Questions you need the answer to.

[Jizzelbin]

It was an absent punctuation mark.

Yeah, I don't know about whatever differently-abled guitar-shaped thing left outside, probably supposed to be an art thing or something. Those people smoke a lot of weed, and are therefore children or Italians. ETA relax you people: Italians are fine being the children of Europeans, and they hate the French, so get off my back. It's a joke.

But I just got this email from a place I do, which wants me to waste a bunch of time doing some survey, so I open the message, thinking "Hey, maybe I can get some stuff!"

Here's the come-on: "Upon completion of the survey, you will have the option to enter a drawing to win three months of free towel membership. We will award this to 20 people, so make sure to enter the drawing."

Yep, uh, no. Being an adult, I already own towels, and being not in South Park, my towels are just fine not having membership.

Srsly, my question is, is this the lamest enticement or what?

[Jizzelbin]

OK, then, maybe you also know why was there an old, taped up guitar sitting outside the burrito shop?

Was there an old, taped-up hippie standing next to it with an old, taped-up dog nearby? Regardless of the answer, just face the fact that you live in Santa Cruz. [If you actually do, I'm sorry if I outed you, but, c'mon, that's kind of a thing waiting to happen. I always pictured you in a lighthouse.]

[Jizzelbin]

Also, in a physics chapter about Faraday's Law and magnetic induction, the primary author apparently OK'd in the preamble some stuff about "That's why rock and roll and punk guitars work!" (Yes, he said it as rock and punk, two different things). And then followed up in the next paragraph by calling back his "rock guitar" thing.

My stupid questions (a) are his audiences thinking "rock" and "punk" are, in 2012 or whatever the pubDate of this book is are cool, as opposed to any other genre that uses passive-electronic guitars or pianos? and (b) ever heard of a microphone dipshit?

I know for a fact (well, a true fact, probably) these people are neither stupid nor autistic, so I conclude it is meant to stimulate small-group discussion, I suppose. I mean, come on. "Yep, that's me, when I think of magnetic induction of current, I think PUNK ROCK RAWERR!!!! and not microphones and that wussy crap! That's fer sissies because RAWARRRRR punk rock!"

[Rube E. Tewesday]

Why do people get in one door in a crowded subway train and elbow their way through a bunch of people so they can stand in another door?

[Rube E. Tewesday]

Also, why would jizzelbin picture me in a lighthouse?

[Jizzelbin]

Also, why would jizzelbin picture me in a lighthouse?

How the fuck should I know?

Also, I need the answer to why people NOT wear earplugs. Like, now, or whatever.

Because it occurred and also happened to me today the realization if you're someplace you may need to have some stuff going on perceptual, just pop those the right out.

No, it occurred to me I don't want to sit, even in an urban park, with earplugs in. Because popo.

[Jizzelbin]

Eh whatever spent a few hrs rapping w guy who thinks there is ghosts in this condo clubhouse

Being practiccing catholc i say yes probably and being not diwhonfferently-abledi guess so who knows.

My question: I guess most people irl consider me pretty smrt or whatever. so am i a retard for believing in crazy shit like ghosts and whatever?

[Trojan Man]

I would consider such a belief as irrational, as it can't be proven. But ''retarded'' might be kinda overkill.

[Jizzelbin]

Yeah but my real question -- next morn

ing I remember having shown my buddy my form against a 4x4" board. Yes, I actually made a dent, but my hands hurt.

And in context he was showing me how elbows can be like sharp knives in boxing. Don't remember why I started wailing agin this structural post, but it was awesome, I guess.

Good exercise, at least.

Oh yeah so back to question, why is it that I can have raised fluid areas on my knuckles, and some pain, but still play piano? I'm guessing the style of piano I play doesn't need so much haptic response to know what is the right note or whateve. Maybe I'm just that good, but whatever. So, broader question, but am not going to formulate it proper.

[Rube E. Tewesday]

Why do so many people who sit on the sidewalk beggng for change have really nice, well-fed dogs?

[Elendil's Heir]

Maybe they let their dogs forage? Or people are just more willing to give food to a dog than money to a beggar?

[Jizzelbin]

Why do so many people who sit on the sidewalk beggng for change have really nice, well-fed dogs?

Cause they are fucking assholes? I don't give a shit if some turd wants to have a pet, but I always reserve the right to call them mouth-breathers, whether out-loud or just in my head. Stupid dog-having cunt-lapping pieces of crap.

[Elendil's Heir]

So... you like them, then?

[Jizzelbin]

So... you like them, then?

Don't mind the older guys, the vets, the crazies, the rummies -- they can have a dog if they want. ETA they probably get scraps from a kindly restaurant worker. Hain't you never seen Lady and The Tramp?

The young punks in their twenties, they should be curb-stomped, sprayed with a firehose, and have everything they hold dear stomped into small pieces in front of them.

They just have a really shit attitude in general, and I think it would be funny if some serial killer started cutting them into little bits.

ETA and yes it's true their dogs are .... wait a minute. Their dogs are always scroungy pieces of shit dogs. Well, then they're fucking assholes for that, too, just take their scroungy little mutts out to a farm in the country. No one wants to see that shit.

[Jizzelbin]

Actually I have a good question.

So, sometimes I put one of those fruit-"flavored" malt liquor "drinks" (carbonated variety!) in the inside pocket of a windbreaker, when I need to have two hands to do shit or whatever, and it pretty often spills all over my jacket and shit.

I don't try to, but it usually does.

Sothe stench of this is fucking hard to get out, but the stench is extremely powerful, and I can't afford to be running laundry every few days just because of one coat that got some shit spilled on it.

Whatever, I don'tcare about thar. But IMO and from some not-inconsiderable experience, it doesn't smell like alcohol. Certainly not beer which IMO is unmistakeable, just a weird, sweet smell.

So, ......

oh fwiw i have found hand-washing even though i don't laver-a-main stuff have, it actually works. something to consider if u regularly spill malt liquoor on your clothes. als0 a desideratum is not being afraid to wash by hand yr clothes.

[Jizzelbin]

oH i HAVE A MORE serious one. What's the likelihood of getting hauled up on charges in general US state common law for just berating someone verbally but with a calm demeanor, as in "you fucking fat bitch I hope you and your whore son suck a bunch of dicks in prison, you stupid fat bitch, and if you ever cut me off in traffic again I will make you eat a horse cock and smell it after i shove it up your ass you disgusting human being."

So, like that's fine to say and whatever, and since delivered calmly with out a threatening affect, there's no criminal culpability.

But I guess my real question could I just call someone like that a big black nubian diamond-robbing cunt-whore, flip her off, maybe twice, and be like yeah, what you going to do about, you fucking ethiopian bitch? and also chew my rod for drill, or whatever.

what about my children faggot neighbors -- this is not an apartment complex, but i occasionally just say in a manner that can probably be heard "you stupid hippie shithead faggot scooter-driving pieces of shit the next time i see you i will end you.....gottit, bunch of fags [they're just stupid kids ETA, maybe the 2/2^n people who seem to pile in out of their are not queers but who cares]? fuck you. you hear me fuck you!" yeah that's when i'm sick of hearing their fag scooters (low volume motorcycles) or looking at those fucking twinks."

oh my new....i guess she's renting the unit below me. i seem to enjoy just yelling out "you fucking fat cunt i will rape you and your steely dan sucks your face you fat fucking dumb cunt."

don't know why, i just don't really like her and i don't like people around me where i live i (a) know exist (b) know what they look like and (c) smell like.

they can suck my ass -- this is not a fucking apartment building, and if they don't like it, they can call the cops or just move. stupid morons.

[Jizzelbin]

Oh I bet I answered on my own common-sense most of that word-salady question. It's assault pretty much if someone feels afraid. No, I agree angrily shouting at the walls in my own place is OK, and you can't (well you can....but probably some consequences) say in a public or even private place something expressing....eh whatever, I was just wondering if anyone knew for sure what the line was for RL insulting people.

Pretty sure I could go up to someone IRL, rip a really loud fart while looking in the other direction, and then just walk away.

But here's a less insane question. I go to the downtown area of my hometown just right now, try to break in this new tobacco pipe, have a beer, get online off the Art Museum's wifi, and there's this squad of about twenty or two dozen cats with metal detectors scouring the earth.

Probably part of some club or something -- what exactly the hell are they doing? They don't seem to be cops so drinking my beer and toking on my tobacco pipe and chilling, but what's their deal, anyway? Bunch of nerds, I expect.

[Jizzelbin]

Oh I bet I answered on my own common-sense most of that word-salady question. It's assault pretty much if someone feels afraid. No, I agree angrily shouting at the walls in my own place is OK, and you can't (well you can....but probably some consequences) say in a public or even private place something expressing....eh whatever, I was just wondering if anyone knew for sure what the line was for RL insulting people.

Pretty sure I could go up to someone IRL, rip a really loud fart while looking in the other direction, and then just walk away.

But here's a less insane question. I go to the downtown area of my hometown just right now, try to break in this new tobacco pipe, have a beer, get online off the Art Museum's wifi, and there's this squad of about twenty or two dozen cats with metal detectors scouring the earth.

Probably part of some club or something -- what exactly the hell are they doing? They don't seem to be cops so drinking my beer and toking on my tobacco pipe and chilling, but what's their deal, anyway? Bunch of nerds, I expect.

[Jizzelbin]

Oh I ended up at another end of the park a bit ago, just gathering wool....overheard some of them saying "howmanyPennies u get?"

I conclude they were gathering loose change or something like that.

Still, pretty fucking weird, amirite? I'd not at all be surprised up at Central Park, but for here? Pretty fucking weird.

[Elendil's Heir]

I am not your lawyer, and this is not legal advice. In the U.S., you generally have a First Amendment right to express yourself to anyone else using language of your own choosing so long as you do not disturb the peace in doing so, and so long as your words do not cross the (admittedly sometimes vague) line into fighting words: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fighting_words. Whoever to whom you say such rude things to may still complain to local police, however, and local police - depending on their understanding of the law, their perception of the kind of problem you're causing, and the reaction of the person to whom you spoke - might then make your life less than pleasant in the short term.

May I also respectfully suggest, as a fellow Mellophanter, that insults based on others' race, ethnicity and sexual orientation are just as inappropropriate here as IRL.

[Jizzelbin]

May I also respectfully suggest, as a fellow Mellophanter, that insults based on others' race, ethnicity and sexual orientation are just as inappropropriate here as IRL.

Interesting -- never knew about the term of art "fighting words."

Thanks for that.

You know, somebody who was hassling me nonstop for some reason -- probably just didn't like me, it happens -- called the sheriffs on me, because I might have accidentally said allegedly "I'm going to break your dick off and shove it up your girlfriends ass." If I did say that, I'm sure it was warranted. No big, just a short conversation with the popo, nothing happened. Could have gone the other way, I guess. Always helps to have no warrants, be relatively clean-cut, well-spoken, respectful, and just to generally enjoy the police, to an extent. They notice that shit.

OK, I respect your views on use of certain kinds of insults. I presume you mean those insults not directed at other members, but those cited as indirect speech in the course of relating RL events? So, I can and will tone that down, as well as tuck it in, out of respect.

In all honesty, I don't know how that kind of thing seemed funny to me (not that I would say IRL to someone), probably in part in the interest of fair play. I despise protestants, wasps, white yuppies, nerds equally. I don't much like the idea of limiting one's vocabulary, except IRL, to protect the noble savages. They can fight their own battles, I feel.

But of respect for you and the board, I will tone it down. Or use euphemisms! Yeah, that's the ticket.

[Jizzelbin]

And also the US "tradition" of it being somehow inappropriate to have a beer on a park bench during lunch hour is ridiculous.

Obviously the police must and should have discretionary powers for out-of-control rummies, people pissing their pants, maybe around a children's playground, that kind of thing. But the vast majority of people who indulge, I don't think, aren't really the issue.

Oh, maybe it has something to do with, going back to salty language, that I always gravitate, and am on the best of terms, preferentially, even with minority culture in the US. Don't know how that happened, just many of the "minority" subcultures and ways of doing things are kind of what I'm used to. But there's a difference IRL in calling a buddy, even just someone I'm passing the time chatting with in the park and just met, a drunken Indian or a mandingo or whatever, and not recognizing that there may indeed be a way in which more abstract use of certain epithets has deleterious political consequences. To which I'm sensitive, and genuinely would like to extirpate.

Oh yeah, so what IS the deal with those metal detector geeks? I bet there's more to the story than just seeing who could find the most pennies. Would have asked one, but they were pretty damned intent, and some had those big-ass headphones on. Weird world, man.

[Elendil's Heir]

I never understood the metal detector guys (and gals) either. How much loot, realistically speaking, are they going to find? I think it's more of a hobby than anything.

As for alcohol, we Americans have seen all too well the toll that alcoholism takes. Temperance and prohibition both had their heyday here, but we remain somewhat ambivalent about alcohol even now. There are legal limits as to when and where you can legally buy and consume alcohol, and drinking during the workday is much less common now than it was in, say, the Sixties. As a government employee, I'm not even allowed to drink alcohol during the workday, but I can't say I chafe under that restriction. "Please consume responsibly" and "all things in moderation" are pretty much the norm in polite society (although there are always exceptions - college binge drinking springs to mind).

[Rube E. Tewesday]

I remember going to Vegas and seeing people casually strolling down the street drinking a beer or a cocktail. It looked odd, but in fact I saw less public drunkenness there than I have in places with very stict liquor laws. It's pretty much all culture, I think.

[Jizzelbin]

"Please consume responsibly" and "all things in moderation" are pretty much the norm in polite society (although there are always exceptions - college binge drinking springs to mind).

College students are part of "polite society"? I never knew that. Oh wait, Harold Loyd was polite and earnest, so the exception makes the rule, I guess.

FWIW I agree, though I would modify that polite consumption is the norm in contemporary society. There's a socially responsible way to drink, and then there's dive bars (the NONhipster ironic variety) and hobos sharing bottle after bottle staggering from storefront to storefront.

Seriously, your employers (wait a minute...I am a citizen and you work for ME...back to work, slave!) would tan your ass if you had a beer with lunch? I don't mean a three-martini lunch.

I understand the history of temperance in the US, somewhat -- well, not any kind of expert, but I've seen the classic Westerns...."Shall we gather by the river! The something something river!"

It's just it kind of chaps my ass that I can't have a glass of wine or a beer for a moment, not getting drunk, just as a nice accompaniment to a relaxing few moments outdoors enjoying people watching or socializing with a friend, without looking over my shoulder like I'm committing some breach of the social contract.

Besides, what's a picnic in a park without cold fried chicken, champagne, caviar, and that escort you paid for the girlfriend experience with?

Besides, IME, there is no country on earth unfamiliar with the downsides of alcohol or other drug use. Somalis I know have khat and are kind of ashamed of the stereotypes, Native American individuals I know still struggle with the memories of people they know who went off the reservation, so to speak, on ethanol. Frenchmen have the clochards, although they tend to IME just laugh at them.

I do agree it depends on the region of the US. I have never been to Vegas, nor probably ever will -- doesn't sound like my scene at all. I think there are some NYers here -- it's IME not generally thought of us a huge deal by the cops, though they will privately think you are an idiot if you don't keep it low and are chilled out, and if they get you, it will be poured out. Here on the left coast, otoh, it's like zomg you are corrupting the youth and polluting our little cow town with your filth! You will die! Get on the ground, motherfucker!

[Jizzelbin]

"Please consume responsibly" and "all things in moderation" are pretty much the norm in polite society (although there are always exceptions - college binge drinking springs to mind).

College students are part of "polite society"? I never knew that. Oh wait, Harold Loyd was polite and earnest, so the exception makes the rule, I guess.

FWIW I agree, though I would modify that polite consumption is the norm in contemporary society. There's a socially responsible way to drink, and then there's dive bars (the NONhipster ironic variety) and hobos sharing bottle after bottle staggering from storefront to storefront.

Seriously, your employers (wait a minute...I am a citizen and you work for ME...back to work, slave!) would tan your ass if you had a beer with lunch? I don't mean a three-martini lunch.

I understand the history of temperance in the US, somewhat -- well, not any kind of expert, but I've seen the classic Westerns...."Shall we gather by the river! The something something river!"

It's just it kind of chaps my ass that I can't have a glass of wine or a beer for a moment, not getting drunk, just as a nice accompaniment to a relaxing few moments outdoors enjoying people watching or socializing with a friend, without looking over my shoulder like I'm committing some breach of the social contract.

Besides, what's a picnic in a park without cold fried chicken, champagne, caviar, and that escort you paid for the girlfriend experience with?

Besides, IME, there is no country on earth unfamiliar with the downsides of alcohol or other drug use. Somalis I know have khat and are kind of ashamed of the stereotypes, Native American individuals I know still struggle with the memories of people they know who went off the reservation, so to speak, on ethanol. Frenchmen have the clochards, although they tend to IME just laugh at them.

I do agree it depends on the region of the US. I have never been to Vegas, nor probably ever will -- doesn't sound like my scene at all. I think there are some NYers here -- it's IME not generally thought of us a huge deal by the cops, though they will privately think you are an idiot if you don't keep it low and are chilled out, and if they get you, it will be poured out. Here on the left coast, otoh, it's like zomg you are corrupting the youth and polluting our little cow town with your filth! You will die! Get on the ground, motherfucker!

[Jizzelbin]

Here's a legitimate question: I have been begrudgingly, biting and scraping, trying to get used to my new pipe.

Not in love with the sanded, smooth veneer -- it doesn't seem to take to smashing against concrete or other hard surfaces as well as my other one did, without getting all scuffed.

"Wah wah I'm such a delicate pipe, dont hurt me!"

Seems like kind of a puss for a pipe. My other one was like Quint from *Jaws* -- this is more like Alain Delon from *the samourai*. Fucking french people.

But given the thickness of the joint between the shank and tenon of the mouthpiece, and it claims to be "Made in France" (there's some other stuff embossed there, but that's the biggest and the only writing I can be bothered to read, except for the numeral "2" which is also on there), do you think some french prick thought it would be funny to make a Magritte-looking pipe?

I only say that because of the thickness of the mouthpiece-bowl joint, in diameter.

It also draws kind of tight even when empty of all the shit in it.

Thin and hard, like a Frenchwoman!

Yeah, so that's my question. Do you think somebody thought it would be funny to make a Magritte pipe, just out of aesthetics, possibly for export? Because I can tell you nobody knows what the fuck I'm talking about in France -- they're too busy watching soccer and drinking wine and hitting on their daughters' schoolfriends.

[Rube E. Tewesday]

That's your problem. You bought what you thought was a Magritte pipe, but if you could read French, you would see that it plainly says: "This is not a pipe."

[Jizzelbin]

That's your problem. You bought what you thought was a Magritte pipe, but if you could read French, you would see that it plainly says: "This is not a pipe."

Do not taunt Jizzelbin! Ever!

And FTR I didn't think it looked like a Magritte pipe in the shop -- it just had a bent stem, pretty big bowl, was not sandblasted finish, and just was the plainest one they had.

That guy who sold it to me was a pretty crappy old geezer, though. I liked the guy who sold me my previous one, at the tobacco shop in Buffalo with the Jerry Garcia mural on the outside brick wall, I think up on Hertel. He was cool, and gave me some pointers, and threw in a little velveteen sack with a drawstring and a pipe tool.

This old fart gave me two books of matches. Fucking old people who think they are the shit. "Oh, yes, I am a wise elder with my Meerschaum pipe and tinted shooting glasses and my Aqualung beard, and you are just a stupid gen xer who probably thinks he knows *sooo* much....You young kids are worms!"

Well, that was his vibe, anyway.

So the break-in process, get the cake, scuff it up, and make it *my* pipe.

[Elendil's Heir]

...Seriously, your employers (wait a minute...I am a citizen and you work for ME...back to work, slave!) would tan your ass if you had a beer with lunch? I don't mean a three-martini lunch....

Well, any drinking of alcohol during work hours is officially prohibited. Beer, wine, martinis - doesn't matter. As a disciplinary matter, I wouldn't get my ass tanned, but I could be reprimanded, docked pay or ultimately fired if I kept at it. I am rarely ever tempted to drink during the work day and have never actually done so, so it's not a big deal for me.

[Jizzelbin]

Damn I had an interesting reply with some anecdotes, but connection died so I lost it.

There's this local microbrewery chain with something called "Workingman's Ale" (no-alcohol). It sounds like a Merle Haggard tune, which is awesome, but somehow I don't think someone's breath reeking of beer, alcoholic or not, is going to fly in too many places.

[Rube E. Tewesday]

I'm reminded of that old Simpsons cartoon where Apu reveals that he has a secret staircase where the non-alcoholic beer is supposed to be.

Lisa: Wow, a hidden staircase. But what do you do if someone wants a non-alcoholic beer?

Apu: You know, it's never come up...

[The Original An Gadaí]

I am wondering why Gerry Adams was arrested this week.

[The Original An Gadaí]

...Seriously, your employers (wait a minute...I am a citizen and you work for ME...back to work, slave!) would tan your ass if you had a beer with lunch? I don't mean a three-martini lunch....

Well, any drinking of alcohol during work hours is officially prohibited. Beer, wine, martinis - doesn't matter. As a disciplinary matter, I wouldn't get my ass tanned, but I could be reprimanded, docked pay or ultimately fired if I kept at it. I am rarely ever tempted to drink during the work day and have never actually done so, so it's not a big deal for me.

I do a Don Draper or Black Books in the bookshop.

[Jizzelbin]

What in hell do they make "Ace" brand "indestructable" combs out of?

I plunked down 0.33USD at a drugstore this PM and it said "indestructible" but didn't have the stones to test drive it right in front of the cashier. Yes, I guess I might be a giant puss. Just didn't seem polite, and also seemed ridiculous at the time, and also I probably forget. Or whatever.

WTF? This isn't sharp, soft tines (or whatever the word is), but it damned well is not an Ace (half of one resides in a ass pocket -- dont know where the other half is.)

So why does "Ace" or whatever have the knowledge to make plastic white man combs and no one else?

Serious Q BTW. Plastic is just better in Ace. But do they have like the Colonel's recipe? Or what?

[Jizzelbin]

Also, I bought a new black T shirt on the way back home -- $4.79 after discount, as opposed to the $12.00 after sale price Dickies (better -- thicker cotton, had breast pocket worse -- more expensive, had insignia on frontispiece) or an equivalent Carharrt or whatever for after sale price like $14.97 or something.

Oh shit I forgot my question.....well, I can't remember. TNP has actually removed advertising logos from clothes before, like I did with my Carharrt (sp?) coat about a decade or more ago).

Oh shit I completely forgot. Question.....yeah, OK, fine, why do they put breast pockets on T-shirts when those who use breast pockets know DAMN well that the slightest weight put on that pocket makes it stretch the neck out to hell? Only thing is good for is (a) foam earplugs (b) wood matches (for chewing on a la Sly in *Cobra) and (c) flash drive.

This is my first Tshirt not in a plastic bag or without a design or logo or whatever that doesn't have a pocket, and it was a hard decision, because I need a bunch of shit where I kin git to it easily (but not my notebooks and pencils, which need to go in overshirt because of the saggy greaseball factor). NO NO FANNYPACKEVEr even though that's probably about the best. Shit no. Not unless I have hot led in there.

Fuck, oh well, at least this will stave off feeding the bitch laundry machine one more day without having to go in public unironically wearing a shirt with Miler High Life logo on it while probably appearing destitute. Eh, not my poblem.

I forgot what my question was.

So, you do it.

[Elendil's Heir]

Why does my neighbor mow his lawn three or four times a week? It's not growing THAT fast.

[Jizzelbin]

Some people are like that.

My downstairnikeh showers every day. I can hear the fan from my bathroom. Does she have a bad odor problem? Does she change out of her white-collar clothes in her BMW 5-series and go to work in the sewers?

Weird. I believe in hygiene and not smelling, but that's ridiculous. The French know! Ask them!

[Elendil's Heir]

I shower every day. It's not at all unusual in the U.S.

[The Original An Gadaí]

Why is it that so many people in this town of over 50,000 know every detail of my damn business?

[Elendil's Heir]

It's not easy being at the center of an Irish Security Service investigation, is it?

[Jizzelbin]

PIRA sounds like a tire company

[The Original An Gadaí]

It's not easy being at the center of an Irish Security Service investigation, is it?

I just answer every question they ask with "via the Cleveland office".

[Rube E. Tewesday]

Why was the crazy homeless guy begging for change on the corner wearing a (fairly) clean lab coat over his otherwise bare chest?

[Elendil's Heir]

Why did the [redacted] Police Department take so long in letting us know they wanted a guy held on an arrest warrant, that he'd already been allowed to leave the courtroom by then?

[Jizzelbin]

Something with computers, I'm guessing. Or Bradley Whitford-style moustaches.

[Jizzelbin]

What is the preferred brand of spray paint for writing that is extremely quiet when applying paint, and can be concealed in the palm of one hand?

[Jizzelbin]

Oh and that is not for doing anything bad like vandalism. OK, it totally is, but so what.

But new question, for tobacco people. So, my new pipe is finally stopped being a little bitch and now it is officially sort of my Tunt. So I scrounged up the 15USD and got some new (to me) brand of drugstore pipe tobacco. Instead of Black Cavendish, it's "Black and Gold." Whatever. I usually put in menthol 075 oz for 1.25USD which is really cigarette rolling tobacco branded as pipe tobacco, but it's cheap, but I'm working through this proper (cheap) pipe tobacco, just because it's somewhat more convenient.

WTF is it so damned moist that it sounds like a fucking gurgling assneck shit coming out my mouth? Hate it. It's like I have to dump the bowl and pack a fresh one every time it gets a bit iffy. Bullshit.

I'm going back to dry, cheap tinder. Even then, it seems this slightly more deep bowl collects more moisture in the form of gunk than I'm used to. I'm not a pipe connoisseur -- I just hate cigarettes and like having something to occupy me mildly when sitting for my usual 18+ hours a day doing stuff, and not having to pay attention to nerd crap like "zomg is it lit???!!!" Just something that is kind of there, like a little canciferous buddy.

[Rube E. Tewesday]

Who sells comic books on a street corner? Who buys comic books from guys selling comic books on a street corner?

[Jizzelbin]

No one. Wasn't that in the Gaddis the large-size rant about reproductions of planar visual artifacts? I think you have to go Roy Lichtenstein for the full story, in person. Wait, that doesn't work.

Who shows up early for a final and meets the instructor only to be told, "No, next week it is! It's on the course website." Gawd. Internet is for making jokes and screwing around. The calendar on my wall is for dates, color-coordinated with Sharpies of varying widths.

Ant and the grasshopper is pretty good -- to be ready and given a reprieve to fine-tune small-scale deficiencies. OTOH, the (maybe apocryphal) FDos tale about him having been tortured by his captors by having his reprieve from execution be granted moments before execution, multiple times, is also a pessimist's take, but I feel fucking great.