of middle school, and there were quite a lot. You couldn't even get the seventh-grade choir guys to sing it (we sort of refused and let the girls do it) never mind get panties to drop with it.
i've made a ton more money getting shut out at the winderr than i have otherwise - my muse is an unforgiving mutha trukkah.I have no comment on that but will say this, and I decided to keep it out of that thread because it sounds too much like sour grapes, but I'll put it here, because you guys will understand the utter futility of this. In honor of that thread, I went to bet a fin or something like that on an exacta at the casino directly six or so blocks from where I live. They have sort of an ampi/buffet-like off-track betting thing going on.
The day of the race, I'm all excited. Hop in the car to drive down there, furry feet a-flying. Eyes shiny and new. Revving the engine in the suburban driveway. Hells yeah. Get there. Closed. Until further notice. gosh darn COVID.
Thank God I couldn't drop twenty on what's-his-name. He lost badly to wire-to-wire guy. Oof.
Nice work around! I was going to consider this because of Clipse, the rap group, no less. You probably won't dig this, but I'll leave it for the reader or passer-by.cotdamn
Oof. Whiffensniffle Manilow.not for nuttin', but ... our choir director was a yuuuuuge Manilow fan - we had to do a performance of "I Write The Songs" at one of the Parish bazaars ... curious, that - i much would've preferred "Mandy", cuz i really like that one, even if it has been rumored to be about Mr. Patinkin - NTTAWWT, of course ... talk about your Whiffenpoofs, eh?
I don't remember that cucking. I remember them in a helicopter, though. But I think my memory is spotty. As a matter of fact, I went to sing the memorable chorus and went with "He's an easy lover..."as far as Collins ... his cucking in the "Easy Lover" vid with Phillip Bailey might be the most cringe moment of the decade ... far worse, imo, than Squier - Phil acting the cotdamn foo' as the goofy ### white dude to Bailey's unflabbable cool ... what a miserable buffoon Collins looked like.
Believe dat. *Poof*, there it goes.i've made a ton more money getting shut out at the winderr than i have otherwise - my muse is an unforgiving mutha trukkah.
sayyyyyyyyyy ...wait a minute!  You clowns are on dope!
ETA: "I'll tellya what ...this ol' boy has about a hundred times ..."sayyyyyyyyyy ...wait a minute!  You clowns are on dope!
otb ...you ever been kicked in the head by a bull?
"It's got a mean bite on the back end. Let's pow-wow. Let's chit-chat."
there's a familial joke i can put here, but i'll leave it to you to sort out.sayyyyyyyyyy ...wait a minute!  You clowns are on dope!
otb ...you ever been kicked in the head by a bull?
"I'll tell you what, you boys ain't bad for a buncha ##### birthday party clowns ...""It's got a mean bite on the back end. Let's pow-wow. Let's chit-chat."
Nice clip. Finally something I truly understand.
Djax also has Asperger's or autism -- he's on the spectrum. Deamon knows that -- we now all do -- and has been told (IIRC) by DJax (I think I've read it in the Philly thread and DJax has in other places asked people to let him know) to let him know when he should tone it down a bit. That's a dynamic not really seen under the surface of that. DJax shouldn't be doing that, Deamon is letting him know, and Navin jumped in, then I jumped in, and it's all a big cluster.hey @rockaction ...
saw your post in the Euro thread regarding the DJax "Hippling" fallout ... and ypu'te spot on.
i don't wanna gum up their precious footy talkfest with it, so i'll just put it here ... @DJackson10 comes across as a solid street guy, a cat who knows his way thru the byways and alleyways ... there's a ton of stale schtick, fake teacher(s), chubby suburbanites, etc up on here - it's amusing and malignant, if not tedious.
but DJax comes through as real, unapologetically so - kid has a passion and gift for gab - perhaps not as polished as our buddy wikk, but he shoots straight from the unfiltered heart - and i can dig that.
there's a familial joke i can put here, but i'll leave it to you to sort out.