21 November 2003 | In Passing...

21 November 2003

Submitted by eve on Sat, 11/22/2003 - 9:26am. Beautiful

"I asked for Guinness and this is obviously Lagunitas. Guinness isn't clear. Guinness isn't golden. How do you get those two confused? Can no one hear me? This is what's wrong with life. This is the way the world ends. Lagunitas for Guinesss, boom."
--A girl at Cafe du Nord, at the Mike Doughty concert

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Mike Doughty, on the other had, was pretty much everything that is right in the world. He's doing another show tonight, same venue. Even if you don't know his new stuff, he played a few of his old Soul Coughing songs. He's brilliant. He's friendly to fans after the show. He dismissed the groans and sobs that accompanied his announcement of his last song with a pithy reminder of the temporal nature of existence. Go, already.

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Posted by lord barton on Mon, 12/01/2003 - 11:44pm.

or maybe we all just froze to death. They turned off the heat in the dorms over break--and it snowed. Gah!
Actually, that I could handle. It was the turning off of the internet that drove me insane. Thank god for cartoons.

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Into the echoing silence

Posted by daen on Mon, 12/01/2003 - 3:56pm.

Surely that "Go already" wasn't directed at us? Or am I the only one still here?

... suddenly this reminds me of a bad end-times movie. Which is to say, all of them.

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Posted by Matt on Mon, 12/01/2003 - 8:52pm.

I know what you mean, daen. I've been checking this site three times a day or more (like I usually do) waiting for someone to say something... responsible? Respond-able? Something that piques my interest enough to reply. Nada. Zip. Maybe I'm in a creative valley or something. Or maybe the rest of the IP community is hung over.

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Thanksgiving

Posted by dave on Mon, 12/01/2003 - 9:30pm.

You know, i just figured all you yanks had buggered off for Thanksgiving and ignoring the internet for awhile.

And so I too was waiting .. for something to grab my attention enough to respond to.

"Million to one chances happen nine times out of ten">

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So we're talking about how no one's talking...

Posted by paul on Mon, 12/01/2003 - 10:14pm.

...how Seinfeldian is that?!?

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Seinfeldian?

Posted by daen on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 2:58pm.

Gah. What have I done?

Oh well. It's served its purpose, and run its course.

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An early Friday song...

Posted by paul on Thu, 11/27/2003 - 9:53pm.

...but why post the lyrics when you can listen for yourself?

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With feeling...

Posted by steff on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 10:30pm.

long and (nearly) pointless? oh, yes. extremely. but, it's just NOT thanksgiving without it, so i feel i'm doing a public service. please scroll past if you're going to be uncouth and not sing along:

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
guitar.

With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant

happy turkey day, everyone!

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Reason #317...

Posted by umrguy on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 3:11am.

...why steff is one of my heros (heroines?). (No, dammit, I won't try and list the preceding 316. Rule of Acquisition #19: "Satisfaction is not guaranteed.")

And when I cut and pasted the lyrics into MS Word, it took just over four pages single spaced... damn, but it's long :D

-There's someone in my head, but it's not me.-

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*blush*

Posted by steff on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 8:14am.

aw, shucks.

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...

Posted by Joe Napalm on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 1:00pm.

Nowtice the steff as she staolks 'er prey...the di-veersionarry coyness to put 'em off ghard, roight before she stroikes! Croikey!

Danger! Danger! Danger!

-Jn-
Efreeti Sophist

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*snert*

Posted by steff on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 7:36pm.

oh, yeah. like YOU'RE scared.

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Heh

Posted by Jon on Wed, 12/03/2003 - 5:43am.

That's your new moniker, then... steff snertworthy. :)

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...

Posted by peegee on Wed, 12/03/2003 - 6:09am.

Heh, I cannot help smiling at the fact that 'snert' is an actual word in my native language. With two quite appropriate meanings too. *grin*

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Translation, please

Posted by daen on Wed, 12/03/2003 - 6:27am.

Oh, do tell. I'm all curious now.

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...

Posted by peegee on Wed, 12/03/2003 - 9:52am.

Hmm, the first meaning, as an adjective in "snert paa", is roughly "close to", although this is the old-fashioned use, and today it would rather be used ironically, i.e. when something has long passed being "close to". The second meaning, as a noun, is - whiplash. You go and decide whether steff is snertworthy.

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Snertworthy

Posted by ParU on Wed, 12/03/2003 - 11:21am.

I definitely think steff is snertworthy.
Runs and hides behind Paul

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Posted by paul on Wed, 12/03/2003 - 8:04am.

Poot slap poot slap...

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Coyness, eh ?

Posted by peegee on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 1:19pm.

Well, I too marvel at this coy mistress at times.*grin*

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...

Posted by Joe Napalm on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 1:11pm.

Steve Irwin or JFK?

You make the call!

-Jn-
EFVF

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Hey...(quote related)

Posted by slugbuggy on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 3:31pm.

So how do we confuse JFK with Steve Irwin and Jeff Foxworthy? They look nothing alike. One apparently wears khaki exclusively, the other one has a moustache, and the other other one is considerably less ambulatory than the other two.

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Gotta give...

Posted by ParU on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 5:18pm.

a cool pt to sluggy for that the other other one is considerably less ambulatory than the other two.
Cute.

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Head cold.

Posted by Kris the Girl on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 2:13pm.

I somehow got "Jeff Foxworthy" from the JFK initials. Not until sluggs said "kennedysian" did I realize my mistake. I blame this on my recently acquired end-of-semester cold.
It sounded like Steve Irwin in my head, right from the beginning.

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Well I'm a little slow...

Posted by ParU on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 1:21pm.

But I get the Steve Irwin reference, but WTF does JFK have to do with anything?

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He means the accent

Posted by slugbuggy on Tue, 12/02/2003 - 1:54pm.

with which your hear his post in your mind's ear: outback or Kennedysian. I was hearing a distinct Fuddish lilt myself, until the "croikey" part.

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Posted by persona on Thu, 11/27/2003 - 5:41am.

i LOVE that song!

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It just ain't Thanksgiving...

Posted by paul on Thu, 11/27/2003 - 12:44am.

...until I've heard that song at least once. I bought a copy of Arlo's best just for that track. (It also has the Motor-Sickle song on it and "City Of New Orleans", among others. Great stuff.)

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I still say

Posted by umrguy on Sat, 11/29/2003 - 4:28pm.

The best version of "The Motorcycle Song" is the first one, on his Arlo album. But yes, getting "Alice's Restaurant" was why I also bought the Best Of album. Now I just need to order Arlo online, and not worry about it.

Has anybody heard his "new" version of Alice's Restaurant, the "Massacree Revisited"?

-There's someone in my head, but it's not me.-

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I think that ...

Posted by ParU on Thu, 11/27/2003 - 1:11am.

that's worth about 3 cool pts steff...

Well done...

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Stupid-head Matt

Posted by Intelligirly on Tue, 11/25/2003 - 1:40pm.

Maybe Igirly? Your friend IN Iowa? Apple's psychic friend?

There's a variety of ways and I KNOW you have an imagination.
Also, Naughtytimmycakes, I woke up cranky and grumpy today, so that name's not too far off. But you may pay for it anyway.

Thoughts, cards and incantations to my little older sister. She had her vampirity removed earlier today. She'll look odd and may lose some of her powers for awhile. Poor fangless Steff.

Over the Rhine is in a Jon Favreau film!

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Ummmmmm...

Posted by tim on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 4:29am.

"I woke up cranky and grumpy today"
Today?!?!?! : D
--" The torture never stops"--

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Somedays I wake up cranky and grumpy...

Posted by paul on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 4:31am.

...other days I let them sleep in if I don't have to get them to the schoolbus stop.

Ba da boom.

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Posted by miss liss on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 7:20am.

Paul - you crack me up! You just made that up didn't you? *g*

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Well, actually...

Posted by paul on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 11:47am.

...it's a variant on a bumper sticker I've seen. But I thought it appropriate, especially seeing as Beavis and Butt-head have been fighting a lot lately...

And yes, adapting such things is one of the skills of a parent. After all, it's our sacred duty as parents to embarass and annoy our children as much as we can. For instance, there was the day in Wal-Mart when I picked up a flower pot and put it on my head and started singing Devo's "Whip It"... or the time we were driving through Richmond and I was playing the Talking Heads and doing all of David Byrne's strange and spastic moves as "Once In A Lifetime" was playing, which resulted in all three of them trying to crawl under the car seats... Good times, I tell ya.

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Yard apes, rug monkeys and other animals

Posted by Kat on Fri, 11/28/2003 - 8:22am.

Damn, I can't wait until my son finally figures out I am an embarrassment. He still thinks I am cool and funny and he's NINE! When is it MY turn?!?!?!? The girl, on the other hand, is a shade more sophisticated (go figure, she's female) and I anticipate maximum embarrassment in just a couple of years. Along with a good amount of haughty disdain and much raising of one brow.

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Nope

Posted by Apple on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 7:27am.

It's from "The Great Big Book of Annoying Phrases Fathers Can Use To Annoy Their Offspring."

*grin*

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Good one Paul...

Posted by ParU on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 10:51am.

One Parental Point to Paul.

And Apple, I never saw such a book, but I used to sing to my kids and that would do it.

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First rule

Posted by Apple on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 10:58am.

The first rule would be to never admit its existence, wouldn't it?

*grin*

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You found out!

Posted by ParU on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 12:50pm.

Acchhh the secret is out! Apple has found that all men are issued that 'Father's' book at the hospital, right after their babys are born.

And, of course, Paul has no doubt added several chapters of his own. Me, I just sing, that usually does it.

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Too Young

Posted by dave on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 1:34pm.

My kids are still to young. When I get all silly and crazy they just think Dad's a riot and lots of fun. But its coming ... not that I'm planning for it or anything *innocent whistling*

"Million to one chances happen nine times out of ten">

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I'm with you...

Posted by ParU on Mon, 11/24/2003 - 3:59pm.

marinerd - I don't see what all the fuss is about, but then I'm a heathen when it comes to the 'Nearest thing I have to Religion' bit about beer. I rarely (once a year maybe?) drink it.
Runs and hides behind Cebu to escape the wrath of Matt, Paul, tim and the other Beer Disciples

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Posted by David. on Tue, 11/25/2003 - 7:24am.

Well, I'm enough of a beer snob to know when I want an IPA and when I want a stout, but I still think this is hardly a Federal case. Everyone repeat after me: "Excuse me. This isn't what I asked for; would you please bring me a Guinness instead?"
I make mistakes, but I am on the side of Good, by accident and happenchance.

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Accountability...

Posted by Finite on Tue, 11/25/2003 - 1:26pm.

I dunno, I work in a bar during the summer, and I gotta say, anyplace I work at, someone who confuses Guinness with a light beer deserves to be mollywopped upside the head with a shillelagh. But that might be just be my semi-professional pride speaking.

Eagles may fly high and free, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

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A "Beer and Soul Coughing" topic...

Posted by Mike on Mon, 11/24/2003 - 12:45pm.

...where no one has yet made a post combining the two?

For shame.

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Hey

Posted by hypoxic on Mon, 11/24/2003 - 9:13am.

I like Sierra's Pale Ale! I've decided that I find Sierra my beer of choice for everyday drinking. I don't like to drink Chimay Blue everyday but I can Sierra.

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Reminds me

Posted by tim on Mon, 11/24/2003 - 4:49am.

of the time I wandered into a sports bar near where I lived because they were the only place around that had Guinness on draft.
I asked for a pint and the girl proceeded to grab a " frosted" mug and pour me a pint.
I sat with my mouth opened for a few minutes and she was looking at me in a " deer in the headlights" way and finally i said " Could you just put the next one in a room temperature glass?"
She said
" But it's warm...."
I said " Oh ...I see..."
drank my pint and ran away.
" it's warm..."
jesus
As Woody Allen said " What I wouldn't give for a large sock filled with manure"
--" The torture never stops"--

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Posted by Matt on Mon, 11/24/2003 - 8:25am.

Ooooh tim. You poor bastard. The only place around that served Guinness on tap and.... oh man.

I would've argued with her, giving her a long, drawn-out, technical explanation as to why the room-temperature glass is important, all with the intention of improving this world one person at a time. A kind of social service, one might say.

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Not only warm but...

Posted by thevalkyry on Tue, 11/25/2003 - 4:37pm.

Not only would my ex insist upon his Guiness warm, but if it were draft he would instruct them on the slow pull to fill the glass a third at a time.

Betcha didnt know you could get Guiness..on draft...in Lubbock, TX :)

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Any place

Posted by tim on Wed, 11/26/2003 - 4:26am.

that could produce Buddy Holly has to have some very cool qualities
--" The torture never stops"--

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Feh.

Posted by umrguy on Tue, 11/25/2003 - 6:04pm.

You can get Guinness draft here in Rolla, Missouri (slogan: "The Middle of Everywhere", or, as I like to put it, "The Navel of the World"), in the Grotto, ranked the #3 college bar in the country by Playboy magazine a few years back.

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