6 February 2002
Submitted by eve on Thu, 02/07/2002 - 12:04am. Wisdom
"Being honest is the nice thing to do. I wouldn't lie about this... going ahead and saying it, right thing to do."
"But it's not nice to say things like, 'I liked you better when you were on drugs.'"
--Two girls walking near Cory Hall
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Posted by Saint on Sun, 01/11/2004 - 9:15pm.
Looking back, I realize...I was more fun when I was on drugs.

*shrug*
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/27/2002 - 7:51am.
Archived comment by Red Master Ninja:
If drugs are so bad then why did the creaters of barney use them. And whats with those tele tubbies, I mean come on look at them. I think the writers of that show have done some major drugs like tylenol, lupis, gangreen, amoxicilian, chicken tacos, etc..........
Posted by Anne Onymous on Sun, 02/24/2002 - 2:34pm.
Archived comment by Apple:
Mike! I knew that someone would go there! I did, why not bring others along??
Posted by Anne Onymous on Sat, 02/23/2002 - 8:33am.
Archived comment by Matt:
More Tom Lehrer:
"...obscene. Or, as they call it in New York, 'sophisticated.'"
Posted by Anne Onymous on Thu, 02/21/2002 - 10:35pm.
Archived comment by umrguy:
"I do have a cause, though - obscenity. I'm for it."

Gotta love Tom Lehrer. "Smut! Give me smut and nothing but!"
Posted by Anne Onymous on Thu, 02/21/2002 - 7:50pm.
Archived comment by Mike:
Y'know how hard it was for me to keep out of the fruit/lesbian innuendo with Apple posting right there?

Silly me. "Going ahead and saying it is the right thing to do," so I hear.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Thu, 02/21/2002 - 7:36pm.
Archived comment by Saint:
Uh, thanks. I think.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Thu, 02/21/2002 - 5:56pm.
Archived comment by Matt:
Saint, that was the most beautifully written piece of smut I've read in a long, long time. Keep it up.

And everyone should have the first, self-titled album from The Presidents Of The United States Of America. It's a great, great piece of work.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/20/2002 - 2:21pm.
Archived comment by Penny:
Apple, have you heard their song "Little Blue Dune Buggy"? I love that song.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Tue, 02/19/2002 - 11:46am.
Archived comment by Arlene:
In college I read a story called "Kiss of the Kiwi". It was a modern horror story in an anthology of speculative fiction that my scifi/fantasy club published. It was very odd, but good (kind of like kiwis themselves). A couple of the other people got permission from the writer & called their band "Kiss of the Kiwi".
Posted by Anne Onymous on Tue, 02/19/2002 - 5:50am.
Archived comment by Apple:
Well, Saint, it took less than 15 minutes to find it on Google!
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/18/2002 - 8:27pm.
Archived comment by Saint:
BTW, Apple, that is sort of eerie--I can't think how long it's been since I heard that song.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/18/2002 - 8:26pm.
Archived comment by Saint:
I did once eat a Kiwi. She was very nice, and we had a grand time. And I didn't mind the fuzz at all.

I eat peaches, but I scrub them fuzz-free first. I've tried peeling kiwis (again, the fruit, not the people), but they still taste like they're fuzzy. Maybe it's the seeds.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/18/2002 - 1:27pm.
Archived comment by Apple:
"Millions of peaches, peaches for me!" Song just happened to be playing while I read that! Not the first strange coincidence!
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/18/2002 - 8:39am.
Archived comment by Evil Gingerbread Man:
"I don't even eat kiwis (uh, the fruit, I mean, not the people)"

So, does this mean that you do eat the people?
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/18/2002 - 8:04am.
Archived comment by steff:
...which, by the way, brings up other interesting questions. like: do you eat peaches?
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/18/2002 - 8:02am.
Archived comment by steff:
*lmao* you're not supposed to eat the FUZZ! in either case. speaking of kiwis, i went to the fridge this morning to get my usual banana, and i'm out... so i thought maybe i had a kiwi left. turns out i have a set. i have kiwis. coincidence? hmmmm...

oh, and don't worry about paying, the bunny slipper market is glutted right now - they arent' worth as much as they used to be.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/18/2002 - 1:45am.
Archived comment by Saint:
Sorry, Steff, I'll pay for them, I promise. I must have been drunk. I don't even eat kiwis (uh, the fruit, I mean, not the people) because the fuzz gives me the creeps.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Sun, 02/17/2002 - 9:02pm.
Archived comment by steff:
*sigh* yes, i supPOSE, but nobody is getting my cat in the hat ones!
Posted by Anne Onymous on Sat, 02/16/2002 - 6:52pm.
Archived comment by Arlene:
cool, can I have the monster ones that really
growl when I walk?
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/15/2002 - 1:31pm.
Archived comment by steff:
*glare* i wondered where those slippers went. no, really, you can keep them.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/15/2002 - 6:38am.
Archived comment by Jon:
Saint, I'm sure Mike has a stomach pump ready for that kind of problem.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/15/2002 - 1:24am.
Archived comment by Saint:
Steff, I'm flattered you think so highly of me. Gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling, like bunny slippers on the inside. Wait, that's not right...
Posted by Anne Onymous on Thu, 02/14/2002 - 8:21pm.
Archived comment by steff:
oh, so no pressure or anything. =P i'm afraid i'm not much fun right now... just did my taxes. bastards. personality tests can never decide whether i'm an introvert or an extrovert, arlene.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Thu, 02/14/2002 - 12:17pm.
Archived comment by Arlene:
In reality, I'm a closet extrovert.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Thu, 02/14/2002 - 6:58am.
Archived comment by Jon:
I dunno, steff, from some of the things you've suggested, I'm guessing you'd be the most fun.

If IP had its own event,(see Blogcon, SXSW) Eve could make A-list for sure. Which, as you all know, is the end-all-be-all. ;)

Saint isn't the only one who's shy, either. Heck, I read most of the archives before I ever posted here.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/13/2002 - 11:54pm.
Archived comment by steff:
oooo... high speed internet - check. hot tub - check. new sprinkler system - check. we're set! heh heh.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/13/2002 - 7:15pm.
Archived comment by Matt:
You know, if this thing ever comes to pass, we're gonna need a venue big enough (and private enough, by the look of Sant & Co's offerings) to hold this amalgam. I hereby offically volunteer my house.

BTW, I just live there: not a member.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/13/2002 - 5:46pm.
Archived comment by steff:
ok, now somebody link to the many posts where we discuss who brings what to "the party". no, not me, i'm too lazy - we've already established that. actually saint, from what i've seen, i think you'd be the most fun at my favorite part of the party... the part where everyone else has either passed out/gone home and you're left with a 1/2 dozen insomniac souls discussing the merits of fingernail polish on men and/or why their first sexual experience makes them crave a certain brand of chocolate every time they hear the doors. oh, and going around taking pictures of said passed out ppl to hang on the bulletin board the next day. heh.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/13/2002 - 5:28pm.
Archived comment by Saint:
Fair enough. Though my drug of choice isn't likely to leave you sprawled on the floor (until the crash), I suppose I could bring something to make me-on-drugs more fun for the rest of you.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/13/2002 - 5:21pm.
Archived comment by Mike:
Well, if you really need to, you could bring some drugs.

I'll have to bring a pillow, then, to to make my evening sprawled on the floor more comfortable.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/13/2002 - 5:06pm.
Archived comment by Saint:
Yes, I'm having fun; yes, you're all pretty strange; yes, I occasionally fortify myself before showing up. But for the most part, strangers I'll never really meet don't count--now, if the long-threatened In Passing party finally came to pass, you would be able to recognize me because I would be the one either looking longingly at the door or actually running for it.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/13/2002 - 1:12pm.
Archived comment by Phil:
True, but are we sure Saint doesn't do a few shots, hits, or puffs before joining this party?
Posted by Anne Onymous on Wed, 02/13/2002 - 12:33pm.
Archived comment by steff:
are you kidding? you look like you're having fun - and what could be stranger than us?
Posted by Anne Onymous on Tue, 02/12/2002 - 10:15pm.
Archived comment by Saint:
I have to admit, I'm one of those people who needs some mind-altering substances to really have a good time out in public. Without them, my shyness kills me. My first year of college, I only ate one meal a day--breakfast at 7:00 am--because there were too many people in the caff for me to venture in at other hours. I'm not that shy anymore, thank God, but I still have a tough time having fun when I'm sober and surrounded by strangers.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Tue, 02/12/2002 - 10:41am.
Archived comment by steff:
thaaaanks slugbuggy. always nice to know how my making a complete ass of myself is cute. =P oh well - stick with what you know! i'm with you arlene. no drugs, they cost money. anything after 2 am or involving anybody you knew in college has the same effect, and can sometimes get you arrested anyway, so why be chemically altered when THAT happens?
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/11/2002 - 1:26pm.
Archived comment by slugbuggy:
's okay. thought it was cute.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/11/2002 - 1:10pm.
Archived comment by Arlene:
Someone asked me once, after a particular spate of zaniness on my part, if I ever do drugs. My reply, "Nope, Don't need the artificial, I do this *naturally*!"
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/11/2002 - 9:06am.
Archived comment by steff:
just doing my job, jon. what's almost as scary... i don't remember meaning to type "blugsluggy". in fact, i'm sure that was completely unintentional. and i was NOT on drugs. or drunk. or anything. sorry slugbuggy.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Mon, 02/11/2002 - 8:14am.
Archived comment by Jon:
Eee! Children-eating horses is scary!
Posted by Anne Onymous on Sat, 02/09/2002 - 12:51am.
Archived comment by Saint:
I used to know a couple who drank heavily together for years. Finally they both committed to getting sober, and succeeded. They split up two months later, having decided they no longer had anything in common. It was sort of depressing, but they were right.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 10:43pm.
Archived comment by steff:
so, why didn't you just SAY that, blugsluggy? =P

well, because the other was much more entertaining, that's why! "that's like closing the barn door after the horses have eaten your children."
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 7:59pm.
Archived comment by slugbuggy:
What I was originally going to say was that I thought we choose our friends because they see us the way we see ourselves: interesting, fun to be with, etc. The ones that are really honest about our faults, we avoid like the plague.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 7:46pm.
Archived comment by slugbuggy:
Mike- I'd never been adverse to a lil' somethin' somethin' myself ( I was a willing victim ), but tricking someone like that was just plain, well not exactly mean, but unwise at the very least. I'm thinking they can't talk about it because they feel a bit guilty. They probably freaked out worse than you did. *another hypothetical phone call* "Uh, Mom, how many sons do you have again? No, guess lower."

Relatedly, and back on topic, I think we have a full stable of subliminated emotions that we don't acknowledge or otherwise understand, but when we indiscriminantly dose ourselves we let the horses out of the barn ( the part about the police showing up is particularly appropriate), so to speak. Giving them free reign ( Ok, a pun used as metaphor, also another metaphor, all within the context of a larger metaphor. Somebody flog me.) to run wild. Hence all the snockered 3 A.M. phone calls to ex's.

I say this because the worst drunks I know are the ones who seem most in control and together otherwise. There's "Confrontational Drunk," who is generally sweet and sociable, and "Sullen Drunk," a really resentful and passive/agressive person whose sober alter ego is confident, capable, and very much in command of situations. Oh, and they're a couple.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 4:04pm.
Archived comment by kari,Night Drag,Anderman, Spud:
A few of my friends have said that they like me better when i'm drunk. the quote below explains why.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 2:55pm.
Archived comment by Montygirl:
Phil - Didn't Cory Hall wear his sunglasses at night?

Mike - I hope you don't mind, but I found your little story there absolutely hilarious, in an uncontrollable way. Sorry.

"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts." Does the same apply to druggies?
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 12:50pm.
Archived comment by Phil:
Who is Cory Hall? Did he make movies in the 80's with Cories Haim, Feldman, and Nemec? Is he always standing in the same place?
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 12:17pm.
Archived comment by Mike:
"You're Pretty When I'm Drunk"-- Bloodhound Gang

Mean but funny.

Back about my freshman year, I went home for the holidays, where my brothers were disappointed in hearing how few new drugs I had been trying. To remedy the situation, they decided to host a New Year's Eve party-- to which they invited a million of their friends, for which they acquired an endless supply of joints, and at which, when I politely refused everything passed my way, they closed off every door, window, and ventilation shaft and filled the house with smoke.

About two hours into it I started laughing.

Have you ever started laughing and found you couldn't stop? That's what happened. It was like some circuit breaker in my mind forgot to trip, and no matter what horrible images I tried to think up, I would not stop. At first, my brothers and their guests were laughing along with me in a "Ha! We finally got him!" kinda way, but after about two minutes that tapered off, and after four minutes there was just this weird silence as I flopped around on the floor, thinking of dead puppies and car accidents as I gasped for air and spat out my own tears.

I came very close to blacking out several times. Towards the end I remember thinking So it is possible to laugh yourself to death (which, of course, I found absolutely hilarious) and trying to figure out how my brothers would explain this to my parents. "We thought he'd be okay, but he just kept going...."

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of cramp-inducing, frenzied laughter on my brother's crowded but quiet living room floor, it subsided-- only to be replaced by uncontrollable sobbing. You know the way babies sob after they've been crying, that involuntary hitch they get? I was just like that. For another fifteen minutes.

Heh. Needless to say, my brothers haven't mentioned it since. I guess they figure I'm weird enough sober.

Um, sorry this was so long. I guess you had to be there.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 12:09pm.
Archived comment by anson2:
Julia,

Glad to know that you've been subjected to the all pervasive, all powerful influence of American TV. Up here in the 'States' we weren't sure you weren't all riding around on horses and worrying about Sauron and Orcs. :-)

Sorry, never heard of Shortland Street.
Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 02/08/2002 - 6:48am.
Archived comment by Josie:
Fun Bobby was my first boyfriend.
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