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quick point, Hanghai


I JUST WANTED TO TELL MY STORY.

*sniffle* *pout* *thread derailer*

I kinda liked your story.

I think you under-reacted, though.

QUIT NAGGING!  I DON'T NEED THE FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS!  THOSE ARE FOR GIRLIE MEN WHO DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIS SHIT.

Drug store or barber shop.

And may I commend you, sir, in reaching new levels in both Big Gay Cowboyism AND Evil Geniusism.

Kel is amazing.  She could start a thread about stereo instructions, and it would end in a mushroom cloud.

YOU'RE WIRING IT FUCKING WRONG.  


GODDAMN.  WHAT THE FUCK?  RED TO RED, BLACK TO BLACK.  YOU WANT PHASE CANCELLATIONS, OR SOMETHING?

I need this stuff.

In my pance.

Kel is amazing.  She could start a thread about stereo instructions, and it would end in a mushroom cloud.

The late Wise and Terrible Rain God would always say that snow was in Aput's domain.


Then again, who can trust what that spag had to say, anyhow?

Not me.  Fuck him, I'm glad he's dead.

Who is Aput?  I'm going to kill a motherfucker if I can't fly out to NM.

Where are you going to be in NM?

This is why I don't watch TV.

People who go to "psychics" WANT to believe.  They aren't paying to know their future, etc, they're paying to be reassured that there is a higher power or guiding force in the universe.  Most importantly, they're paying to be told that the wreckage of their lives isn't their fault.

They are going to believe all these things anyway, there's no essential difference between getting paid for cold reading and getting paid for, say, being a pet psychologist. 

You can't con people that WANT to be conned, know what I mean?

  That job is why you are so angry.

Hear that, Suu?  Hangshai will explain any other emotions you may experience, as well, if you ask nicely.

i was eating with my fam at a higher end restaurant and i saw a full family of 5 do a dine and ditch. The poor waitress walked up and saw what they had done and walked off in tears.

Sure.  Her income for the night was just wiped out.  She just went from a day at work to a day at work for no pay.

And the parents, well, what an example.

One time I was coming home from a concert in SF and we stopped at some Taco Bell (we endearingly call it 'The Butt' over here, because it is the ass of fast food joints).  The concert was Steel Pole Bath Tub's reunion show a few years back with Neurosis.  Anywho, so we stop at the drive thru and its one of those ghetto 'dont shoot the cashier' windows with a huge plexi-glass contraption that slides the food out to you, kinda like how gas stations do it at night when you have to buy your smokes through a window or whatever, anyway, you get the idea.  So, we pull up and before we say anything, before we hand over the money (I was in the front passenger seat), the cashier girl pushes our food out to us through the window thing, and the way it works, once she put the food through and we opened our side, her side was closed and remained closed...  Can you see where this is going?

Yeah, it took about half a second for me to grab my friends hand with the money in it to stop him from handing it over.  At about the exact same moment I realized what I was about to do (which is eat free taco bell food), the cashier girl realized how bad she fucked up.  We were making eye contact and there was this cool sort of weird moment where we both realized what was going to go down.  At this point, I sort of remember me saying something like "fuck it, just drive!!" and we pulled out of there and on to the overpass with about 15 bucks worth of free taco bell food.

Ok, so, its no reservoir dogs, but at least we got away...

So, you got some poor girl in trouble at her job.

Perhaps next you could, you know, stomp on puppies.

I dunno, I think living in the future is pretty cool, so far.

This future blows chunks.

I was promised way better than this shit.  I mean, some of the gadgets we have are pretty cool and were never mentioned, but the really IMPORTANT stuff ISN'T FUCKING HERE.

Like what?

Like space colonies.
Like flying cars.
Like household robots to do my fucking laundry.
Like zap guns.
Like Raquel Welch in a bronze brassiere.  <---

Condescending and mediocre? Isn't that the formula for Lifetime Original Movies?

So all this time, Lifetime has actually been an avant-garde art project?

That makes a lot more sense than the alternative.

Sheer subtle genius.

I'd like my avant-garde with less "uplifting" (read: depressing) stories about horrible shit happening to kids and housewives, and their struggle to persevere, please.