Happy New Year
12.4.2k
Hey.
If'n yer in town, go hoist one with other lovely list members at Annie's tonight. Be sure to buy a round for and say something nice to our pals who got coal in their stockings this Christmas.
I'll see you next week for 1.1.2k1.
Thursday, December 28, 2000
Thursday, December 21, 2000
My wombat.
12.3.2k
I ain't giving any presents fer xmas this year. Instead I figure I'm just gonna party. I was out pickin' up some Christmas paper and I'm thinkin' I need to start getting things to wrap up with this stuff. I'm makin' up a list of folks and there's quite a few people I'm figurin' I ought to be picking something up for, but nothin' is jumping right out at me. That's when I figure out the party deal. So simple. Party. And race. Party and race. Dog? Nope. Horse! Them are two things you can do at the same time: Party and race. So that's it. You want a Christmas present? Sorry. You want someone to party with? Cool. I'm yer man. You wanna go to the racetrack? That's cool too. Too bad there ain't any, like, car or motorcycle races going on around now. Or bike races. That's a full day of fun. Goin' to the mountain bike races. Oh yeah ... I'll go skating too. Party, racetrack and skate. I know a bunch of people are clearin' out for Christmas and all, but there are going to be people about to party. So that's it. Let's kick off the partyin' tonight!
La Rondalla
901 Valencia St. SF
647-7474
Everyday is frikkin' Christmas at this joint. Thanks to Tama for the venue suggestion. Any more news? I don't know. One announcement: If you're to enjoy winter sports, esp. alpine events, please be careful. Have fun, but safety first.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Refrigerator Art. (Art majors not eligible.)
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: The Rescue of the Andes Plane Crash Survivors. On this day in 1972, two members of the Uruguayan rugby team who had survived the crash of their plane in the Andes mountains led rescuers to the crash site and 14 more survivors. The plane had crashed ten weeks earlier and many passengers survived both the crash and the fierce conditions high in the Andes. These folks resorted to cannibalism to stay alive! Players: Raub plays the plane; Alan plays the Andes; Lori K. plays the fierce elements (!); Serena and Lisa W. play the two team members who led the rescuers to the crash site; Clova and Al play rescuers; Team Bjeldanes plays the dead folks and ... eeeewwww ... Bobo, Mark, Chef, Bishop, Jeremy, Robin, Sue, Dee and (nameless) play the CANNIBALS!
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER(S): Mr. and Mrs. Jim Rose. C'mon out.
Guess what? I used to rotate. Now I spin.
Lock them casters and climb on the TNSC experience! After all, it is the penultimate Y2K TNSC meeting! Bring a yule log and some mistletoe and knock back some nog at La Rondolla. Bring yer pals, I know I will. See you there! bye-ee!
12.3.2k
I ain't giving any presents fer xmas this year. Instead I figure I'm just gonna party. I was out pickin' up some Christmas paper and I'm thinkin' I need to start getting things to wrap up with this stuff. I'm makin' up a list of folks and there's quite a few people I'm figurin' I ought to be picking something up for, but nothin' is jumping right out at me. That's when I figure out the party deal. So simple. Party. And race. Party and race. Dog? Nope. Horse! Them are two things you can do at the same time: Party and race. So that's it. You want a Christmas present? Sorry. You want someone to party with? Cool. I'm yer man. You wanna go to the racetrack? That's cool too. Too bad there ain't any, like, car or motorcycle races going on around now. Or bike races. That's a full day of fun. Goin' to the mountain bike races. Oh yeah ... I'll go skating too. Party, racetrack and skate. I know a bunch of people are clearin' out for Christmas and all, but there are going to be people about to party. So that's it. Let's kick off the partyin' tonight!
La Rondalla
901 Valencia St. SF
647-7474
Everyday is frikkin' Christmas at this joint. Thanks to Tama for the venue suggestion. Any more news? I don't know. One announcement: If you're to enjoy winter sports, esp. alpine events, please be careful. Have fun, but safety first.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Refrigerator Art. (Art majors not eligible.)
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: The Rescue of the Andes Plane Crash Survivors. On this day in 1972, two members of the Uruguayan rugby team who had survived the crash of their plane in the Andes mountains led rescuers to the crash site and 14 more survivors. The plane had crashed ten weeks earlier and many passengers survived both the crash and the fierce conditions high in the Andes. These folks resorted to cannibalism to stay alive! Players: Raub plays the plane; Alan plays the Andes; Lori K. plays the fierce elements (!); Serena and Lisa W. play the two team members who led the rescuers to the crash site; Clova and Al play rescuers; Team Bjeldanes plays the dead folks and ... eeeewwww ... Bobo, Mark, Chef, Bishop, Jeremy, Robin, Sue, Dee and (nameless) play the CANNIBALS!
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER(S): Mr. and Mrs. Jim Rose. C'mon out.
Guess what? I used to rotate. Now I spin.
Lock them casters and climb on the TNSC experience! After all, it is the penultimate Y2K TNSC meeting! Bring a yule log and some mistletoe and knock back some nog at La Rondolla. Bring yer pals, I know I will. See you there! bye-ee!
Thursday, December 14, 2000
"In?"
12.2.2k
I'm wonderin' if my best friend can kick my other best friend's ass. Let's say that one of my best friend's name is Phil and the other's name is ... uh ... Phil too. Okay. Phil is pretty tall and, I dunno, works out a lot I guess. I don't know if he does for sure but it sorta seems like it. Big dude. So Phil's a pretty tall, big guy, and he could probably kick some ass. Makes sense. He's mostly non-violent though. He'll fight to protect himself or his girlfriend. Or his other friends. Or somebody who's getting their asses kicked unfairly, probably. You know, jump in if the fight's unfair. That's an important factor in being one of my best friends: Not being a hothead, but being just. Back to the question! Can Phil kick Phil's ass? One Phil is big, strong and nonviolent. The other Phil ... wouldn't balk at a fight, but he ain't that big. He wouldn't start it, necessarily, but he'd fight. I picture the Phil/Phil fight being like, Phil not starting the fight and the other Phil not jumping in the nonfight. They'd sit around and talk and laugh and drink beer. Kinda like they do already. The whole concept reminds me of the old "Who-would-win-in-a-fight-between-a-velociraptor-and-a-ninja" dealio. That one's still up in the air. Sit around, talk and drink beer here tonight:
Field Of San Francisco
524 Union St, San Francisco, CA 94133
(415) 433-7676
Brother Jer is bar-tendin.' Guess what? Allison is back on the list as herownself. Nicole is new to the list. As is Abigail. Welcome. (nameless) S. Miller alt. email address. A "Get Well Soon" goes out to Kevin. We're raising glasses to yer speedy recovery! Not much more news.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Make-out Contest.
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: The opening of the first indoor ice rink. The year, 1912. The day, Christmas Day. The city, Victoria, B.C. Two brothers, Lester and Joe Patrick, opened the world's first indoor ice rink. The dang thing cost $110,000 (Canadian) and seated 4000 people. Under the ice was the world's largest refrigeration and ice-making equipment. A mere three days later, the brothers opened the world's second indoor ice rink in Vancouver. This one was bigger than the first, as it could hold more than 10,000 people. As one might guess, it's ice-making gear became the world's largest. These fellas didn't rest easy: Over the next few decades, they opened indoor rinks all throughout Western Canada and the Northwestern U.S. Players: Spaz and his brother Rob are Lester and Joe. Matt and the other Matt are the rink and ice-maker in Victoria; John and the other John are the rink and ice-maker in Vancouver. Whoever can skate play skaters. Whoever can't play the audience. I need a volunteer to play the Zamboni and the Zamboni operator.
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Woody. He used to bother Coach Bjeldanes a lot but does not so much anymore. Good for him! Good for her! God bless us, everyone!
When yer readin' something on a website or email that's misspelled, do you think the writer can't spell or can't type?
See you suckers in North Beach tonight. Bring somebody worth makin'-out with and win the contest. I know I will. (!) ... er ... what I mean is ... I'll see you suckers in North Beach. See you there! bye-ee!
12.2.2k
I'm wonderin' if my best friend can kick my other best friend's ass. Let's say that one of my best friend's name is Phil and the other's name is ... uh ... Phil too. Okay. Phil is pretty tall and, I dunno, works out a lot I guess. I don't know if he does for sure but it sorta seems like it. Big dude. So Phil's a pretty tall, big guy, and he could probably kick some ass. Makes sense. He's mostly non-violent though. He'll fight to protect himself or his girlfriend. Or his other friends. Or somebody who's getting their asses kicked unfairly, probably. You know, jump in if the fight's unfair. That's an important factor in being one of my best friends: Not being a hothead, but being just. Back to the question! Can Phil kick Phil's ass? One Phil is big, strong and nonviolent. The other Phil ... wouldn't balk at a fight, but he ain't that big. He wouldn't start it, necessarily, but he'd fight. I picture the Phil/Phil fight being like, Phil not starting the fight and the other Phil not jumping in the nonfight. They'd sit around and talk and laugh and drink beer. Kinda like they do already. The whole concept reminds me of the old "Who-would-win-in-a-fight-between-a-velociraptor-and-a-ninja" dealio. That one's still up in the air. Sit around, talk and drink beer here tonight:
Field Of San Francisco
524 Union St, San Francisco, CA 94133
(415) 433-7676
Brother Jer is bar-tendin.' Guess what? Allison is back on the list as herownself. Nicole is new to the list. As is Abigail. Welcome. (nameless) S. Miller alt. email address. A "Get Well Soon" goes out to Kevin. We're raising glasses to yer speedy recovery! Not much more news.
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Make-out Contest.
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: The opening of the first indoor ice rink. The year, 1912. The day, Christmas Day. The city, Victoria, B.C. Two brothers, Lester and Joe Patrick, opened the world's first indoor ice rink. The dang thing cost $110,000 (Canadian) and seated 4000 people. Under the ice was the world's largest refrigeration and ice-making equipment. A mere three days later, the brothers opened the world's second indoor ice rink in Vancouver. This one was bigger than the first, as it could hold more than 10,000 people. As one might guess, it's ice-making gear became the world's largest. These fellas didn't rest easy: Over the next few decades, they opened indoor rinks all throughout Western Canada and the Northwestern U.S. Players: Spaz and his brother Rob are Lester and Joe. Matt and the other Matt are the rink and ice-maker in Victoria; John and the other John are the rink and ice-maker in Vancouver. Whoever can skate play skaters. Whoever can't play the audience. I need a volunteer to play the Zamboni and the Zamboni operator.
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Woody. He used to bother Coach Bjeldanes a lot but does not so much anymore. Good for him! Good for her! God bless us, everyone!
When yer readin' something on a website or email that's misspelled, do you think the writer can't spell or can't type?
See you suckers in North Beach tonight. Bring somebody worth makin'-out with and win the contest. I know I will. (!) ... er ... what I mean is ... I'll see you suckers in North Beach. See you there! bye-ee!
Thursday, December 07, 2000
Def Leppard
12.1.2k
All things considered, I suppose I'm a bit of a kleptomaniac; I love fire. I was ... wait. Kleptomaniac? It's not kleptomaniac. Nymphomaniac. That's it. Nympho- ... what the hell is going here? It's not klepto, it's not nympho. It's ... dang it ... I can't think what ... whataminute! I got it! PYROMANIAC! P-Y-R-O-M-A-N-I-A-C. Right! I'm a bit of a PYRO-maniac because I love fire. I don't like setting things on fire, mind you, (except for a pyramid of Kingsford briquettes!) but I'm fascinated by the sight of "all things ablaze!" Alan was just staring out the window and I looked where he was looking. Some dude across the street had a torch and he was dicking around with roof tar. Spittin' fire, burnin' tar, outside, beautiful morning – what a life! I sure would like a job that had somethin' to do with fire other than corny names for special effects software from Canada. I would love it if we could have a fire in a 55 gallon oil barrel and have it out by the coffee machine. Think about it: Wake up, ride to work, get a coffee and stand around the flaming barrel jawing with coworkers. Sounds pretty sweet. The only thing better would be: Sleep in, stay home, drink a pot of coffee and do nothing until you're damn good and ready. And when you're damn good and ready, why not go here tonight:
Attic Club
3336 24th St, San Francisco, CA 94110
(415) 643-3376
No news this week. So quiet. What are y'all up to?
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Cooperation Contest. This will be difficult to win because no one cares to cooperate these days. Teams of at least two.
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: It's December 7th, so guess what's going to be reenacted? You're right! December 7th, 1987: Mikhail Gorbachev arrives in United States for summit with Ronald Reagan! "Despite protests in Washington concerning Soviet human rights abuses, most Americans get swept up in "Gorbymania" as Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev arrives for his summit with President Ronald Reagan. Gorbachev and his wife, Raisa, charmed the American public and media by praising the United States and calling for closer relations between the Soviet Union and America." (Stole that description from historychannel.com) Our players: Lori K. is Gorby; Jim Rose is Reagan; Gareth is Raisa; Bishop, Chef, Jimi and Carl are human rights abuse protesters; John Metsker and Todd are Secret Service dudes; and the remaining List Members are a bunch of "Gorbymaniacs!"
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Amy Shuba. Where the hell is Amy Shuba? She missed her "Honorary Founding Member" ceremony last week. The ostriches alone cost a small fortune.
Has anybody had any success with spot removers? Like that DiDi 7 crap? Lemme know 'cause I got something on my T-shirt.
Stop what you're doing tonight, grab your sexaholic-thief-firebug pals and haul ass over to the Attic Club. You'll find a bunch of folks talking about STEALING, SEX and FIRE! I know I will. See you there! bye-ee!
12.1.2k
All things considered, I suppose I'm a bit of a kleptomaniac; I love fire. I was ... wait. Kleptomaniac? It's not kleptomaniac. Nymphomaniac. That's it. Nympho- ... what the hell is going here? It's not klepto, it's not nympho. It's ... dang it ... I can't think what ... whataminute! I got it! PYROMANIAC! P-Y-R-O-M-A-N-I-A-C. Right! I'm a bit of a PYRO-maniac because I love fire. I don't like setting things on fire, mind you, (except for a pyramid of Kingsford briquettes!) but I'm fascinated by the sight of "all things ablaze!" Alan was just staring out the window and I looked where he was looking. Some dude across the street had a torch and he was dicking around with roof tar. Spittin' fire, burnin' tar, outside, beautiful morning – what a life! I sure would like a job that had somethin' to do with fire other than corny names for special effects software from Canada. I would love it if we could have a fire in a 55 gallon oil barrel and have it out by the coffee machine. Think about it: Wake up, ride to work, get a coffee and stand around the flaming barrel jawing with coworkers. Sounds pretty sweet. The only thing better would be: Sleep in, stay home, drink a pot of coffee and do nothing until you're damn good and ready. And when you're damn good and ready, why not go here tonight:
Attic Club
3336 24th St, San Francisco, CA 94110
(415) 643-3376
No news this week. So quiet. What are y'all up to?
TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Cooperation Contest. This will be difficult to win because no one cares to cooperate these days. Teams of at least two.
TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: It's December 7th, so guess what's going to be reenacted? You're right! December 7th, 1987: Mikhail Gorbachev arrives in United States for summit with Ronald Reagan! "Despite protests in Washington concerning Soviet human rights abuses, most Americans get swept up in "Gorbymania" as Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev arrives for his summit with President Ronald Reagan. Gorbachev and his wife, Raisa, charmed the American public and media by praising the United States and calling for closer relations between the Soviet Union and America." (Stole that description from historychannel.com) Our players: Lori K. is Gorby; Jim Rose is Reagan; Gareth is Raisa; Bishop, Chef, Jimi and Carl are human rights abuse protesters; John Metsker and Todd are Secret Service dudes; and the remaining List Members are a bunch of "Gorbymaniacs!"
TONIGHT'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Amy Shuba. Where the hell is Amy Shuba? She missed her "Honorary Founding Member" ceremony last week. The ostriches alone cost a small fortune.
Has anybody had any success with spot removers? Like that DiDi 7 crap? Lemme know 'cause I got something on my T-shirt.
Stop what you're doing tonight, grab your sexaholic-thief-firebug pals and haul ass over to the Attic Club. You'll find a bunch of folks talking about STEALING, SEX and FIRE! I know I will. See you there! bye-ee!
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