th universal symbol

[lostcosmonaut]

sort of lame to update about last week-end on th verge of this week-end, but th days sort of get away from me these days.

7 MAY 2004 FRIDAYCame this close to having a Greek manwhore over to my apartment to service a fren of mine. S.H. did all of th telephonic heavy lifting, over speakerphone, asking penetrating Qs such as "And what does he do,

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knights in shining armor over long time ago

[odobenidae]

For my 33rd comment, here are some fucking overs!

216. Yuji Okumoto over Ralph Macchio. With "Glory of Love" playing for the 9th consecutive time in my ears, this came right to mind. There's no fucking WAY Daniel would have stood a chance against Chozen! I could play with drums all fucking DECADE, and I still couldn't snuff that motherfucker's candle. Hey, "Glory of Love" repetition number fucking 10! This song whips the fuck out of "Stay the Night."

217. All-time fire over half-court dunk on NBA Jam. I had another over here, but disliked it and erased it. Yeah man, what the fuck are you going to do with your fancy dunk when I can fucking goal-tend it without penalty! All scoring is controlled by me! This might relate to an earlier over, but no one's going back and checking my old lists. Put the fucking work in, I say! I wrote this over last of all and took a phone call, so I'm on #14. Time frame is all fucked up! Love, Andy. Here's where the P.S. would go if ever wrote any!

218. The end credits version of "Glory of Love" over the rest of the limp soundtrack. I should've made a whole 33 from this fucking song! Here's #11! I want a DJ Screw version! Fi-i-i-i-ight for your ho-o-o-onor...

219. Disassembling & reassembling over risking it. Goddamn it, you take so much thinking about how you can short-change it, yo, just fucking TAKE IT APART and move it separately! This over pertains to everything enormous and difficult to move. Just fucking DO it already, stop thinking! Look at me, I'm at the top of the goddamn stairs slow-dancing with my broads to Peter C! Look at you still deciding! It stone cold fucking sucks down there!

sabotaging one's writing

[odobenidae]

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Re: no re:s allowed

[odobenidae]

220. Valley of the Damned over Sonic Firestorm. I don't know if anyone agrees, and I don't care. It's just an opinion! But I say the first DragonForce album is better the new one. Fewer keyboards, better drumming, better SONGS, less shitty power ballad. And rest assured, they're both shitty. They can skip that trash as far as I'm concerned! Again, personal opinion, not an attack on undisputed mza excellence! But just because they're DragonForce doesn't make that slow tripe any good, I say! Sonic Firestorm slows down the energy far too much. If I wanted to listen to fucking Rush, I would, so speed it up! I go to DragonForce for that fucking grawwwww factor, not to be pelted with tinkly little keyboards. Plus, the first album has "Evening Star," which I say is their best song. This is my longest over yet! No one but me is paying any attention! The implosion of my Lj life begins now.

34 over uh

[odobenidae]

221. Thurman Thomas over Roger Craig. I'm just throwing this in to get your ire up. But I still say it's true! 1,000/1,000 season my fucking BEHIND, what's it matter when you can't bull-rush your way through a fucking line! Fucker can high-step with his kneecaps over his HEAD and he still couldn't thunk Thurman in a brawl! Too bad the Bills and Niners never faced off in Super Bowl, because #34 would've blown the fucking yardage doors off! In truth, this theory sucks because the double-B have not historically played their finest in The Show. Plus, Montana passed circles around Shotgun Jim. But who signed my stuffed walrus here? Do I see the faint tail of Steve Young's overly extended lowercase G peeking out of this picture? No, no, I do not!

i am glad at least one of my number thirty threes got th ring

[lostcosmonaut]

no way, man. His high-stepping running style may have left something to be desired, in a practical sense, but it was a style that had STYLE. It and his meticulously sculpted physique were also PERFECT for th city in which he spent most of his pro career: perfectly gay. Sure, his numbers dropped off toward th end; he was no durable, long-distance Abdul-Jabbar. That kind of flash is not meant to last more than a few years, but what years they were! In his prime, he was an endless throbbing headache to linebackers th world over. Guy could catch a ball, too: no back ever fit into his team's offensive machinery more seamlessly than this guy. As for breaking through th line on short-yardage situations? Th Craigstar could (and did) do it, but why? THAT'S WHAT RATHMAN WAS FOR. Don't even get me started on Rathman.--mza.

P.S. thanks. This brought back zome gud memories, this fine a.m.

four straight losses and counting! was the crux of my flawed braggadocio in 1994

[odobenidae]

You support your R.C. arguments well, sabe! I'm still holding true to my over, but I agree that Raj had flair. And fucking Rathman, man, that guy was a monster at the line-chugging gig! Larry Kinnebrew did the same for the Bills (I thinik he averaged 2 yards per carry one season), but Tom B. could actually RUN, as opposed to ROLL. Eek, I just found out that, in 1992, the Brew was "indicted in Cincinnati on two charges of rape. Charges were later dismissed after two jury trials ended in hung juries."

Someday I'll get the classic sports channel on a satellite something-or-other, don't doubt due to vagueness, it'll happen, and we'll watch the Niners trounce Elway 55-10!

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[odobenidae]

Motherfucking Mario, it sure was fucking boss to chat with you yesterday, albeit for a brief moment! How I miss your wily ways! Not that that comment means anything, because it doesn't, really. Are these Kamehameha Day posts being routed into a separate folder? I'm saying they should dump into a cloud of dopeness just hanging in the air for all to enjoy, because I've lofty aspirations. You wait and see!

I wrote "losty" just now and changed it, but briefly considered writing something about a child and his imaginary friend "Losty" (you know how little kids have jackass nicknames for things), then thought better of it. I need more cross-posting! Maybe I'll start delving into things from my past. Here's an old guestbook signing:

Wow, another Andy interested in photography, albeit a more sophisticated strain. If you might like to see my stuffed walrus' travels, check out the included link!

Man, that's fucking DULL. Let's try again:

Goodness, there are certainly a lot of Hornell natives in this guestbook! My walrus page at http://www.picturetrail.com/allison5000 begins and ends in the lovely city. Hornell is my hometown as well, and my parents almost bought the old Pullman house on Main Street. In fact, we found an Easter basket there (labeled "Billy") many years ago! I also hear Bill was once an expert ping pong player, and I'd like to challenge him to a game when he's back in town someday. Delightful website!

Eh, slightly better. Where are my Lane Bryant ChickChat posts? They're not even on Google any longer! Shucks I say.

a*t 34

[odobenidae]

Nice and Smooth! Here's a collection of letters featuring your name's elements: AIMRoiraroAMRaMRmOARimArAmr. Hey jack, I'm so sorry I didn't get a chance to return your call last night! I got home mighty late again, dig, and I still don't know when is too late to call back. I mean, my schedule is once again crazy fucked up, so I'm flexible. I'm in the recent habit of crashing after dinner, waking at 1:00 in the morning and staying up till Ice-T 6. Bad stuff! Unhealthiness permeates! But, I am going to try to come to AMN tonight because catching up on sleep is advantageous. I've worn matching socks for the occasion! Going computer shopping this weekend, I think, it's sure about fucking time. N gave me her old PC, as you probably know (did I tell you?), but it's a little old and slow for my purposes, as it was for hers. So, decision made, I think it's been coming. You can shove your cell phone up 104 people's asses if you want, though, I'm still not joining the goddamn club! Computers have DVD players these days, don't they? I'm not looking for 1.21 gigawatts of power or anything, just enough to fuel my Cali obsession. Oh, it's reaching such a lovely place, Mario. Lovely and frustrating and constantly surprising and only painful in a what-the-fuck-am-I-doing-in-VA way. Or she so far away, and our Kansan plans are half-baked, and it's just the TIME factor at this point, you know? Of course you do. Hope to see you tonight, man! By the way, I don't have that Marvin Gaye CD, but I sure want it. I love Motown artists' album tracks, and they often get lost in their greatest-hits shuffles. That's oftentimes the kind of stuff that resonates most, you know, great, long-forgotten songs that haven't been overplayed by oldies stations. Good find!

Re: a*t 44

[odobenidae]

These numbers would look terrible together written out, because I'm dissatisfied with that particular digit lately. Anyhow. Word, {{m}}! This has been such a quiet, lazy weekend. It's a little after midnight and I've only been awake for eight hours. Macaroni, SURVIVOR, letter to Erin, Erin herself on the phone, Lj activity with Erin. I'm unconcerned with notions that we're overdoing it; were we remotely close physically, well, we'd be together anyway, I say. Hmmm, this sure is my first Swedish missive in a while, and I don't have much to say. For once! Writing for its sake! Mario, I haven't heard from you in a coon's age, and it's all my fault. I want food and milkshakes and conversation with my pal, I do. Are you keeping the same hours these days? I knew of your schedule a month or two ago, yup yup. Let's see, what else do people write when they're writing for the sake of it? Activities in their dull days? I can do that! Such as, well, currently I've made my monitor's print fucking microscopic just for fun. And, so, yeah, I was watching INSIDE TRL earlier, which I'd purchased from the Falls Church CDC for its boy band performances. There were 98 Degrees and 5ive songs featured and, though those groups fairly suck, I think they look great when they MOVE. I like choreography, I guess. I want to feel as cool moving around as they seem to while making girls cry. Ill-fitting clothes and a lame soundtrack, you know, but what do they care? Confidence out the fucking spine! That must feel amazing.

my bet

[lostcosmonaut]

i bet you're more confident now than you were @ any point previous. Time to throw some boy band moves into yr repertoire, don't you think, aso.--mza.

a*t 47

[odobenidae]

Funky MJs Plus One More! GOod efternnon (WHOA, I like both those typos and am keeping them), |=|=|! What a little building that is. Anyway, I thought I'd write quickly and wish you some Happy fucking Holidays in case I didn't hear from you today! Did you see that fucking downpour a minute ago?! Weather like that makes me grab my umbrella! So I did, and got fucking drenched within seconds. Nice and cold, though, felt groovy. My walk turned into a little adventure! So word, the rain came down like fucking madness, and the wind was so strong I snapped my pretty yellow umbrella. Shucks! Then I called Erin from a pay phone, of course, and went walking down by the waterfront. I stopped and said hello to my carved friend frog, which I do each time I walk by. (If you go to Cantina Marina, make sure you touch his belly! He's so happy.) Usually I watch the swirling patterns of rain on the channel, but the rain died down after a short while. So I kept walking and saw a sign for the Southwest Heritage Trail, and learned that a nearby house was constructed in 1794 and has some dope history. I love little monuments! DC is good for small memorials, as you know. So on the way back to work, I passed the Lobster Man. The Lobster Man is a small monument constructed to pay homage to the seafaring men in New England. I think! I do know that Girl Scouts raised funds for the Lobster Man back in the 1930s. He might actually be a Crab Man, but I like the word "lobster" ('lobster') better. I also heard Christmas music coming from the Odyssey, that big, flat boat that passes under the DC bridges. Nat King Cole never sounds so fucking creepy! Weird echoes, yo, it was like something out of THE SHINING. Umm, yup, so that's what happened. Oh, and I kind of chanted "rain umbrella frog Nat house lobster" in my head so I wouldn't forget the details. Yes! A worthy endeavor!

i d link to a my review of it but el jay am down in some sectors

[lostcosmonaut]

my most favourite pay phone scene ever appears in Punch-Drunk Love (PTA, 2002, 8.0 stars out of 10).--mza.

"whole room full of people who hate her," ha ha

[odobenidae]

Hey hey, Mr. A! Sorry we didn't get a chance to hang more on Friday evening. We did indeed head to Cleveland for a slobbering, but Ergo had to leave and pick someone up somewhere. Did you head back over? We left shortly afterwards, not wishing to impose. Erin sure had a swell time meeting you and said as much!

thank you for your counsel

[lostcosmonaut]

i never made it over to Eran's that night, but, yeah, dinner was real entertaining and nice, we'll do it again when th Flavors slackers get off their lazy Saturday morning asses.--mza.

we make lots of Flavors plans

[odobenidae]

You may have already seen this Pokemon kid...

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1976314898516214440

...but it was the first time I'd seen him myself. Kid's got spunk!

missed BB last night

[odobenidae]

OUCH. I've been sitting here reading an issue of Fortune, minding my own business, just keeping my head down here at my desk. In the meantime, various co-workers have been scurrying in front of and behind me. We have a small office, see, so there are shelves right behind me.

So I finish reading, finally look up, and notice that big, familiar red screen that says odobenidae's friends sitting right there for everyone to see! I sure have been trying to keep all this a secret for the last three years, and there's no way these inquisitive minds could've missed the signpost this time. Hmmm, where to go from here?

I suppose people might've known before, but now they KNOW. Not sure, not sure.