Ketchup? Where Ketchup?
 

Wasn't that you in there on sunday ordering the 3 x 3, Animal Style?

not7y(oh wait, that was me)S

Vegas
 

The Venetian.

Anyone stayed there?

How is it?

I guess it doesn't matter b/c we're already booked.

Vegas baby. Vegas.

Misc. fashion stuff
 

Is that French cult hanging around down there? No wonder I never go to Fisherman's Wharf.

Ketchup? Where Ketchup?
 

Since when is Mountain View not in Northern California?

What do you drink?
 

ooohhh I make a great veggie chili. Chock full of beans. No meat substitutes, just beans and veggies (celery, onions and peppers) and lots of spice. The veggies "cry" and you end up with sort of a real hot veggie soup with beans. mmmm Maybe I will stop on the way home tonight and get the fixins. Good thing I don't get gassy. :D

Vegas
 

I've never actually stayed there, but I go there all the time. It's fab.

Ketchup? Where Ketchup?
 

As a Midwesterner, I can honestly say that going to In-N-Out Burger is a must and is a highlight of every trip I take out west. So far, I've been to several outlets in the LA area, the Vegas location right off the Strip and the aforementioned Mountain View location.

As for deadly combo restaurants, near my place we have a Krispy Kreme and a White Castle right across the street from each other. If one doesn't kill you the other will...(of course, I love 'em both)

Just got a spam from LL Bean entitled "Discover Kayaking--We Make It Easy."

-T($399.00 in assorted colors)L

http://cdn.llbean.com/epromo/s03_sum...mages/main.jpg

Hah, see, everyone should kayak!

On another note, someone parked in my space. Who parks in someone's space on a rainy day?


And I left a note! It said "Please do not park your car in my space. Thanks."

See how mean I am in the real world folks? That's right, ole legaleaze doesn't take shit from nobody.

Grrrr

Evil bad people who should be beaten about the head, but who won't be because now they know where you park your car. They should follow my example and park in Visitors instead.

-TL

If I am going on about putting a note, how likely am I to beat someone about the head?

Actually there really is no excuse. It is a tiny complex, we have a bunch of spaces that face the apartments, which are all reserved, and a bunch facing the road that are not. We are talking the person has to walk like 10-15 feet. Maybe I should beat them about the head... Wait, are you for hire?

Parking
 

So wait...are you bitching because you had to walk an extra 10-15 feet, or that someone else refused to do it?

Hmmmmm....I might be - since I went contract with them, my (ex)firm forgot to pay me for the whole last month, so I'm skating. Like I said above, I'm not very intimidating, but I might be more so with a bat in my hands. Perhaps I should keep one in view behind my desk - that might help solve several problems - including cutting down on delinquent client invoices. Oh, and I thought it was at work - I am still parked in Visitors.

-TL

Parking
 

I'm bitching cause someone stole my spot and had no good excuse to do so. Who cares about 10-15 feet you know? No, I am just generally bitching that there is a space thief. Well that and I had some packages in my car, and it is a pain in the ass to have to keep walking back and forth to get everything out, this further irritated me.

In other words, I'm just kvetching. And while I am at it, I had a rude customer service person today. I think it must be the rain, people are not in happy moods.

Parking
 

Oh well if we're doing that then let me tell you about the train ride home last night...So who's idea is it to put bars/straps above people's head so that when they're sweating like pigs you have to have your face in their armpits? I mean really - last night it was packed...PACKED and a bunch of guys with dress shirts, tanks tops, all sweaty holding the bars above their heads? OMG I almost suffocated! And why why why to people fart toxic gas when it's crowed and already smelling bad? OK, got that out of my system - hopefully I get a seat tonight.

You will say then, without forgetting the language of gratitude to a cat.
 

I found the place where PLF's avatar will go to die.

"We want you to enjoy the clothes of the cat of CAT PRIN as follows by the reason for calling it ... " I speak for us all when I say, WTF?

http://www.petoffice.co.jp/catprin/images/pop_akage.jpg

Parking
 

Ooh yes, I hated that when I lived in the city. Especially as it started to get warm. That mass of humanity. Frankly, I hate public transportation, except Amtrak, which is fine, you get your own seat and it is pretty comfortable, and I can normally just watch a movie on my laptop. Oh and my cell phone doesn't work half the time, so I have a peaceful ride to Philly.

You have my sympathies.

Anyone else want to kvetch? They will have my sympathies too.


Edited to say those cats have my sympathies too. If I did that to my cats, I would be afraid they would kill me in the night, and I would deserve it.

WTF?
 

Kill you in the night? They'd probably kill you in the process of trying to cram a stupid leopard hat on their heads. Those cannot be real cats. I have never - ever seen a cat sit still while anyone put anything on their heads. Ever. I have seen many people try and fail - the cats always win.
But wouldn't that make a good movie? Cat's dressed in stupid furry hats sneaking into the bedroom to kill the owner with swiss army knives while the owner is blissfully asleep...ah yes - evil cat films - why hasn't someone done this already?

Hellllooooooo, Kitty!
 

Remember, these are Asian cats. Thus, they are compliant and eager to please, but exotic and ultimately inscrutable.

Having sex with them is not a fetish, because to call it so would be dehumanizing to them.

Free sex?
 

http://www.cnn.com/2003/US/West/06/0...eut/index.html An article about free sex for the folks returning from the war.

Here is a link to the bunny ranch, which no doubt, I imagine, has pictures of nekked women on it. http://www.bunnyranch.net/


Speaking of having sex, remember, if you are a guy and you have sex with an Asian cat, it is the last step down the road to being a gay man. Just remember that.

What do you drink?
 

Originally posted by Jack Manfred

Careful with the carbonated beverages. Too much can lead to gastronomic distress, the need for surgical removal of your gall bladder, etc

Kelly's Atlantic
 

Originally posted by Bad_Rich_Chic

Although Harpers has fallen to whining, lefty sneers (you know its bad when Lapham gets emotional enough over the Bush-ies to get his history wrong), the Atlantic has had a lot of good work in the past few years. I credit much of that to the efforts of Michael "RIP" Kelly.

I'll grant you that editorials in general seem bad though. On the conservative side, editorials in the WSJ and Forbes are as bad as Harpers.

Hellllooooooo, Kitty!
 

Brava. That was well done -- I especially like the re line tie in (though it makes me miss one of my favorite posters). I suppose it even makes up for your participation in the unfortunate outbreak of timmyism over "trope."

Not (oh, and people are never shocked that I'm a lawyer, or that my practice involves helping big business wrongfully avoid paying money to widows and orphans -- go figure) Bob

Shocker
 

Someone was shocked recently when I revealed I own Metallica's "black" album. What can I say? My musical tastes are catholic.

Minor timmy note: "we" is first person plural, not second person. 1st = I/we; 2nd = thou/you; 3rd = he/she/it/they.

tm

Free sex?
 

"Thirteen men and three women in uniform have shown up so far to claim their gifts. "

Don't ask, don't tell, don't pay, I suppose.

Vegas
 

Very nice, all the rooms are suites. Not cheezy, which sucked. Gimme Caesars with the mirron above the bed and the showers for two with the mood lighting any day.

Parking
 

First, tank tops on men should be called what they are "wife beater shirts." 9 times out of ten, the dude getting hauled away for domestic violence has one on (or else has on no shirt at all). Wife beating is not funny -- calling tank tops wife-beater shirts is.

Second, I think people (read: men) drop bombs in crowded public places because they think it is funny and because they can do it anonymously. This is akin to the fact that every grown man will, at least once in his adult life but more than likely a whole bunch of times, fart in a store and then move away to a location where he can see the reaction of people when they walk through the mushroom cloud left by his bomb. Men like the anonymity unless they are with their buds in which case they will proudly declare and claim their bomb. I have never ever understood the fascination that men have with bodily sounds and odors. The funniest part is that most men have a twisted notion that being in love means being able to let one rip in your presence -- a truly committed relationship often includes a sheet-fluff to "share the wealth." :rolleyes:

Parking
 

It's called "marking your territory". :D

Parking
 

Anyone else hear the story on NPR this weekend about new ring tones for cell phones? Yes, some sound like farts.

OK, it wasn't really a story on NPR it was on their news trivia game show, "Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me".

The manatee?
 

reality tv
 

I caught For Love or Money on Tivo last night. The guy was pretty monotone and my most repeated thought was "doofus". Looks like he'll be making an ass of himself at some point so that is funny. I like Melanie from Irving, although the most interesting woman to watch will obviously be Kelly (the Gucci-loving bitch). I am working through the Dallas conections to see if I can come up with any good scoop on this guy...

here's an update on The Family for those who were watching it -- After pulling it from the air in March because of low ratings (it was replaced by ratings-grabbing war coverage), ABC's The Family will return in late July. On July 30, the network will recap the first three episodes in a two-hour special; the following week, on August 6, the show's remianing six episodes will begin airing at 10 p.m. ET.

n(A million dollars is NOTHING, most of the people that I hang around with make over a million dollars a year.)cs

To make it even worse, I bet you used a post-it. Bad girl.

Now that would have been an idea. But no, I was financially and environmentally sound, and used the back of an envelope.

But I will concede to being a bad girl...so...wanna punish me you vixen you?

You know you do ;)

reality tv
 

I was rooting for the Staten Island housewife who said everyone in the family thought she was a moron, because she tried really hard at all the etiquette lessons with the social secretary and was the only one who wasn't a bitch to the staff.

As for the family having to play a match of donkey polo, it was demeaning, but I didn't pity most of those jerks, and again, the housewife kept falling off her donkey then gamely climbing right back on again.

And I'd soooo take the 'nothing' million bucks.

P(champion of the underdog)J

Free sex?
 

Well, I did have a Siamese/Himalayan mix, but it was male. What does that mean?

BTW, I *never* had sex with him. NTTAWWT, provided it is consentual.

25th Hour
 

I rented Spike Lee's "25th Hour" last night. What a beautiful movie. It's like Spike's love poem to New York. (Disclaimer -- I may have been predisposed to like this movie because I read and loved the book.)

And I mean beautiful -- the lingering shots of the skyline, lit up at night like a twinkling diamond, and the twin beams of light shooting up from the WTC site. The music, which seems extremely well-fitted with the shifting emotions of the story. Rosario Dawson looking luminous.

Ed Norton did a fantastic job as the protagonist Brooklyn born Irish Catholic drug dealer getting in one last day in Gotham before reporting to prison to serve seven years. (one minor quibble -- Ed's character is supposed to be "pretty" which is why an otherwise tough guy is facing prison with such dread and terror. Ed does a great job, really, but Ed Burns --- I know, I know -- would have been a better casting choice.)

One of my favorite scenes in the movie is when Ed's character is in the bathroom at his father's bar, and sees "fuck you" written on the mirror. That leads to a rant by the Ed from the mirror which demonstrates his love for the city and his despair. Since this is Not Findlaw, here it is in full (Lee shows the scenes described -- it really works):

Fuck You?

Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, grinning behind my back. These squeegee men dirtying up my clean windshield. Get a fucking job!

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.

Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!

Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Inclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!

Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their dainty, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.

Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Armani scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!

Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their penis violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!

No, fuck you Monty Brogan. You blew it.

Shock the monkey, or I'm shocked to find gambling going on at this casino.
 

This surprises me too, but not for the reason you might think. You and I have never met, but I'd have bet dollars to donuts that you were a litigator.

Gattigap

reality tv
 

I didn't see any episodes of The Family the first time through, so hopefully I'll get to see the recap show...

The million dollars quote is from bitchy Kelly on For Love or Money... [it was just paraphrasing, but you get the gist]

Spike Lee TV
 

And, apparently, his brilliance gives him a trademark over all uses of the word Spike:

Spike Lee sues to halt Spike TV

Free sex?
 

Don't male cats have spikes on their penises or something? Maybe it's just that you aren't into S&M.

I looked at the cat pictures and thought at first that the cats had their ears flat (angry cat look) but now I think that all but one cat are those flop-eared cats. Maybe they are bred for freakish levels of docility.

I think I could get the hats on, but they wouldn't stay on. The cat would rip it off.