My former co-worker and friend Peter had people over to his roof-top patio on top of his apartment building over in St. Paul. It was a dinner gathering kind of thing, with really good free food provided by Peter and Susan, and the view from the roof-top patio was even better than the view featured in the invitation. Well, that photo is the view from the roof, but it is better in person. The sun set immediately behind downtown which was awesome. There were a few shooting stars, and there were also commercial fireworks in the distance.
Former co-workers Karl and Steve both showed up as well. It was really good to see them. I miss benefitting from the general hilarity and creativity that these three exude. Steve was sporting a huge beard. I told him he just needed some aviators and a hoodie to pull off Unibomber-Chic. He said he was wearing a hoodie a lot lately. I had the aviators already on hand. Steve wants to pass a free lance project onto me that seems cool enough. A previous Radio K webmaster also tried to get me hooked up with some free lance work helping a St. Paul vintage clothing store. Either and/or both would be excellent. Karl had this belt buckle from Canal St in NYC that was a full five inch scrolling blue LED marquee that you could program. He had his website URL scrolling across just above his crotch. I need one of those. A marqee belt buckle that is, not a Karl's crotch. Karl brought his girl Swan, and I gave her shit about her Gola trainers because I think that Gola makes the most uncomfortable shoes in the world. Steve brought his girl Libbey, who I happened to know was really an Elizabeth, seeing as I have previous experience with a Libbey of my own.
The food was all very good. They had tasty mango salsa, though Amrish's mom's is better. Peter made a really good meat burger, despite himself being a vegetarian.
I pimped out the city and it's underworld to this girl Mary who was from St. Louis via Chicago who had just moved up to Minneapolis. She studied in London the semester after I was there.
Later in the night these two other girls showed up. Well, one of them was a transgender male so she was actually a he, but you'd never be able to tell. After that the conversation got a bit esoteric. More than a bit, really.
Kingdom of Loathing is really, very addictive. I dig the cooking / cocktail making / meat smithing / meat pasting aspect where you get to make things. And then you've got the quests and exploration. Last but certainly not least you have the humour. Like the statue in the temple that says, "IT PUTS THE MEAT IN THE BASKET." That's my favourite part of Silence of the Lambs to lampoon.
yeah, and everyone else's favorite too
I'm hijacking this comment there. With the semester beginning shortly, I'd like to hear everyone's advice on chatting up girls! Have at it!
There was a bona fide puppet show in the lawn of my favourite neighborhood house today. Twenty plus kids and clowns.
not advice4sith (guest)
Rippy the Razor says, it's down the block, not across the street!
Heh, so I should kill myself rather than chat up girls? Fantastic.
I really should turn off anonymous posting. Or start showing IPs.
If you're nervous about talking to a girl, play it off by asking her questions about herself. Most girls prefer a boy who will listen to a boy who can talk, and that way you can hedge your bets a bit and find out if she's someone who would interest you before you have to try to interest her in you.
That said, the first thing you should say to a girl you want to talk to is this: "Hi, I'm sith, what's your name?" and not "this is my first time", etc (most online forums will teach you that n00bs are not treated very nicely, especially those who announce it in an effort to win pity) If she's nice, then continue with finding out about her. If she's not very receptive, wish her a good day and exit at your earliest opportunity. Don't blame yourself; she might have a boyfriend, she might be having a bad day, or she might just be a little nervous about talking to a strange boy. And even if she is abrasive because she doesn't want to talk to you, the next girl might really want to talk to you, and you'll sabotage yourself by dwelling on what you may or may not have done wrong. Oh, and just because she's nice doesn't mean she's interested, find out common interests before trying to get a number. I know it sounds complicated, but it gets easier. Sorry I don't know of some magic fairy dust or a special cologne.
And also, don't get down if you don't get a date the first, or even the fifth, time. Salesmen only make their sales 5% of the time, and it's a little crass, but that's a lot of male-female interaction: selling yourself. And the ones who win every time aren't the kind of guy you want to be, anyway.
This has been the christymonster's tutorial on how to meet women.
Big A Little A Bouncing B
Now that's a little Crass.
By the way, thanks Christy!
I haven't the slightest idea what you just said, but you're welcome. :)
Crass. Band from the UK (1977ish). Responsible for the genre of music known as, appropriately enough, crass music. Like, for example, rudimentary peni. Sort of punk derivative. They had a song that went "Big A Little A Bouncing B, The system might have got you but it won't get me ..."
So hence you said "and it's a little crass" and instead I provided "a little Crass."
RIGHT! I *knew* there was something in the way you had capitalized Crass. Still an absolutely dirty trick, though.
Frankly, if knowledge of 70s london punk doesn't getting the ladies, nothing will. Right?
For once sith, I agree 100%.
Eh, you're all nuts.
Dear Zach: make more posts like this.
I'd be more inclined if it wasn't for the certain unalienable death.