Re: Sexy text messages
 

He does not read the board.

Re: Sexy text messages
 

"Hay, can I p on u 2nite? OMG! That would b 2 cool!"

Re: Sexy text messages
 

All the better. Flower's replies will probably be better anyway.

ETA: dammit, should have gone with Coltrane.

The light brush of Google-fame.
 

Walking back from lunch to my office today, I was passed by the Google Maps Camera Car. I realized this because I saw some tiny Chevy Nova-looking car with an 8 foot pole erected on the roof, topped by a 360-degree camera setup. Oh, and on the side of the car was a little slap-on GOOGLE MAPS sign.

I have been immortalized in digitized street scene archives! (For at least a couple of years until they refresh the images of that street!) Woo hoo!

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Boy, I'm glad I was photographed being where I was supposed to be.

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Wish I had been dressed better, though.

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And hadn't stared at the car with that "what the hell is THAT" expression.

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Aw, shit. I've been captured looking like a dork on in the Internet.

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Again.

Re: Sexy text messages
 

GWNC is mopping up RT's sister's sloppy seconds?

TM

Re: The light brush of Google-fame.
 

The format of this post infuriates me. When you come to Minnesota, I am not going to concoct some uber-hip Minneapolis insider experience that you can later post about here. Instead, I will provide you with the most generic of the countless generic Midwestern experiences available, and then I will bury you in a cornfield. Be a dear and try to come during the summer months when the ground is not so hard.

Re: The light brush of Google-fame.
 

You mean, you play the xylophone in a band?

Re: A fashion board in which sometimes we'll remember to post spoiler warnings
 

Flower, if you've learned nothing else from my infuriating posting format, you should know that I am lured to far-flung locales by tales of intriguing stories of heart-clogging delis or antiseptic bars in historic transit locations.

Your halfhearted promise of generic Midwestern experiences is not going to get you any closer to your goal of burying me in a cornfield, and I think it's time we were both honest with ourselves and admit that fact.

Re: Sexy text messages
 

Too late, or was this from RT's boyfriend?

http://images.google.com/url?source=...rj9RpNbUqct1Fw

Re: The light brush of Google-fame.
 

Precisely. I mean, the one time I decide to leave my tuba in the office.

Re: The light brush of Google-fame.
 

There is absolutely nothing hip about Manny's.

When I visit, will you take me to St. Paul? All I hear is "Minneapolis" this, and "Minneapolis" that. St. Paul gets no love.

St. Paul reminds me of a friend of mine. His name is Bob and he is a twin. In his family, the first born son is always named Patrick. Bob came out first, but since his head was so misshapen, his parents decided to name him Bob and name his younger brother (by seven seconds) Patrick.

I bet St. Paul feels just like Bob.

Paging Ned Beatty
 

You left out a few steps. Buried dead or alive? And does the "most generic" Midwestern experience involve shooting guns at visitors?

(I assume the answer is "yes"...)

CDF

Re: The light brush of Google-fame.
 

The only similarity between your friend Bob and St. Paul is the misshapen head. Because Bob, despite the somewhat pathetic picture you have created of him, is still able to inspire some small morsel of sympathy, even in myself. St. Paul is a dark, evil little hovel of a place, one with a huge plastic smile on its face and empty, murderous eyes. Its denizens will pretend to welcome you with faux-folksy sincerity, but their lizard-flesh will secretly quiver with revulsion at the presence of an outsider. If you arrive any time other than the winter, during the entirety of which the populace of St. Paul is too preoccupied with high school hockey to carry out its evil misdeeds, they will get you drunk at some Irish hovel and then perform a ritual castration in the middle of an empty ice rink, ending with a pack of writhing St. Paul virgins lapping feverishly at the blood that spills from the gaping wound where your genitalia once was. But I will take you there, if you wish.

Re: The light brush of Google-fame.
 

gatti is coming to Mn? Whoa. worlds collide. Remember back when it seemed ridiculous to worry about a sock just because they hadn't posted for a few days? you guys had your bridge collapse and someone goes "OMG! where's ABBA?" and I'm like, "there was an accident on the 405 today. has anyone heard from Gatti?" now he's going to meet you for dinner?

I'm not sure if that makes me psychic, but it makes me something.

He knew right then he was too far from home.
 

Why Bilmore? Why?