Exothermic? Endothermic?
11.5.2k
You ever have one of them dreams "the experts" say means you want to sleep with your mother or that you harbor a deep guilt about shootin' pigeons with your BB gun when you were nine? Not me! I always have kick-ass dreams about surfing or finding a million bucks in my jeans pocket or finishing a really cool jigsaw puzzle. Of, like, the Hoover Dam or something. You ever been to the Hoover Dam? That sucker is somethin' else. Huge. I saw a TV documentary on it on the Discovery Channel. Amazing stuff. There's enough concrete in that thing to pave a 16-foot wide highway from San Francisco to New York City. Dang! Oh, and, they had to build an ice factory to cool the chemical heat created by the setting cement. Wow! The show's producers were quick to point out that, contrary to legend, nobody was buried alive in that concrete. I once had a dream about being buried alive. Sorta. I wasn't the one gettin' buried alive, I just witnessed it. A plane crash-landed on a pal and drove him deep into the ground. He survived, but was stuck in the ground with the wreck on top of him. I was like, "how sad," as a crowd of people gathered. I talked to him while he was stuck and he kept saying that he was hungry. I don't think he ever got out. Weird, huh? Try and make heads or tails of that one. Mull over tonight at:
Beauty Bar
2299 Mission St.
San Francisco, CA 94110
(415) 285-0323
Who wants to write a review of last week's "Secret Meeting?" I need a volunteer, as I was watching the Blackhawks give up power play goals to the Sharks. New to the list: Dan. Another Dan. Not the same Dan as a couple weeks back. Really. Swear to god.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Blue Ribbon Baby Photo Contest (?)
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: Kasparov v. Deep Blue: The Rematch. In May 1997, Gary Kasparov, the World's reigning chess champ, played a rematch chess tournament with the IBM supercomputer named "Deep Blue." In an exciting turn-of-events, Deep Blue beat Kasparov. Game One, played on 03 May 1997, will feature Alan as Kasparov and Lee Lee the Musical Bee as Deep Blue. (Kasparov wins.) Game Two, played on 04 May, has Susan Smith as Kasparov and Jerry Castro as Deep Blue. (Deep Blue wins.) Game Three (06 May) will be Danielle as Kasparov and Belinda as Deep Blue. (Draw.) Game Four: (07 May) (nameless) as Kasparov, Teensy as Deep Blue. (Draw.) Game Five: (10 May) Moss as Kasparov, Jeremy as Deep Blue (Draw.) And the decisive Game Six, where Kasparov disgraced the human race, has John Metsker as Kasparov and Sue Erokan as the rampaging Deep Blue, the machine bent on World Domination!
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Scott Harris. He is singled out because of his keen new SPD-compatible shoes. Say "hi" and check out his zapatos!
Stadium seats at the movies are cool, sure, but what about two-seater stadium seats? For snuggling, hiding, whatever! Your thoughts.
Anybody have Andy Breccia's phone number? I lost it.
Shake off the tryptophan hangovers and get yerselves to Beauty Bar. Bring yer beautiful pals. I will. Fer sure. See you there! bye-ee!
Thursday, November 30, 2000
Thursday, November 16, 2000
Your Lexicon
11.3.2k
I looked up the word "paradox" in the dictionary. I know what the word means but sometimes it's nice to see an official definition. Clears up any ambiguities. www.dictionary.com (a very cool resource) defines "paradox" as:
1. A seemingly contradictory statement that may nonetheless be true: the paradox that standing is more tiring than walking.
2. One exhibiting inexplicable or contradictory aspects: "You have the paradox of a Celt being the smooth Oxonian" (Anthony Burgess).
3. An assertion that is essentially self-contradictory, though based on a valid deduction from acceptable premises.
4. A statement contrary to received opinion. I like the number two definition.
At a Cubs / Giants game a couple years back my lovely sister wore a Giants cap and a Cubs jersey. I pointed a finger at her and said, "yer a damn paradox there, sister." (Anybody know what an Oxonian is? Look that sucker up.) It is, however, the number three definition that clearly conveys the paradoxical feeling I had the other day. I was being bad, but at the same time it was really good. I ain't gonna tell you details. (I don't want to tip my hand to the Sherrif's Department, if you know what I mean.) But there's yer paradox: Bad is good. Self-contradiction. Weird how that works out. I just wanted to share one of my favorite words with you. Tonight we trade favorite words and drink here:
Doctor Bombay's
3192 16th St, San Francisco, CA 94103
(415) 431-5255
One fella new to the list: Don. Hi Don. Really nice turnout at Latin American Club last week. Might as well make tonight's meeting, too.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Limbo.
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Players: Tama plays the Edmund Fitzgerald, "The Pride of the American Flag." ("The ship was the pride of the American side / comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin "); Moss plays iron ore. ("With a load of iron ore 26,000 tons more / than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty"); Jerry plays Lake Superior ("The lake it is said never gives up her dead / when the skies of November turn gloomy"); (nameless) and Dee play the northeast winds and the wily northwest winds, respectively ("and late that night when the ship' bell rang / could it be the north wind they'd bin feelin'); Spark plays the waves breaking over the side ("The captain wired in he had water comin' in / and the good ship and crew was in peril"); and Clova plays the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald ("and later that night when 'is lights went out of sight / came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"). (You might guess that them lyrics are from that famous song. The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald; Lyrics by Gordon Lightfoot, Moose Music Ltd.)
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Coach Anna Bjeldanes. She likes to eat Cobb salads for breakfast. She says no to Cocoa Puffs. "Savory. Not sweet." She says she ain't comin' to the meeting.
Anybody see that lady sitting in her car in the parking lot yesterday? She was crying really hard. Weeping. I wonder if she's all right.
Another of my fav. words is "pariah." Haul your behinds to the Doc's fer a shot. Bring yer pals. As always, I will. See you there! bye-ee!
11.3.2k
I looked up the word "paradox" in the dictionary. I know what the word means but sometimes it's nice to see an official definition. Clears up any ambiguities. www.dictionary.com (a very cool resource) defines "paradox" as:
1. A seemingly contradictory statement that may nonetheless be true: the paradox that standing is more tiring than walking.
2. One exhibiting inexplicable or contradictory aspects: "You have the paradox of a Celt being the smooth Oxonian" (Anthony Burgess).
3. An assertion that is essentially self-contradictory, though based on a valid deduction from acceptable premises.
4. A statement contrary to received opinion. I like the number two definition.
At a Cubs / Giants game a couple years back my lovely sister wore a Giants cap and a Cubs jersey. I pointed a finger at her and said, "yer a damn paradox there, sister." (Anybody know what an Oxonian is? Look that sucker up.) It is, however, the number three definition that clearly conveys the paradoxical feeling I had the other day. I was being bad, but at the same time it was really good. I ain't gonna tell you details. (I don't want to tip my hand to the Sherrif's Department, if you know what I mean.) But there's yer paradox: Bad is good. Self-contradiction. Weird how that works out. I just wanted to share one of my favorite words with you. Tonight we trade favorite words and drink here:
Doctor Bombay's
3192 16th St, San Francisco, CA 94103
(415) 431-5255
One fella new to the list: Don. Hi Don. Really nice turnout at Latin American Club last week. Might as well make tonight's meeting, too.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Limbo.
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Players: Tama plays the Edmund Fitzgerald, "The Pride of the American Flag." ("The ship was the pride of the American side / comin' back from some mill in Wisconsin "); Moss plays iron ore. ("With a load of iron ore 26,000 tons more / than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty"); Jerry plays Lake Superior ("The lake it is said never gives up her dead / when the skies of November turn gloomy"); (nameless) and Dee play the northeast winds and the wily northwest winds, respectively ("and late that night when the ship' bell rang / could it be the north wind they'd bin feelin'); Spark plays the waves breaking over the side ("The captain wired in he had water comin' in / and the good ship and crew was in peril"); and Clova plays the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald ("and later that night when 'is lights went out of sight / came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"). (You might guess that them lyrics are from that famous song. The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald; Lyrics by Gordon Lightfoot, Moose Music Ltd.)
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Coach Anna Bjeldanes. She likes to eat Cobb salads for breakfast. She says no to Cocoa Puffs. "Savory. Not sweet." She says she ain't comin' to the meeting.
Anybody see that lady sitting in her car in the parking lot yesterday? She was crying really hard. Weeping. I wonder if she's all right.
Another of my fav. words is "pariah." Haul your behinds to the Doc's fer a shot. Bring yer pals. As always, I will. See you there! bye-ee!
Thursday, November 09, 2000
Nosotros tenemos mas queso que tu tiene.
11.2.2k
I'm totally bummed and not a little bit pissed off. Some jackass threw out my lunch. I'm trying to save some dough by bringing a lunch rather than going out every day and here we have some (expletive) going and throwing it out. Sure I can see the need to clean up - more so because this joint is filled to overflow with (expletive) slobs. (I think one of our technical staffers is actually a chunk of moldy cheese from the fridge that acquired sentience, mobility, language and LAN management skills and got his ass a good haircut and a job. I'm considering blowing the whistle on that gouda-boy and if I found out he's the one chucked my lunch I will.) Dang. It was a good lunch, too. The sandwich was my fav: A BLORT sandwich. That's right, a Bacon, Lettuce, Onion, Ranch and Tomato sandy. You add the ranch early so the bread sogs up good. What else? Oh yeah, pickle. Oh (expletive)! My pickle! I wanted that (expletive) pickle! Ack! Yeah, I also got screwed out of Chili-Cheese Fritos. Best salty treat ... ever. Hunk of homemade punkin' pie. I'm not takin' hostages over that one because I gave this girl I know some of the pie in my super antique (mfg. 1954!) Tupperware pie tupper-thingy. I'm glad it's out on loan and not at the bottom of the (expletive) dust bin. It was my mom's. Crap. Tum-tum's a'growlin' and my former lunch is eight feet under. Or six. Six feet. Right. Six feet under. I have a problem with them things sometimes. Six feet under; Davey Smith's Locker, or Jones or whatever; "Give you an inch, You take a yard"; and the shave-your-dog's-ass-'cause-you're-so-dang-ugly joke. I screw those up all the time. I'm hungry now and it ain't even luncheon. Pitched lunch. Unlucky me. Let's drink here tonight fer chrissakes:
Latin American Club
3286 22nd St, San Francisco, CA 94110
(415) 647-2732
How about that goddamn election? "Gigantic step backward!" And I hear we ain't gonna get squished now: "INTERNET LINK" Might have been better? Nobody new to list. Nobody booted.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Voter-fraud contest (Bonus points if you're from Florida.)
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: Sorry. The TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT Generator is offline. We hoped to have it back up by now, but no. Let's see ... go ahead and reenact last week's meeting. Kinda lame, sure, but without the TDRGen I'm at a loss. Next week for sure. (No Refunds. Don't even ask.)
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Teensy. The TNSC Attendance Probability Engine (still online) calculated a very low chance of Teensy showing up tonight. That data fed into the TNSC-TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER Calculator (also still online) coughed up Teensy's name. Tag, Teensy, you're it.
I've seen three squished rats on the street lately. Just tail, claws and grease stain. Anybody out there slowing down for them poor, little, ugly suckers?
Repeat this throughout the day: I will go to the TNSC meeting tonight. I will bring my pals. I will see you there. bye-ee!
11.2.2k
I'm totally bummed and not a little bit pissed off. Some jackass threw out my lunch. I'm trying to save some dough by bringing a lunch rather than going out every day and here we have some (expletive) going and throwing it out. Sure I can see the need to clean up - more so because this joint is filled to overflow with (expletive) slobs. (I think one of our technical staffers is actually a chunk of moldy cheese from the fridge that acquired sentience, mobility, language and LAN management skills and got his ass a good haircut and a job. I'm considering blowing the whistle on that gouda-boy and if I found out he's the one chucked my lunch I will.) Dang. It was a good lunch, too. The sandwich was my fav: A BLORT sandwich. That's right, a Bacon, Lettuce, Onion, Ranch and Tomato sandy. You add the ranch early so the bread sogs up good. What else? Oh yeah, pickle. Oh (expletive)! My pickle! I wanted that (expletive) pickle! Ack! Yeah, I also got screwed out of Chili-Cheese Fritos. Best salty treat ... ever. Hunk of homemade punkin' pie. I'm not takin' hostages over that one because I gave this girl I know some of the pie in my super antique (mfg. 1954!) Tupperware pie tupper-thingy. I'm glad it's out on loan and not at the bottom of the (expletive) dust bin. It was my mom's. Crap. Tum-tum's a'growlin' and my former lunch is eight feet under. Or six. Six feet. Right. Six feet under. I have a problem with them things sometimes. Six feet under; Davey Smith's Locker, or Jones or whatever; "Give you an inch, You take a yard"; and the shave-your-dog's-ass-'cause-you're-so-dang-ugly joke. I screw those up all the time. I'm hungry now and it ain't even luncheon. Pitched lunch. Unlucky me. Let's drink here tonight fer chrissakes:
Latin American Club
3286 22nd St, San Francisco, CA 94110
(415) 647-2732
How about that goddamn election? "Gigantic step backward!" And I hear we ain't gonna get squished now: "INTERNET LINK" Might have been better? Nobody new to list. Nobody booted.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Voter-fraud contest (Bonus points if you're from Florida.)
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: Sorry. The TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT Generator is offline. We hoped to have it back up by now, but no. Let's see ... go ahead and reenact last week's meeting. Kinda lame, sure, but without the TDRGen I'm at a loss. Next week for sure. (No Refunds. Don't even ask.)
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Teensy. The TNSC Attendance Probability Engine (still online) calculated a very low chance of Teensy showing up tonight. That data fed into the TNSC-TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER Calculator (also still online) coughed up Teensy's name. Tag, Teensy, you're it.
I've seen three squished rats on the street lately. Just tail, claws and grease stain. Anybody out there slowing down for them poor, little, ugly suckers?
Repeat this throughout the day: I will go to the TNSC meeting tonight. I will bring my pals. I will see you there. bye-ee!
Thursday, November 02, 2000
No polling within 50 feet!
11.1.2k
PROPOSITION TNDC
Shall the Thursday Night Social Club officially and finally change its name to the Thursday Night Drinking Club, and now and forevermore to be referred to by the initials "TNDC?"
THE WAY IT IS NOW: It's known as the Thursday Night Social Club.
THE PROPOSAL: Change it.
A "YES" VOTE MEANS: Change it.
A "NO" VOTE MEANS: Don't change it.
Former Unofficial TNSC Controller's Statement on "TNDC"
Former Unofficial TNSC Controller Mike "Rosey" Rosenberg has issued the following statement on the realistic impact of Proposition TNDC. Should the TNSC change its name to TNDC List Members would incur no financial responsibility at all. The Proposition doesn't have anything to do with money. It's a name change. It's semantics, really. Nothing to do about nothing. The real issue is being overlooked: That maps to meeting locations is vital for people who need hand-holding and should be required in the venue announcements. I propose a rider to the Proposition. Include a map in the venue announcement for the geographically challenged. Like myself.
How the Founding Members Voted on "TNDC"
Opposed: Susan "Dynamite" Smith, Alan "Mad Daddy" Chimenti, Josh "Cushy" Johnson
Abstaining: John "Trouble" Metsker
PROPONENT'S ARGUMENT IN FAVOR OF PROPOSITION TNDC
It's a drinking club. Call it what it is, people. Jesus.
-Drinking Club 2000 Foundation
REBUTTAL TO PROPONENT'S ARGUMENT IN FAVOR OF PROPOSITION TNDC
That's a stupid argument in favor.
-Tennessee Forever 2000
OPPONENT'S ARGUMENT AGAINST PROPOSITION TNDC
Some people don't drink at the SOCIAL CLUB, dipshits.
-Tennessee Forever 2000
REBUTTAL TO OPPONENT'S ARGUMENT AGAINST PROPOSITION TNDC
That's a stupid argument in favor. er, uh, against.
-Drinking Club 2000 Foundation
PAID ARGUMENT IN FAVOR OF PROPOSITION TNDC
The Founding Members are on dope and we've heard that barnyard animals have been seen leaving some of their homes late at night. Like people who torture dogs, these people are not to be trusted. Don't vote like they did.
-Paid for the Smear Tactics Worked in '88 Foundation 2000
PAID ARGUMENT AGAINST PROPOSITION TNDC
We have a legacy here, people, let's do the right thing and keep it real. Keep it at home. Keep it social.
-Paid for by the Keep It Real / Keep It Social Campaign 2000
Goddamn politicians. What the hell is that all about? How 'bout the foul-mouth on the Tennessee Forever 2000 group? Haven't seen that at the polls before. Somebody tell Rosey that riders go on bills, not props. Why not go here for Founder's Day tonight:
Orbit Room Cafe
1900 Market St, San Francisco, CA 94102
(415) 252-9525
Ced's on the list. So are Al and Kelly Z. Lotsa folks are off. If yer still on, yer on forever! (Stop sweatin' Tellegen!)
The Governor wanted to close the bars for the election. I guess he thought that people would get smashed and then vote. I thought that was a great idea so I negotiated a deal: I traded TONIGHT'S CONTEST and TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT for keeping Orbit open. The idea is we'll concentrate on drinking and voting and not concern ourselves with contests or reenactments. Still got TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER, though!
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Bobo! Speedy recovery! We're thinking about you.
They're welding some crap across the street and this morning I accidentally looked at the arc. Now everything tastes funny. Is that supposed to happen?
Vote. Founders Day. Bring your favorite voter. Anybody having trouble sleeping at 2am like me? See you there! bye-ee!
11.1.2k
PROPOSITION TNDC
Shall the Thursday Night Social Club officially and finally change its name to the Thursday Night Drinking Club, and now and forevermore to be referred to by the initials "TNDC?"
THE WAY IT IS NOW: It's known as the Thursday Night Social Club.
THE PROPOSAL: Change it.
A "YES" VOTE MEANS: Change it.
A "NO" VOTE MEANS: Don't change it.
Former Unofficial TNSC Controller's Statement on "TNDC"
Former Unofficial TNSC Controller Mike "Rosey" Rosenberg has issued the following statement on the realistic impact of Proposition TNDC. Should the TNSC change its name to TNDC List Members would incur no financial responsibility at all. The Proposition doesn't have anything to do with money. It's a name change. It's semantics, really. Nothing to do about nothing. The real issue is being overlooked: That maps to meeting locations is vital for people who need hand-holding and should be required in the venue announcements. I propose a rider to the Proposition. Include a map in the venue announcement for the geographically challenged. Like myself.
How the Founding Members Voted on "TNDC"
Opposed: Susan "Dynamite" Smith, Alan "Mad Daddy" Chimenti, Josh "Cushy" Johnson
Abstaining: John "Trouble" Metsker
PROPONENT'S ARGUMENT IN FAVOR OF PROPOSITION TNDC
It's a drinking club. Call it what it is, people. Jesus.
-Drinking Club 2000 Foundation
REBUTTAL TO PROPONENT'S ARGUMENT IN FAVOR OF PROPOSITION TNDC
That's a stupid argument in favor.
-Tennessee Forever 2000
OPPONENT'S ARGUMENT AGAINST PROPOSITION TNDC
Some people don't drink at the SOCIAL CLUB, dipshits.
-Tennessee Forever 2000
REBUTTAL TO OPPONENT'S ARGUMENT AGAINST PROPOSITION TNDC
That's a stupid argument in favor. er, uh, against.
-Drinking Club 2000 Foundation
PAID ARGUMENT IN FAVOR OF PROPOSITION TNDC
The Founding Members are on dope and we've heard that barnyard animals have been seen leaving some of their homes late at night. Like people who torture dogs, these people are not to be trusted. Don't vote like they did.
-Paid for the Smear Tactics Worked in '88 Foundation 2000
PAID ARGUMENT AGAINST PROPOSITION TNDC
We have a legacy here, people, let's do the right thing and keep it real. Keep it at home. Keep it social.
-Paid for by the Keep It Real / Keep It Social Campaign 2000
Goddamn politicians. What the hell is that all about? How 'bout the foul-mouth on the Tennessee Forever 2000 group? Haven't seen that at the polls before. Somebody tell Rosey that riders go on bills, not props. Why not go here for Founder's Day tonight:
Orbit Room Cafe
1900 Market St, San Francisco, CA 94102
(415) 252-9525
Ced's on the list. So are Al and Kelly Z. Lotsa folks are off. If yer still on, yer on forever! (Stop sweatin' Tellegen!)
The Governor wanted to close the bars for the election. I guess he thought that people would get smashed and then vote. I thought that was a great idea so I negotiated a deal: I traded TONIGHT'S CONTEST and TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT for keeping Orbit open. The idea is we'll concentrate on drinking and voting and not concern ourselves with contests or reenactments. Still got TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER, though!
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Bobo! Speedy recovery! We're thinking about you.
They're welding some crap across the street and this morning I accidentally looked at the arc. Now everything tastes funny. Is that supposed to happen?
Vote. Founders Day. Bring your favorite voter. Anybody having trouble sleeping at 2am like me? See you there! bye-ee!
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