Friday, June 25, 1999

Review of Big Daddy

Review of Big Daddy

Hey guys. Did you see what I just did there? I did that thing where I don't do a quote for a few weeks at a time. I apologize, but I fell for somebody and I've been spending all my time with her the past two weeks. She's almost 8 and she can do the 10 string double helix looking gimp thing. And she's a redhead too. I'm sure you guys understand. Actually, I hope you don't.

I owe you all a movie review. I went to see Big Daddy the weekend it came out. Now I'm not a huge Adam Sandler fan, but I liked Happy Gillmore and Waterboy for what they were worth. They made me laugh a lot and that was all I expected from them. That was also all I expected from this film. I read a preview by a critic on all the movies that were supposed to come out this summer. His entire comment on Big Daddy was "Adam Sandler raises a kid. What, you need more? I'm betting he makes some faces and uses funny voices. God save us all." What I got was a lot more. It wasn't a typical Adam Sandler movie. Don't expect Billy Madison. This film has a good storyline and a few sad parts. It was probably as close an equivalent as Adam Sandler will get to a Truman Show role. I wouldn't go so far to say he was a good actor when it came to the sad parts. In fact, it didn't even seem at times like he was trying to act. Like it would ruin his reputation or something. Anyway, my point is that the film is very good on many levels. Don't get me wrong, it was very funny. Just not your typical silly funny that his films are famous for. And the kid in it steals the show for the most part anyway. He was absolutely great. Even better than the Jerry MacGuire kid everybody loves so much. And leaps and bounds better than young Anakin. Tony keeps telling me that he doesn't see how a kid Anakin's age could have done a better job. Well, this kid will make you notice. His voice cracks when appropriate and his emotions seem genuine. Of course, he does spend the movie playing Octopus Tag as opposed to fighting the forces of evil from a space pod. I guess his job was a little easier, but he was still much better. Overall, I give the film 8 1/4 bugs. Not quite The Matrix, but a little better than
The Mummy. You might want to take a bug or two off of that if you don't like kids as much as I do.

This quote came from one of those orientation things where all the potential freshmen come to a pool party and Stryker and I take turns hitting on the 17-year-olds. Well, Steve showed up and brought his quick wit with him as usual. Lauren and I had been talking about gimp before he showed up, and when he walked into the conversation, she was just asking me if I could remember to get her some of "that stuff" for tomorrow. Steve asked what "stuff" she was talking about. I told him she was talking about me stealing gimp from our art supplies for her, to which he responded...


Quote Of the Day 6/25/99

"So I guess that makes you a 'gimp pimp,' eh?"

-The original white Steve


Ordinary assistant day camp director by day, ruthless gimp pimp by night.



Back again and tired,

Mr. Whistlehead.


Still Standing Right Here...

Thursday, June 24, 1999

The Cliche Doctor

The Cliche Doctor

You guys know what I've been doing recently? I've been actually consciously thinking about the meaning of the clichés that everybody, including myself, uses in daily speech. Most of them are quite stupid. I've compiled a list of what I feel are some of the stupidest common sayings that I've ever heard:

"The ball is in your court"
This is said when you make some sort of move that takes the burden of needing to do something to further the situation off of your shoulders and puts it on someone else's. In other words, it is their turn. My problem with this cliché is that I don't know what it is in reference to. I assume that the presence of a ball and a court makes some sort of analogy to a sport. But I don't know which one. What sport is played on two courts? I'm guessing whoever said this first was trying to make an allusion to volleyball or tennis, but was unaware that the two sides of the net were actually the same court. In my book, if you're on a different court, you're playing a different game. Recommendation: Change it to "The ball's on your side," or "Your move," or "Here. Take this."

"When it rains, it pours"
No it doesn't. If every time it rained, it poured, we'd have no basis for comparison between the two words, thus eliminating one of them from the English language entirely. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it pours. Recommendation: Change it to "Damn, it's pouring," or "Wow! Won't you look at that rain coming down out there," or "Hell's bells! Ethel, go get the umbrelly, it's a rainin' like the Dickens out here."

"Farting around"
Let's think about how that phrase originated. Were there just a bunch of guys who needed to be somewhere one day, but choose to pass gas with each other instead? "Hey Earl, weren't you supposed to go to that bridge game with your wife?" "Yep. Pass the chili." Recommendation: Use the term "fucking around." At least I could better understand where that one came from. If you have a hang-up about cursing, "screwing around" will suffice.

Enough of that. I need to sleep sometime tonight. Mr. Geoff (camp director) and Miss Jeanie (secretary) were bickering about something trivial, when Jeanie's mom, who is a secretary upstairs, came down and made some smart ass comment to the effect of how they needed to get along better. She then proceeded to say "Well, at least it's cute how you guys wear the same clothes (they had the same day camp shirt on today). To this, they continued...


Quote of the Day 6/24/99


Miss Jeanie: "Yeah, Geoff. What are you wearing tomorrow?"
Mr. Geoff: "I was thinking about a low-cut sun dress. Is that good for you?"


Little does he know I still have his matching pumps from last Friday.


Just farting around,

Mr. Whistlehead.


Still Standing Right Here...

Tuesday, June 22, 1999

Mr. Taxi

Mr. Taxi

Well, the perks of my job just don't stop. I get to go to see Tarzan with 45 chicks tomorrow. I like my chances. And a lot of the older girls ask me why all the other girls like me, and I honestly don't know. I think it's just because I treat them like normal adults. Tiny, stupid adults. Actually, I think I figured it out. I think I unintentionally pit them against each other in competition for my attention. It's probably not emotionally healthy, but it's a damn fun game! Now, if only I can harness this talent, and somehow manipulate the basics a bit to be able to control the minds of older women. Like 18 and 17 year olds. Then, I could complete my life and write that book. But for right now, I guess I'll have to settle for the 9 and 10 year olds. They learned a new game today where they con Mr. Dustin into spinning them around until he falls down on his stomach. Then two kids grab each arm and pull me like a taxi around the gym with another person sitting on my back. I hope this game doesn't become too popular.

Well, my car (the old, nonfunctional one) is finally getting towed tomorrow. And once I raise the money to get the other one inspected, I'm going to have a fully functional, non-illegal car. I already got it insured, as I already told you all. The reason I'm repeating myself now is two-fold. A) I'm exhausted, and B) I'm setting up the quote. Because I can't remember anything creative right now (See A), I'm quoting my insurance agent when he was filling out my application over the phone. He asked me a bunch of questions about the car (year, make, model, dead bodies in the trunk...), and he asked me a question I guess he's required to ask, but I found rather silly and pointless to answer...


Quote Of the Day 6/22/99


"So, Mr. Fisher... do you wear your seat belt?"

-AAA Man


"Only when I get pulled over."


Non stop from here to the nurse's office,

Mr. Taxi.


Still Standing Right Here...

Monday, June 21, 1999

New York vs. Texas

New York vs. Texas

Well, over the weekend, the longest game in Stanley Cup history took place. It went into a third overtime, and was watched by me from both our apartment, a restaurant, and a bar afterward. Dallas beat Buffalo 2-1 for those of you who care. And here's an interesting point I feel I have to make because it's kind of cool (note: I said "interesting," not "funny"). This is the first time ever that two teams from different cities in the same state were competing against two teams from different cities in another state in both the Stanley Cup finals and the NBA finals. While Dallas was beating Buffalo in hockey, San Antonio was beating New York on alternating night. Kinda cool, huh? Well, maybe just to me. And Bob Costas.

Well, I want to make this quick, because I need to be bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked for my 10-year-old fan club tomorrow morning. If I haven't had my beauty rest, those playful games of "Get Mr. Dustin" could turn fatal for the kids. Well, I was watching the basketball version of the Texas/New York war of the athletes tonight, when Charlie Ward (93 Heisman Trophy winner turned point guard (it's a long story)) dribbled the ball upcourt and tried some fancy Michael Jordan move and seriously fell over to the ground and lost the ball. To this, Bill Walton and whatever other sarcastic commentators that happen to accompany him, decided to comment (since it's their job) on the play...


Quote of the Day 6/21/99

"Now that's not what Charlie Ward does. Charlie Ward and Chris Childs [back-up point guard] are best when they just dribble the ball up and give it to somebody else."

-Bill Walton


I love the subtlety of this insult. That's basically as politely as they could say on national television, "These guys ain't worth a shit." But they're still better than Chris Dudley.

Pointless guard,

Mr. Crossover.


Still Standing Right Here...

Friday, June 18, 1999

Review of "Election"

Review of "Election"

Well, I'm going to critique a less controversial film this time. If there are any die-hard Election fans out there, please turn your eyes away now. I'm afraid to give anything a bad review anymore, but I figure any movie produced by MTV is a safe bet. Maybe I'll do Joe's Apartment next week.

Anyway, here are the basics: This supposedly attractive (Reese Witherspoon), meticulously stubborn teacher's pet-type runs unopposed for class president until her spiteful, annoyed for a reason (Matthew Broderick) teacher and guidance counselor of some sort convinces the out of commission, everybody loves you high school quarterback (some Keanu Reeves look and act-alike) to oppose her, accidentally causing his younger lesbian sister (some dike) who just had her girlfriend stolen by the aforementioned quarterback to run against him in order to think she's getting some sort of revenge. And that's just one plot. It's got teachers having sex with students, blackmail, extortion, and no real hero. Every time you thought you found some moral compass, they changed direction on you. Actually, I liked the movie in spite of myself. There wasn't much to it. They're most expensive "special" effect was an overhead camera zooming out fast. The story was well written, with too many twists and turns to possibly be able to be predicted. And even when you predicted one, you enjoyed seeing it happen. It was simple. It was cheesy. But it worked. And it was damn funny. It's only problem was that it has a couple of different codas after the main story ends, and I always hated that. It's like watching the end of a basketball game that your team won by 25 points. You are forced to stay in the theater even after you've climaxed and had your deep breath and optional cigarette (can I cram any more analogies in here?). I think half the theater already started putting their jackets on with 10 minutes left in the movie. But this is admissible if it is the only flaw in the film. I am going to give Election 7 1/2 bugs. It was really good for what it was. It just wasn't an 8 bug movie.

This quote is hearsay, but I do accept such quotes, especially when I am low on fuel. My sister apparently has a friend with a convertible Mercedes and lots of other cool toys. Char (aforementioned sister) was given the right to drive the vehicle and used this opportunity to show it off to the family. She pulled up to the video store and my mom was standing outside. Char turns to my mom and addresses the question...

Quote of the Day 6/18/99

"Hey ma. How does this look on me?"

-Charfish.


Slightly better than the '79 wheelless 3 shades of green Maverick that's been in our parking lot for 2 years.

Love, pink hats, and volleyballs, (for old times sake)

Dustin.


Still Standing Right Here...

Thursday, June 17, 1999

Not Sure Insurance

Not Sure Insurance

Well, as of midnight tonight, I will no longer be driving an uninsured car. Just an unregistered one. With illegal tags. But it's got a whole window that goes all the way up and everything! Now my current problem is with the people to whom I am donating my car. The damn American Cancer Society. They're taking their sweet old time picking up my car, which is sitting at the mechanic's illegally with no tags. The Howard County Police already threatened to impound it once if I don't get it out of the lot. So I called AAA (of which I am a member) and asked if they would tow my car back to my apartment. They told me that they'd give me the first 3 miles free and it would be like $2.50 for each additional mile. At most, it would cost $5.00 to do this. But here's the catch. They won't tow it out of a mechanic's garage. They don't cover that kind of service for whatever reason. So if I want to get AAA to tow my car back to my apartment, I'll need to push it out of the parking spot, out of the lot, and down the street to where it is no longer in sight of Merchant's Auto Repair. I think I smell an accident brewing. That will possibly be the best thing that could happen. I'll aim for a telephone pole and then AAA will definitely tow it. Stupid instigating bastards. And they actually asked me in the insurance claim if I wore my seat belt. Apparently, my insurance goes up if I willingly concede the information that I don't wear my seat belt. Stupid ingrate bastards.

Well, I came upon this quote while searching through my wallet for the phone number of my insubordinate bastard of an insurance agent (OK, now I'm venturing into the territory of words I don't completely know the meaning of). So it was said a while ago. But I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was sitting around with my friend Jason that plays volleyball (or maybe somebody else), and we were probably talking about something rather insignificant. Anyway, this part I do remember. Somebody else walked in and said something that kinda degraded him. To this, I told him that he had finally found somebody that could match his wits. To this, he replied...

Quote of the Day 6/17/99

"There are plenty of people who can match my wits. I have just cleverly successfully mastered the art of not caring when it happens."

-Jason (maybe)


I have gone one step passed you and learned the art of pretending that I'm smarter anyway.

Pushing dead cars into poles,

Mr. Banana Nut Muffin (don't ask).


Still Standing Right Here...

Tuesday, June 15, 1999

Dear Diary: Day Camp Day 2

1999 Summer Day Camp, Day 2:
Dear Diary, it's only the second day of camp, and I've already witnessed a boy get hit in the eye with a tennis ball, the same boy have an asthma attack later that day, and an unnamed bastard counselor named Stryker bounce a kid into the pool off of the slippery wet pool deck and grate. And despite the 11 year old girls' endless attempts, they can't hook me up with any of the female counselors. Or tear my arms from my body. And if Gary asks me to tuck my shirt in again, I'm going to tuck it up his ass. If I'm not running from 25 kids in a spirited game of "Get Mr. Dustin," I'm busy being a host to these parasitic leech children, usually with one of them around each foot like two anchors making sure I can't drift too far out to shore, what with all the high tides I experience and everything. And these kids are the only ones who keep my sanity. Unfortunately, they also keep my whistle. And my extra shorts. And the keys to my car. I dread the day I go into work tired and cranky and give the first unfortunate soul who tries to jump on my back a bloody lip out of frustration. But as of yet, they don't know about my bad temper. Or my criminal record. Or the box of razor blades I keep in my top desk drawer. I must go now Diary, it's almost time for lunch. And I almost forgot about Billy. It's probably about time to uncuff him. I'll write again tomorrow. I love you.


Quote of the Day 6/15/99

Geoff into a crowded gym when a parent comes to pick up their child: "Jarret Davis! Let's go. You made bail."

-The taller Mr. Jungle Gym.


Mental note: Stay away from Stryker when near the pool.


Testing the boundaries of child abuse,

Mr. Dustin.


Still Standing Right Here...

Monday, June 14, 1999

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Let's see, where do I start? A lot has happened in this last forced sabbatical of mine. Well, here, I'll make it easy for you:

Car saga:
Lost one car at a gas station (blown head gasket)
Miraculously drove it 1/2 a mile to the mechanics to find this out
Bought Stryker's car (same car, lighter shade of blue, FaTKiD sticker)
Dropped insurance on old car and put plate on new car
Didn't get new car's insurance, registration, or inspection
Still don't have Maryland license yet
Really illegal stuff if they find out
Howard County Police will have old "abandoned" car impounded in 2 days
That's not good either
More news on this as it breaks

Apartment story:
Moved out of Ellicott City
Moved into Tor
It's a little more exciting than that, but that's all you need to know
And we have a vacant apartment for the rest of the month
That's kinda cool

Chicks:
Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Job:
Well, for the fourth year in a row, I'm spending the summer under the alias of Mr. Jungle Gym. UMBC's Summer Day Camp started today, and I've already found four 9-year old girls who like to do this clinging to my limbs thing not all too different from being drawn and quartered. (I'm making blind assumptions again). So it's already not all too different from the past 3 years at Camp Wonderfun. Except now I don't get to use the term "Camp Wonderfun" anymore. "UMBC Summer Day Camp" just doesn't have the same ring. I'll talk to Geoff in the meantime and work on that. Well, this quote came second hand from one of my alleged medieval prosecutors named Ashley. She has a 6 year old sister who apparently got a hold of some of Tony's textbooks or lost the remote with the TV stuck on CNN or invests in stock or something. Anyway, according to Ashley, her 6-yr-old sister, Sarah, went up to her parents out of the blue and said...


Quote of the Day 6/14/99

"Dad, forget about my allowance. Let's talk mutual funds."

-Sarah "the Negotiator"


I can't tell if that's funny. I'm tired. I was up at 6:30 AM today. I fell asleep at 6:30 AM yesterday. If you're doing the math, that means I slept twice in the same 24 hour span. That'll be the last time that happens this summer.



Back to the slave and grind,

Mr. Jungle Gym.


Still Standing Right Here...

Sunday, June 13, 1999

House Sitting

House Sitting

Well, I am now house sitting for the rest of the week and through the weekend. It's not a stressful job, but I promised them I'd do it, so I kinda should. It involves being there and "keeping the dog company" according to the instructions on the sheet the lady left me. I don't know exactly what that means. Sunday I went downstairs to watch a movie on their big screen TV they have in the basement and the dog sat upstairs the whole time doing a crossword puzzle. She doesn't play chess or tennis and isn't a great conversationalist, so I don't know what exactly I'm supposed to do here. I went to bed and left her there just sitting on the couch in the "den." I'll be damned if I'm going to go sleep in the living room with her, and even if I do, I'm not staying on the floor. The $125 a night doesn't cover that crap. So basically, all I have to do is be there and walk the dog every so often. This means I can go out for like 3 or 4 hours at a time. Maybe. I don't even really know. What pisses me off the most is that I can't find salt anywhere. Oh well. C'est la vie de loca.

One thing I love about the day camp and kids in general is when they outsmart "grown-ups" besides myself and I'm there to witness it. Such a thing happened earlier today. I was talking about aerobic exercise and stuff, and apparently I was doing a good job of pretending I knew what I was talking about, because Jeanie (our secretary) asked me a question with a few of the kids present...

Quote of the Day 6/13/99

Jeanie (18): "What does it mean when you can feel your heart beat in your stomach?"
Shannon (13): "That you're alive."

You wanna know what it means when you're breathing in and out regularly?

Walking the dog,

Coach.


Still Standing Right Here...

Monday, June 7, 1999

The Big Spam E-mail Where I Call Out My Friends

The Big Spam E-mail Where I Call Out My Friends

It looks like it's time for my annual spanking of the quote of the day list. You know how I usually do a movie review on Fridays? Well, this time, I'm doing a review on everybody's recent behavior with respect to my quote list. And I'll warn you, a lot of you won't like this.

Mike "Angus" Durgin's first response:
I knew doing a critique on The Phantom Menace would arouse a lot of opposition from people who liked the film. I was hoping it would stay under control. Mike was the first one to rock the proverbial e-mail boat. Though I NEVER appreciate anyone responding to all the people on my list (about 75% of which you've never heard of), especially to disagree with me, it was at least well written and topical. Possibly grammatically correct, I don't remember. And it had no original intention of starting what it had started. Besides, he may not have been around last time this happened. 3 bugs.

Chris Foster:
I know you know better. But I know you're a Star Wars freak and get a boner whenever anybody talks about it. I heard about the ETs, and though your insight is a little bit interesting and topical, just because Mike replied to the list doesn't qualify it as a Star Wars chat group. There are people on this list from California and Tennessee who don't know you, barely know me, and certainly don't care about Star Wars. Make your own list please. If you have anything like that to share with anybody, tell me and I'll give you credit for the comment when I mention it. I know it might sound egotistical of me, but you saw what it can do. 0 bugs, 1 quote probation.

Eric "Quez" Jacques:
OK. Eric is possibly my newest addition to the list and definitely didn't know how annoyed I get at this kind of stuff. He's just a guy from Jessup trying desperately to fit in. I'll grant him a pardon. No rating.

Shannon "Tigress" Spence:
Sorry for being brutal Shannon, but that's as annoying as it gets. And you should definitely know better. At least it wasn't hurtful though. -3 bugs, 2 quotes suspension.

Andrew "Superproz" Prosnik:
I would have gotten to this earlier, but I was without a car, therefore unable to get to work to check my e-mail, and the computer was disassembled for a few days. Maybe a lot of this could have been avoided if I had checked my e-mail earlier. Anyway, he said most of what I wanted to say. Maybe it's not by definition Spam, but it is annoying mail that you guys have been sending. And his point was that you were sending it to people you don't even know. If you want to do this again, get a yahoo account and go to a chat room. Does anybody out there know who cc2017a@american.edu is? Do you think my mom and sister want to know if you saw Willow? I told you this might be cruel. I hate more than anything when people ask to be taken off the list because they get annoyed at all the pointless responses. I have to walk a thin line between being friends of the people that do this and trying to maintain order in my own mailing list. Anyway, I appreciate Proz trying to help me out in my own absence, but he still owes me a computer. 7 bugs.

Joe "Polish Prince/Prick" Kalinowski:
I recognize it as an insult, based on the fact that I know Joe... but I have no idea who it was directed toward. Proz? Me? Anybody willing to be offended by it? That's never been your strong suit. Tact isn't up there either. Now I have a question about why you want to pick this fight. What exactly is your motivation? Streets of Jessup quiet tonight? Basically, what you're doing is fighting for Quez's right to my list. I don't get it, Joe. I'll just assume you were drunk or something, but I don't appreciate you picking on friends of mine for no reason other than just to be a bully. It was pointlessly degrading for a cause I'm not so sure you even really believe in. But I do owe you for that whole scam I pulled on you last year when I e-mailed everybody from your account telling them you were gay. -5 1/2 bugs, no probation.

Tim Wood:
Bravo, Tim. Tim was the subject of something like this that happened last year, and he now knows what kind of harm anarchy can cause. And he didn't even really offend anybody either. And he doesn't owe me a computer. 8 bugs, 4 gold stars.

Steve "Weed" Phillips:
I have virtually nothing left to say after that excellent grasp of what the quote list has historically been about. Weed does, however, have the advantage of having been with the list from conception, so he has seen all the ups and downs and the ins and outs and the backs and forths of what happens when crap like this... happens. But then again, so have Shannon and Foster. But I tigress... At any rate, Weed hit the head right in the nose on several occasions. First of all, I know all of you have a quote of the day application, and that was given out for a reason. Secondly, this is not a Star Wars Fan Club or Jar-Jar Binks Hate Club chat room. There are other places for that where people actually want to hear about it. My third and major point, which Weed touched on, but didn't express completely, is this: This is my list. No one on here knows everybody on here except me. Hell, there are about 10 or 15 people on here I don't even know. People have sent me messages saying that they heard about how funny my quotes are or how well I write, and there is no greater moment than getting one of those messages. This list is my hobby and my life. I have spent about 4 1/2 years building this social group of people who enjoy getting these messages from me daily (yeah, I know). Or at least a select group of people who don't mind it. If any of you don't want to be on my list, I'll understand, but I like writing and this gives me an opportunity to do so. I have a following who likes to hear from me. For those of you unable to appreciate it, I apologize and I have a feeling I'll be getting a few requests of people that want to be removed from this list after this message. But this is what I'm dealing. If any of you have something to tell everybody you know, tell everybody you know. My list is like a possession of mine, and I'm very possessive. Just ask my ex-girlfriends. Hell, I think they're all on here. But a lot of people get annoyed, and it's more than just hitting the delete key. Especially when the messages are degrading toward other people on the list. Well, I think I've said enough for now. I hope you can all understand where I'm coming from. And Weed had another thing right. I'm using this list as a foundation for at least a book and a website, and hopefully, possibly, a future stand up routine. It means more to me than you guys think. When I look back at my life, the quote of the day will tell the story of it. I know a lot of you can't appreciate that, but at least humor me. If you have any comments for me, mail them to me and me only please. Thank you. 10 bugs and a medal of honor.

Tony Harris:
Boy, is this hard. For a few reasons. On one hand, he responded to the entire list like I hate, but on the other hand, it was funny, which is exactly what the quote of the day was founded on. On one hand, he offended Proz, who tried to take matters into his own hands maturely by e-mailing Angus and only Angus. On the other hand, he offended Joe. And he's already pissed at me for showing up to help move in late today. And he's paying the first month's rent. But since it was at least light-hearted and funny, I can't be too mad at him. 5 bugs and he has to take out the trash for the first month.

Mike "Angus" Durgin's second response:
Why did you respond just to me if you wanted everybody to see it? I'm officially saying I don't like it when people respond to messages on the list. It would be OK every once in a while if I could trust everybody on the list to behave. History has proven that they can't. Over and over again. I wouldn't mind a reply every once in a while, especially something like Tony's message, but that brings up the problem again about what is funny and what isn't. That's why I made the application. At least if it isn't funny, it's what I think is funny, and that's what keeps the list going around and around. Maybe I should have everybody sign a disclaimer from now on. And I know everything that you said to Proz when it was just you, him and me in the e-conversation. I don't see the point in bringing it up now except to try to make an ass out of Proz and flex your computer knowledge for everybody. I will grant you a pardon because you haven't been through this before, but when you tell Proz to ask me what I really want from the list and don't do the same yourself, and instead you just assume you are right, you are being a little bit of a hypocrite, a term that has been going around a little recently. Proz mailed you because he's been here before and knows that I don't appreciate it. I'm sure you know that by now, so I won't pound you in the head with it anymore, but his experience-based suggestions and playfully sarcastic undertone was met with brazen (and incorrect) assumptions and unnecessarily sharp and belittling retorts. Let it die here. -4 bugs and a proverbial e-slap on the wrist.

Well, that brings an end to all that. I hope. Basically, I like the fact that I own the list and I use it for the explicit purpose of inspiring me to try to write comedy every day. Sure, all these people have to do is delete your message, which is generally what I do when I get chain mail or joke forwards when I don't have time to read them. But these are lists that friends of mine have made that include me on them because they know I appreciate that sort of stuff (or I'm at least too nice to tell them I don't :-)). I don't like the exploitation of my list because you guys don't have one of your own. Sort of like how I wouldn't like you guys getting a hold of my address book and calling random people in it, telling them that you are a friend of mine, and trying to start a conversation that way. Solicited or unsolicited. Spam or a slightly more pure meat substitute. It just feels like you're riding the coat tails of my popularity. Make your own list. Put me on it. Looking back over my list, I doubted even Tony could name half of the people I had on the list, and I know nobody else can come near that close. So please don't abuse the privilege that, as Mike pointed out to us, is available to everyone as a standard feature. If necessary, I will change to do that carbon copy thing, however it works, which probably isn't hard. I was just hoping it wouldn't be necessary. Well, I'm going to take a few days off of the quote again to let this thing simmer down (and to watch my new 440 stations of digital cable). Write me your thoughts please. Good or bad. I'm gonna go talk to my new stripper neighbors now.

Keeper of the quotes,

The Quorax.


Still Standing Right Here...

Saturday, June 5, 1999

Dueling Fantasies

Dueling Fantasies
Hey everybody. I just thought I'd drop you a line to say that I'm still alive and still plan on tackling another season as the Quorax to all of you faithfulish subscribers. Sorry I fell behind recently, but I had a girlfriend for a week, I was in New Jersey for a week, and I don't really have a good excuse for last week. Let's just say I was trapped under something heavy. But all things considered, I'm back, I hope. Hey, I decided to try this fantasy football league thing for the first time. It looks pretty fun. If anybody is interested, let me know before next Sunday when games start and I'll tell you how to join. On a surprisingly related note, Mike and Tony were having a conversation over AOL and here's a little snibbit of it:

Quote Of the Day 6/5/99

Tonedef6: "You a chess fan? "
MJConover7: "I'm in a Fantasy League, but that's it. "


I get Kasparov. He does the musical numbers really well.


Rook for a rook,
Mr. Bishophead.


Still Standing Right Here...

Wednesday, June 2, 1999

A Car Obituary

-From the Baltimore Sun's Obituaries page, June 2, 1999-

Mobile Jr., Pimp

Of natural causes on Monday, May 31st, 1999, PIMP MOBILE JR., dark blue not-so-beloved vehicle of Dustin Fisher, with no real other relations and only 3 functional windows. Pimp Jr. was a ripe young 13 years of age when he suddenly suffered a blowby in his head gasket in a gas station in Columbia, MD Monday. Sources have not yet confirmed the cause of the vehicle's sudden blowby, but Columbia-area mechanic, Earl, suggests that "this is just the way shit happens sometimes, dude."

Earl added that he had trouble believing that the alleged "piece of shit lasted him this long."

PIMP-MOBILE JR., also known as "That Stupid Car" and "Fucking Piece Of Shit," will be missed by hardly anyone, as Dustin is reportedly "almost glad" to have to get rid of it. Friends may call at Smitty's Scrap Metal and Tanning Salon, MD. 1212 W. Snake Belly Path, Columbia (behind the sewage plant), on Thursday 3 to 5 and 7 to 9. Wake service 8 P.M. Funeral Liturgy (Mass) on Friday, June 2 at 10 AM at St. Jude's Community Church for the Damned, Scaggsville. Contributions may be made to The Pimp-Mobile Fund, Athletics and Recreation, UMBC, 1000 Hilltop Circle, Baltimore, MD 21250.

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Well, this quote came from a little while ago, back when I had a car. Last Tuesday, Tony and Chris and I went to Fells Point to celebrate their graduation. They got the luxury of drinking all they wanted and I didn't, being the responsible designated driver that night. Well, another group of people that we had run into were arguing over who was soberest enough to drive back home. Tony told them something along the lines of "that's why we brought Dustin." To this, I muttered some disapproving retort of "So, that's the only reason you brought me? Just so you could have somebody to drive you back?"...


Quote of the Day 6/2/99

"Not really. I also need to crash at your place."

-Tony Tonal Toner


It's nice to be loved. My outfits also make him look cooler.


Mourning Pimp Jr.'s death,

Widowed Cricket.


Still Standing Right Here...

Tuesday, June 1, 1999

It Ain't Omaha

It Ain't Omaha

I know I didn't tell you all to warn you, but I was going to take this week off of quote duty because I have the week off of work and I was supposed to be spending it in PA with my parents. Well, my car didn't see fit to acknowledge that request. Instead, it decided to blow it's head gasket. I don't know too much about cars, but I imagine the head gasket is the one in charge. And he's an expensive little guy too. He's gonna cost me about $1100 to replace. That's almost twice as much as the cost of the vehicle. And I'm not even factoring in the cost of the window to get replaced. So I'm probably just gonna get a new car. "New" meaning "different" in this case. In fact, I'm toying with the idea of buying Stryker's car. Get this: It's the same make and model (Olds Cutlass Ciera), but his is a year older and in much better condition. So I would feel right at home in the car almost immediately, and I have every spare part I could possibly need. Except a head gasket of course. Or maybe I could just start training one of my car's worker gasket's to eventually take over if I need him to one day. I think I'm gonna actually need to research this a little more. But anyway, this might be the end of all that endless complaining I've been doing about the car. I'm kinda pissed it ended this way. I always figured I'd crash the damn thing first.

I spent the weekend in Dayton, Ohio watching a bowling tournament, which is something I hope to never have to say again. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all that bad, it just wasn't Omaha. I tried using that volleyball angle to pick up chicks again, figuring last time was a fluke. I thought it was working, until she decided to casually mention her boyfriend three hours into the conversation. And I dropped every hint in the book. You'd think she'd have picked up on it. I even asked her about her bracelet: Gift from her father, she says. Smooth sailing, I figure. Shit.

This quote came from Billy, the bowler I went to Dayton with this past weekend. We had a long ass drive up there (9 hours), and his car apparently doesn't have perfect alignment. The car would drift every once in a while from lane to lane when he wasn't paying too much attention. I was writing something down on the way there and all the sudden he jerked the car back into the lane after it had gradually creeped out of it and got within inches away from the left barrier wall. I looked up in fear and then looked over at him. He looked back at me before I said anything and very defensively yells out...


Quote of the Day 6/1/99

"What!?!?! It's not like I can control which way this thing goes!"

-Billy the Bowler


It's probably one of those new Kias. Mind of their own.


Back on foot again,

Running Cricket.


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