October 17th, 2002

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Some Things Are International

Chatting with kespernorth this morning (who's in Denmark on vacation/family-visits):

kespernorth: one thing is for sure though, i want booty. i haven't had booty since selena and i broke up.
kespernorth: this is the longest i have gone bootiless since... uhh... good gods... before i met bev, iirc
archmage: eek
archmage: man, get you some Scandinavian skin.
kespernorth: lol
archmage: "Swedish Bikini Team, meet Bjorn."
kespernorth: for one thing, being surrounded by people much better looking than myself kind of ruins my confidence
archmage: dude, you gotta stop being down on yourself like that
kespernorth: i just don't know how, really... not much to talk about, no common cultural referants
archmage: you could if you wanted.
kespernorth: and i cannot interest women with my body, only my mind
archmage: the best seductions are mental, you know that.
archmage: the brain is the most important sexual organ
kespernorth: YEAH BUT THEY TAKE FOREVER AND I WANT BOOTY NOW
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Inappropriate Postings

discordian: Got a bit of a dillema here. You gotta a sec?
archmage: sure, wassup?
discordian: The expression "oy gevalt".
discordian: I need an English equivalent.
archmage: Hmmm...well, you'd be better equipped to translate Yiddish than I, but I would say it's something approximating "Oh cripes", or "give me a break"...a heavy sigh of "oh God..."
discordian: Translating is not a problem, but the usage is hard to approximate.
discordian: I think that last one comes close.
archmage: true
archmage: yeah, should
discordian: somebody is posting the stories of Solomon in the Martial Arts community.
archmage: ooooook
discordian: hence the "oy gevalt" on my part.
archmage: and this is in the MA community why?
discordian: some people try to find a little too much meaning in a punch-kick combination... you know what I mean?
archmage: Oy gevalt.
discordian: nicely put.
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Head Lyrics

It's 2 a.m. and my fear is gone,
I'm somewhere down here waiting, the gun's still warm,
Maybe my connection is tired of taking chances...

There's a storm on the loose, sun rings in my head,
Wrapped up in science, all circuits are dead,
Cannot decode, my whole life spins into a frenzy...

Hellbound, slipping into the twilight zone,
THis is a madhouse, feels like being home,
My feet lose their move under moon and star,
Where am I to go now that I've gone too far?
So you've gotta know when the bullet hits the bone.

I'm falling down a spiral, that's a mission unknown,
12 o'clock's messenger, all alone,
Can't get no connection, can't get through, where are you...

Well, the night weighs heavy on his guilty mind,
This far from the borderline,
When the head man comes, he knows damn well he has been cheated...

Hellbound, slipping into the twilight zone,
This is a madhouse, feels like being home,
My feet lose their move under moon and star,
Where am I to go now that I've gone too far?
So you've gotta know when the bullet hits the bone.
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*mad giggles*

Nothing quite like driving down the road with George Thorogood blasting out of the radio, and a 6-year old in the back seat crying out 'Awwww yeah, rock on!!!'

Boo-Yah...I'll turn that kid into a cool little guy yet.