YSaC, Vol. 826: Dial it up.
2010 October 21
Will buy your Partially Used Mens DEODERANT!!!! – $10
If you have deoderant that you’ve been using but don’t want anymore, I’ll buy what’s left of the stick! I’ll pay $10. Serious offer.
The mind boggles. Is there some new method of manufacturing meth that uses aluminum chlorohydrate? Is there a national deodorant shortage? Has there been a recently discovered method for cloning someone based on the DNA left on their deodorant? If so, I’d like to buy Isaiah Mustafa’s used deodorant. Or maybe Ewan McGregor’s. Or Jason Bateman’s.
I’ll be in my bunk.
Thanks for the weirdness, Amanda!
Um… ew.
I mean sure, buying partially used deodorant is gross, sure. But being desperate enough that you’re willing to pay $10 per used stick? It just makes me feel squicky thinking what must breed that kind of
perspirationdespiration..I gotta go brush my teeth.
Wanna sell your toothbrush when you’re done?
I want the leftover toothpaste! Seriously, I have a whole bag of OBO’s to pay you with.
Wow … You would think with such an oddly specific fetish Sparky could at least spell deodorant right.
Also, Ewwww.
Right? Even Taco got that one.
Actually…
Let’s just say it’s a good thing the edit’s turned back on. I got here early enough to see the pre-edited version of Taco’s comment.
*Nya*
Maybe that’s the scam. Sparky has an insatiable pitt fetish, but no money to suport his habit. By offering a ridiculous sum for deoderant, he won’t have to pay when you send him deodorant.
This is where my dollar store plan is genius, the dollar store has to have deoderant.
In the tradition of Andy Warhol our budding artist, Sparky, is going to spread the used Speed Stik around a blank canvas and then piss on it.
Sigh…sadly, he’ll probably make a bazillion bucks.
But, will they be hanging from the swingset?
Only until they’re dry, Taco, then they’ll be for sale on craigslist.
Maybe this is part of some underfunded graduate student’s pheromone research?
If he was underfunded, you think he’s be asking less money than a brand new stick of deoderant, or at least as much as a new stick would cost. Nope, he’s offering about 3x the worth of deoderant.
Unfortunately, I don’t think we can extend him that particular benefit of the doubt.
Curses! I spelled deodorant wrong… twice.
Just like Sparky!
Hey, wait a minute…
Sparky is also offering the money, not asking it. Unless you meant he questions the cash before giving it to the deodorant donor.
The idea that Sparky plays god cop-bad cop with his folding money adds yet another layer of weird to this for me.
This weekend on Syfy. God-cop versus Robocop! Who will win? The paradigm of godliness, infused into the body of a long-dead cop? Or a police officer, mercilessly tortured and killed by criminals, covered in expensive robotic weaponry and armor? Tune in, and find out!
Damn, I can’t even blame the no-editing thing for that one.
This ad is the pits…
Maybe it’s the Jolie-Pitts! With all those kids, and all those underarms, and all the nannies and governesses, and all the money going out to help orphans everywhere, then it still doesn’t make sense why the poster offers money three times the going rate. Never mind. As you were. I blame the fever.
Wasn’t there a thing back when Brad Pitt was dating Gwyneth Paltrow (sp?) that he didn’t bathe at all, let alone regularly?
It wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t enough by half. By a quarter, even. Bork needed more deodorant, much, much more, but he had already bought everything every shop and distributor had for dozens of miles in every direction and the earliest anyone was going to get any more in stock was three days. He had less than one.
Bork posted frantically on every on-line resource he could find looking for more deodorant. It didn’t even matter if it was used, he didn’t care. He’d pay double — triple the retail price even for a half-empty one. Solid, gel, aerosol, it didn’t matter. He just needed it, and he needed it now, and nobody was responding. Why? Why, why, why, why? Who wouldn’t jump at the chance to make a quick sawbuck like that? They could turn around and buy three more for that! When the stores restocked, anyway.
Bork called his relatives, but nobody could spare any. He hit up every one of his friends. Well, friend. Ex-friend, because Frump wouldn’t part with his, either, despite pleas that this was literally a life-or-death situation. Well, Frump could go jump in a lake of flaming prunes for all he cared, nothing mattered anymore except this, and he only had–
Bork glanced over at the clock. Three o’clock. Three o’clock on the dot. He looked over at his pile of deodorant. It just wasn’t enough. Not enough by half. Back at the clock. Still three o’clock. The slowly building whoosh and growing light confirmed. He’s here. Oh God, he’s here.
Bork whipped around in his swivel chair in time to see the plumes of foul, hissing smoke billowing outward, backlit by an intensifying orange, now yellow, now white light that he knew God neither had nor wanted anything to do with. The room was bathed in blinding light shadowed only by the smoke that now surrounded everything, saturating in the air.
It took several anxious minutes before the smoke cleared enough for Bork to see who he knew would be there. Who he didn’t want to see there. Because he knew this was it. This was the end. He didn’t have enough and he was going to die, now. The look of anger in the demon’s eyes told him so.
The demon. Slaptimus, he called himself. Lord of the Pits. He had a tanned complexion, well-defined and rippled abs, prominent pecs, and was generally well-muscled all over. His face was even handsome, looking a great deal like like a younger Clint Eastwood from his spaghetti western days. In fact, he wouldn’t have looked at all out of the ordinary if it weren’t for the eight sets of arms. Eight. Sets. Sixteen arms enclosing sixteen armpits. Not enough, not by half. He needed more, much, much more, but he didn’t have more. A wind began to stir as Slaptimus raised his arms.
Bork screamed.
You had me at “Bork”, but I was completely gone by “Slaptimus”….
Holy shit.
*wipes tears from eyes, and water from desk*
Holy.shit.
*Whacks Minefield with a hefty door*
So… will this be your premise for NaNoWriMo this year?
Ah, well. I was going to submit an “I Love Lucy” sketch, but what’s the use after such as this. Mastery, my friend. I give you a high forty.
I love you, Smileydog.
I am now another victim of a Mindfield-inspired nasal irrigation. Have another door, eerily-smiling puppy.
I had to wait until I was away from my desk to read this. Glad I did, only a few birds and a squirrel think I’m crazy. Well done, as always.
Nicely done Mindfield. Shades of Harlan Ellison in that one………….
Yay for Harlan Ellison!
*Grumbles, Doggone professional Snarkers showing off again*
*Takes my lousy amateur snark and tucks it in my chester drawers*
Meh
*Takes a nap*
You seem to be channeling Grampdaddy there Hammy.
I omitted a comma on purpose.
I would give this infinity adores if I could. Marvelous!!
Is that Slaptimus Prime?
Glad I could bring a little malodorous mirth today. 🙂 (I’m wearing deodorant, I promise. It smells like rainbows and porpoises.)
@TacoMagic: I totally forgot it was almost NaNoWriMo time again. I haven’t been able to participate for one reason or another from year to year, though I’d really like to. Maybe I might give it a go between my other commitments this year. If not, there’s always the Bulwer-Lytton contest next year. I haven’t won yet, but I’m sure I’ll snag it one of these years. It’s much easier, and I’m sure I’m just as bad as some of those winners…
@CoffDrop: Thanks for the comparison — that’s quite a compliment, though Harlan might disagree. 😀
@Tankerbell: Indeed it is! I’m working with Michael Bay on a movie adaptation tentatively titled “Glandformers.” At least, he told me he was Michael Bay.
Mindfield, as read by the Swedish Chef.
I was wondering if someone would latch on to my nod to His Muppety Chefness. I wasn’t expecting it to be run through the Borkolator/Dialectizer though. I love how the story changes at the end where he screams his own name. It adds a lovely sense of pathos and foreshadowing of a chicken being chased frantically around a kitchen.
I was sort of picturing the demon as beaker dressed up in a Vishnu costume.
From now on I shall curse people with “I shall send Slaptimus King of the Pits to you and he will fling you in a lake of flaming prunes”
* kneels down* Mindfield, we are not worthy.
If you wish to acquire droplets of man sweat, I can think of cheaper ways.
Hmm, I need to go Wiki (but will not, have a job interview in an hour)–But, does the Oder River run near Hungary?
If a stick exists that can de-river a river, there’s that toxic sludge that needs cleaning up. Would be more than worth the $10 each, too.
And, like as not, a new, fresh, scent, too.
(Really hoping that this is, in fact, not some eastern European kludge for toxic sludge as much as I’m hoping this is not some Asian fetish scheme.)
Sorry, Cap’n, it flows through the Czech Republic, Germany, and Poland, but not Hungary.
Best of luck with the job interview.
Good luck with the interview, Cap’n!
Good luck Cap’n! Any good word yet?
Seemed to go well; only have to be better than the remaining interviewees.
Need a break, and not an arm or leg for a change.
Still have bizarro-world image of great clot of personal-care containers cofferdamming the poor Oder river. And a bunch of tourists on one of those river cruise boats all snapping pictures of the riverbed and the flopping fish . . . (which may be due to HHNF’s lament about dreams from earlier today–le sigh)
You could just arrange for the other interviewees to be suddenly unavailable, no matter the quality of their initial interview…
*insert evil laugh here*
Did not use superpowers to glean that info to prevent error by way of avarice or covetness or the like.
I always check back, if I come in less than first, to see how far back, and to who or whom. Have to know if there are PhD out there who will work for $10K less than my break-even.
..Wow. Firefly reference win. 😀
It’s not really worth it for 6 dollars and change, but if she’s buying in bulk, I’d be willing to go buy a case, open them all, give each one a quick swipe across my armpit (she didn’t specify they had to be used by a man, after all), and then sell them to her. All I’d need is a shower, afterward. I wouldn’t want to know what she plans to do with them. Can I get the contact info on this serious offer?
Your assumption of gender makes me curious. Might I ask how you came to the conclusion of “female?”
It was ringing as “male” for me, so actually any and all viewpoints on apparent gender would be an interesting discussion.
For me I likened this to a foot fetish, which I usually associate as a male fetish (whether or not it actually is).
I always use the feminine pronouns as my gender-neutral pronouns. No exclusion is intended (that’s what “they” always say), although I tend to feel a little vengeful while I’m doing it.
On the more interesting topic of whether this Sparky is actually a man or a woman, I actually couldn’t even begin to guess. The whole ad just completely baffles me. I could see it being either a man or a woman with a weird man sweat on man deodorant fetish, I suppose. And even though you’d think a man would have access to his own used deodorant, it might be that he needs someone else’s sweat on it to do, well, whatever it is he wants it to do.
The concept of rubbing used deodorant on naughty bits, of either gender, is making me think about skipping lunch.
Oh, ewww. Fortunately, I have a few hours until lunch. I’m going to go get in the bath and focus on clearing my mind.
If it’s sexual, my understanding is that men are significantly more prone to fetishism/paraphilia, so assuming this is a male poster has some basis in statistical observations.
(Please don’t ask how I know that; I read it recently but can’t remember where. We do some … interesting research from time to time. Yeah, that’s the reason.)
Even if the deodorant is for some weird kinky naughty-bits rubbing, that’s ten bucks for a single use. Once the top layer is removed, Sparky’s … detritus will replace the original owner’s. Unless it’s just the fact that the deodorant once belonged to a random stranger who answered a CraigsList ad that’s the exciting part, which requires more in-depth thought than I wish to devote to the subject.
I’m going to suppose the the statistical data supports men being more likely to rub bacteria laden crap on their junk has to do with the fact that women are ten times more likely to catch something nasty and smart enough to realize this.
I’m going to go pretend I didn’t read and reply to this thread.
*Thinks about unicorns and kitties farting rainbows and candy.*
Stephnae stole my idea. I was going to buy up the dollar store’s stock and make a 900% profit.
You improved on it! Now, why didn’t I think of the dollar store?
drmk, or dan, please give me the contact number for this person. I want to make a profit.
Christina’s plan:
1. Buy cheap men’s deo
2. Use each stick briefly
3. Offload to Sparky
4. Profit!!!!!
5. What Sparky needs them for: ???????????
Remind’s me of Umbella Corp’s business plan I mentioned the other day.
1. Develop zombie virus.
2. Create zombies.
3. ???????
4. Profit.
NMN…
3. Develop zombie vaccine
The zombies aren’t going to pay for the vaccine, the people would be all dead, and the government would rather wipe the zombies out, probably with napalm.
If it were me I’d develop the vaccine first, then the virus. Then you could avoid the hazards of having a “little accident” causing your research team to consume each other’s tasty college-educated brains instead of finding a cure for the hell-spawned plague they have unleashed upon the world.
But that’s just me.
sj, you can’t develop a vaccine until you develop the virus. There’s a scienceriffic answer as to why, but I’m not going to give it.
I’ll take a shot at it. You need a virus in the first place in order to create a vaccine. A vaccine is composed of just enough of a virus that, when injected into you, your immune system will fight it off and grow resistant to it. Without any such virus, you can’t create a vaccine.
Pffft to science then. It’s like science wants everyone to turn into a zombie, what with all it’s “rules” and “procedures” and “scientific method”.
(I knew that, really I did. Honest.)
Wait… if the people are all dead or zombies, who is “the government”?
Zombie government. Taxes will be paid in brains and there will be a new Cabinet member, the Secretary of Brains, whose Department of Brains will oversee the removal of brains from hard-working citizens who can’t pay their brain-taxes.
So pretty much like it is now, but more brain-based.
(Edit: If you type the word “brains” enough times, it starts to look weird. Brains. Brains. Brains.)
Lola, for step 2, I was thinking I would glide them across the backside of my stinkiest dog right before bath time, so as to give them the requisite look of being used by a man.
Christina, I kind of threw up a little in my mouth when I read that, but, you know, in a nice way. 8)
Heeeeey!!! I
resembleresent that remark!!!Well feeling not am I. Stuffy all head’s. Information contact need. *deodorant Chthulhu’s eyes*
Did Yoda go and get all possessive on you while you slept, Windy?
I hate when that happens.
Has Yoda fever she does. Worry not. Only 24 hours it lasts.
Wow, deodorant in his eyes? What’d he do, give you that case of Yoda Fever?
I have cabin fever. Unfortunately, that is not being cured very quickly. SAVE ME!!
Windy, maybe we can swap?
I hope you didn’t catch my fever!
That’s a possibility. Did Windy buy your used deoderant, Silva?
I think this is my own, personal fever. Fresh out of the box, minty condition. Complete with loopy dreams and semi-hallucinations. I’m sure I’ll be better in the morning, Aunt Kate. Did the milkman leave the cream for the custard?
Yes, but he left it across the street at Strawberry Fields.
Poor Windrose! I know how to clear a stuffy head! Boil some water, put it in a bowl. Grab a towel. Take the bowl of water and the towel down to the local car enthusiast hang out. Find an Integra. Pour the boiled water over da minty shell. Throw the towel over your head and breath in the minty vapor.
May I suggest a Netti Pot for those stuffy sinuses. It really works……
Or, have somebody get you some Belgian chocolate. Speedy recovery Windrose
Many tanks, CD. I know Netti Pots are wonderful. I use a saline spray for convenience. I used to be a victim of bronchitis wavering on the edge of asthma for my whole life. Then I was informed by a doctor to use the spray instead, and now I almost never get a full blown cold, even. But when I sit up worrying half the night, I tend to feel lousy in the morning. I so appreciate you (plural) for your kindness and caring.
Sure, I guess. Sparky/les can havemy used deodorant. I’ll even sell him/her Mr. Tank’s used stick. What the heck, for ten bucks he/she can do whatever in the privacy of his/her own trailer.
But I insist the transaction must occur in an underground parking garage and we both have to wear trench coats and fedoras.
And, yeah, Wayne Cobb quote FTW!
Um, Andie? Mr. Tank has no objection to you selling his used stick?
Don’t see why Mr. Tank would mind. I know my ex was willing to peddle his stick all over town.
Maybe he doesn’t use it anymore.
Good point. Since Mr. Tank and I are both currently using his stick (well, not right now currently, but …)
I meant his speed stick. Wait… that came out wrong.
His stick of solid deodorant.
Currently? Or concurrently?
Um, Andie? Did you mean Jayne Cobb? The Man Called Jayne, as it were.
Scroll down just a little further, Windy.
Fever. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Step away from the thermometer.
I have a bowl of chicken noodle soup, no Pam, if you want it. No, seriously, I’m eating chicken noodle soup right now.
Oh wait! I had an epiphany in the bath! (Sometimes that happens even when I’m not worrying my wormwood.) So, admit it, drmk and dan—this is the same Sparky as yesterday, isn’t it? The one who’s trying to develop an economic system based on B/O?
Umm… Stephanae? LOT of flower flogging talk. Everything OK?
***Whispers***
Oh, and drmk* and dan** are feeling bee-less. Can you remedy that?
*Beesapoppin’
**Bees-l-bub
Thanks for correcting my bee faux pas, Smedley.
And oh yes, everything is ok!
Jayne. Jayne Cobb. Effing blackberry.
That would be An object of color-berry’.
Still, isn’t a reason for it not to work right.
Wait, that’s still not p.c. …. go on without me, I’ll figure this out.
LL, I suppose you know you have a phone call …
OMG, YSaC invaded real life again today. One of my coworkers made a mildly off-color comment and my immediate reaction was to blurt out, “[coworker], Al Sharpton’s on line one for you.” For the first time, I got a chuckle instead of a blank stare.
I love, love, love phone calls!!
I might have scared the poor HR rep that called today to check on me. I was trying desperately to keep her on the phone. So, of course, now she knows all about my life, my husband’s illness, the kiddo’s school grades, every detail of all doctor visits for the last two weeks and excruciating detail of my surgery. I’m very sure that she’s my b.f.f.
I wish I could remember her name though….
Just post your number on CL, you’ll get plenty phone calls…
Now I axe you. What kind of brut writes an ad like this? To what degree of uncouthness will man reach? It’s crystal clear to me we need to ban this kind of ad. Cragislist is becoming an arrid wasteland. A once secret fetish is now thrown in our faces like a handful of old spice. I’d like to take my arm and hammer this guy, no matter what kind of a dove I usually am.
Old spice? I didn’t know Dune was a real planet. Sandworm, please!
Oh, I’m sorry, Arakkis. I think it was Arakkis. It’s been a few years.
Yeah, Arrakis is just a star system away from Tattoine and Cardassia.
Kim Cardassia?
I thought that was a black hole.
You know, there probably is slash fiction that is composed of that. Star Wars plus Dune. I’m not going to look it up though. I have better things to do* than look up slash fiction.
*Not actually true.
Luke and Paul. I like slash with Biblical overtones.
We have just broke rule 34! I have found Star Wars/Dune crossover fanfiction, but not slash! What is the internet coming to that these two main characters of science fiction stories are not being described having gay sex!?
I’d write something for you Stewie, but I’ve never read or seen Dune*
*yes, I know I’m a bad sci-fi/fantasy lit geek and I will go to my portal.
Update: I have found Usagi (aka Serena from Sailor Moon) and Paul Atreides, and Ranma (another anime character who turns from a guy to a girl when wet because of some cursed springs) and Paul Atreides.
Even with these exceedingly disturbing finds, I continue my search.
[Sailor Moon ot] I prefer Usagi to Serena for her “earthly” name because it means Bunny which makes her appearing as a bunny in the manga and anime asides make infinitely more sense. Plus the name fits the character’s personality better. She is anything but serene. Also, I find ridiculous some of the changes that are made when an anime is imported and I made an extremely dangerous (if you use alcoholic drinks instead of the non-alcoholic I prefer) drinking game in which you must drink every time the dubbed version of an anime differs from the subtitles. [/ot]
Don’t worry Kelli, I’ve never read or watched Dune either, but I read the entire Ranma 1/2 series, which didn’t finish here in the states until I was in my 30s and well past my anime years.
I really suggest you read Dune (and perhaps the second novel, Children of Dune, maybe? I forget, I lost the book before I finished it) because it is just so well written. It is very politically and religiously grounded, and it will currently draw a lot of parallels to the Muslim world.
As for ‘watching’ it, I don’t suggest any of the movie adaptations. There was one more recent mini series that was okay, but its a hard book to make into any form of visual media. Though, there is one old movie that has Sting in it that I found really hilarious, and you might too if you’re into bad movies.
SLASH UPDATE: I have failed, but there is a mature rated Dr. Who/Dune fanfic. I would have to make a log in to see it, though, since it is mature. I’m not sure if it is worth the effort, though…
No no first you have to read The Butlerian Jihad, and subsequent books.
Is that in response to Dune or the Fanfic?
That’s in response to Dune.
“Dune” is one of the first movies I got after the divorce proceedings started. I really like that movie. I also went and got the “Predator” movies, so I’m not all that bad.
Is it the Sting one? Man that one is pretty strange…
I enjoy the Sting version of Dune, but I read the book first, which helped quite a bit as they left out many, many parts (too many to list).
Yes, it’s the Sting one. The soundtrack is cool, too.
The one with Sting was the Dino de Laurentis mega-production (that was really done through DlD’s daughter). Really shows signs of having been made in 1984 (after having been optioned in ’71 or so). There was a great deal of hype about them going back in with “a computer” and recoloring the eyes in Fremen blue-on-blue-on-blue (which was less-effective than hyped).
Had all sorts of folk in it, Kyle MacLachlan, Sean Young, José Ferrer, Linda Hunt, Ginny Madsen, Jürgen Prochnow, Siân Phillips, Dean Stockwell, Patrick Stewart (as Gurney Halleck, no less), Richard Jordan, and even Max von Sydow.
Real problem was that they shot about ten hours of movie, should have shot twenty, and chose a bit more than three for theatrical release. Having David Lynch direct might not have been the best plan, either. Theme music was by Toto, who probably remain happy to see the movie run on SyFy and Encore every so often–residual checks always good to get.
For really good trivia, Dan O’Bannon was slated for director, until he retreated to a nasanitarium (where his 13th script became Alien). Giger was in on early art production. Ridley Scott was next up, and bailed, to make Blade Runner instead.
About the only thing the ’84 Dune has is steampunk, and then a not very good rendition of Herbert’s high-tech antitechology.
For those keen to know, the mini-series on syFy is titled “Frank Herbert’s Dune” (2000) and has a sequel, “Frank Herbert’s Children of Dune” which encompasses both Dune Messiah and Children of Dune, the latter two of Herbert’s intended trilogy.
(Still think that Doug Adams wrote the Hitchhiker “trilogy” as a bit of tongue-in-cheek satire of Herbert’s persistence in writing Dune novels.)
Speaking of “Bladerunner”, just picked that up from the $5.00 bin at Wallyworld. I don’t care that Sean Young proved to be
“La Guano Loca”; H-h-h-hot.
***H-h-h-hot***
I tried to read it, but couldn’t get into it. For socio-political scifi I’ll stick to Octavia Butler, she has a way of taking the reader out of their comfort zone that is (in my opinion) unmatched.
I read Dune when I was about 10 or 11, and, coincidentally, had the measles or something that gave me a high fever. I loved the book. I may have mentioned that my older siblings allowed me free access to their books. 8)
Wow, scary to thing that both Sean and Kev Costner both peaked about “No Way Out” (ok, Kev, was good in Dances, FoD, and Bull Durham, even Untouchables, still . . . )
That was very suave, my goddess!
Call me!
Regards,
Robert Mitchum
A soft and dry answer turneth away wrath; it is better than the right guard in a time of danger.
Sure. Sure.
Byyyyyyyy……Mennen….!
Excellent, Innana, I have no words. You might say you have rendered me Mum.
Haha! I thought I’d drained the well dry, so to speak! Excellent.
You are on a roll on…
As Sparky would say, what is the difference between an Anti-dispursorant and a De-adoorant? Don’t sweat it!
HamCan–I’ve been waiting for you and your steel-trap-like take on life. Kiss my face.
*MMMMMWWWWAAAHHHHHH*
I guess that wasn’t the puppy kissing.
And Kiss My Face is actually the name of a deodorant.
Mmmmmm, foofooy
The snark lounge is starting to smell like Teen Spirit.
Guess we need some deodorant….
*checks the rota* Oh dear, it was Isaac’s week to clean the Snark Lounge. I do wish people would check in occasionally to take care of their chores.
Golden Lotus Update: Taco looks so natural in there. 8) Well deserved, you jelly doughnut, you!
Book Club Update: Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard, $2.07 used hardback from Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_5_23?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=pilgrim+at+tinker+creek&sprefix=pilgrim+at+tinker+creek
Let’s discuss this around December 1st, so some of us can take advantage of the Holidays to read it or listen to it on audio books. While commuting or installing baseboards. 8)
Is it against the rules to read it first?
Wait, there’s a book club? Where or who was I when this happened?
Were you me? Cause I wasn’t.
Sorry Smedley, the post didn’t appear until after I started work. I hope this makes up for it.
Thanks. At least it’s someone I recognize. No firsties tomorrow, either. Have to monitor two of my co-irkers trying to physically qualify for a shot at the title. Should be fun. One of them is 60+, and the other is #350 if he’s an ounce. I am taking my ACLS cards with me, Tank.
Tankerbell, we are supposed to read it, but that is not a condition of participation in the discussion on the first of December. I was thinking we could read it over the long Thanksgiving weekend, those of us who benefit from such.
kelli, it came up *ooooh bad choice of words* yesterday and there’s a topic in the fora.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
**points to RULES OF BOOK CLUB**
1. DON’T TALK ABOUT BOOK CLUB!
Unshelved reference ftw!
I have the Klingon “Today is a good day to read” shirt and I wear it as often as I can.
Well, wish the CHS Marching Band luck. I’m about to log out for the night, and we’re leaving for the Bands of America Regional in Towson, Maryland tomorrow. Let you all know how it went on Sunday. G’night!
Best of luck!
Good Luck!
Blow like you mean it! Um, I mean, handle that horn with love!
Maybe I’ll stick to, Good luck Astro!
Good luck to you and the CHS Marching Band. Please bring back an “interesting” Band Camp story to share with us……….
I’m right near there, come visit me!!!!!!!!!! (Not that you’ll see this until you’re back. You need to give us more warning next time.)
Making an early night of it, folks. Taco, congratulations again, Punchity Punch Punch.
G’Night, Black Mesa Research Facility!
Love a good Firefly reference.