"you're killing me"
<< Jan 12, 2005 @ 01:47 >>
There's no time, so MPR topics will simply have to wait until tomorrow. There was funny business at the business though.
I went to the Chatterbox in SE with Christy tonight. They've got really rad barstaff-- great people. Their house beer is very, very tasty (although it makes absolutely no difference aside from colour whether you get the ale or lager) and not expensive. They've got quite the array of board [bored] games. Most importantly, they have Atari 2600 and NES. That's actually why I chose the place. When we arrived the video games were full, so we had a seat and got some beers and Connect Four to fill time. I'm only guessing it was a mutual sentiment, but Connect Four was a terrible choice which lasted for one fairly silent game. I don't think games facilitated the conversation we were both preferring to have. Luckily, the Atari 2600 and NES opened up at the same time, so we sat down in front of Super Mario Bros. 3. I'm sure you had to be there, but dying repeatedly on level 7-1 provided some pretty intense humour. The barstaff was definitely getting into it when they realised we were on the same level two hours later. Pretty soon, and I don't know whether is was Christy's awesome laugh or both of our exclamations of success and failure, but half the bar was involved in our game. You could see people watching and laughing from several tables, with the closest ones actually wincing out loud every time Mario came within Death's reach. My stomach really, really, really hurts from laughing. I'm talking hardcore giggling that followed me to and from the bathroom breaks.
I swore for my own sake I wasn't going to say anything more, which of course means by the time I got home I was sure I would...
So the car rolled up in front of her house. With the engine running, the moment presented itself, and I'm pretty sure I did something asinine like talk about the awkward silence itself (meta conversation is definitely a no-no) and ask something stupid like "you're lip is going to be okay right? I mean-- you just got it pierced." But with even less -- if that is possible -- even less eloquent words.
We also talked about how fuel tank gauges work, using I'd say first grade science. Really. Actually, it was pretty damn hysterical. I think the extra comedy was worth it. You have unanswered questions? Hey, it's not that kind of blog. Thank god I don't know the URL of her journal.
Anyway, it's uhhhh past 2am now. I gotta be late for MPR again tomorrow, so bedtime I guess.
Reader Comments...
January 12, 2005 @ 03:58:52
not Christy (guest)
"Jump higher! ...Don't jump so high!" Also: it really wasn't non-eloquent so much as sweet. I'm sure the gas tank conversation is going to have me busting a gut in class for weeks to come.
January 12, 2005 @ 07:27:25
sith33 (#999)
Well see, they usually have two sensors using two techniques, so that there is redundancy. The "you're out of fuel" light is usually a separate measuring device. There are a number of techniques - floats are definitely the most common, but nowadays there are some more essoteric solutions as well.
Stay away from my man Christy. He my baby daddy.
January 12, 2005 @ 10:35:01
xopl (#001)
I'm sorry Colin: I left my Heart in San Francisco. And if anybody there finds that cassette tape, I really want it back.
Hear me tonight I don't want to be
strangers at heart
January 12, 2005 @ 10:36:40
xopl (#001)
Holy god does that band suck... I had forgotten the extent of their suckage. I totally would have picked a better band to work into a joke if I had known better.
January 12, 2005 @ 10:38:06
xopl (#001)
I like your shoes. Give them to me.
You're banned for a year.
I don't even want them now.
January 12, 2005 @ 13:03:27
sith33 (#999)
What the devil?
I still want mongolian too. You can bring the girl if that's what it takes..
January 12, 2005 @ 15:06:11
74 (#074)
why are you quoting non-obscure web comics, why not quote spells and whistles or something only blonde weiners with glasses would read?
January 12, 2005 @ 17:38:04
xopl (#001)
I need glasses but don't wear glasses. And I really, really loved that strip, that's why.