Can you guess who is who?
Git, Smash, Thundra, Totem (in no particular order).
Per Totem's suggestion, I took a picture in the lavatory.
I would have also taken a picture of Smash indisposed, but he was hiding in a toilet cubicle.
And, for the lonely ladies out there, a new wallpaper.
As you can see, my photochopping skills are second to none.
Edited, Thu May 20 02:27:03 2004 by Thundra
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I hate you.
I mean that in a nice way.
I mean that in a nice way.
from left to right: You, Totem, Smash, Gitslayer
@#$%^&*()*&(*#&(*&(*%&(#*&()*#&%)#&)#(%& !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dyslexia!
Edited, Thu May 20 16:05:24 2004 by Kaolian
@#$%^&*()*&(*#&(*&(*%&(#*&()*#&%)#&)#(%& !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dyslexia!
Edited, Thu May 20 16:05:24 2004 by Kaolian
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hmm, I can't get them to work. Oh well, I guess I can just wait in suspense a little longer.
Nexa
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Quote:
from right to left: You, Totem, Smash, Gitslayer
Actually, I think I agree with Kao. This explains so much. I was holding out hope at least one of the triumvarate was a person of color.
And no, jewish doesn't count. If there were such a thing as "überwhite", the jewish people would be it, no matter what Hitler thought.
Edited, Thu May 20 07:12:10 2004 by Atomicflea
Oh and Smash, your hair has reached new dimensions. That look is very "Ellen."
Isn't it, from left to right, Totem, Thundra, Smash, Gitslayer?
You're all pretty darn hot though, and Thundra is even prettier than I thought. ;)
Nexa
You're all pretty darn hot though, and Thundra is even prettier than I thought. ;)
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Wow, major hottie fest going on on the left side. 
You two must be looking at some other picture.
Haha. Ok, I was wrong.
I have to admit that I wish I could have been there.
Tacosid
I have to admit that I wish I could have been there.
Tacosid
I voted for the other guy.
So did you guys all stick to safe topics or was there a big argument over religion or politics, haha?
Actually, I'm not sure there are any safe topics. Maybe food. Really though, did you all have a good time?
Nexa
Actually, I'm not sure there are any safe topics. Maybe food. Really though, did you all have a good time?
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Wow - what a bunch of cuties!
What's bred in the bone will not out of the flesh.
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So did you guys all stick to safe topics or was there a big argument over religion or politics, haha?
I feel pretty good about Kao's answer. Granted, we all knew Smash anyway.
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Maybe Kao meant from left to right, instead of right to left then? I guess we could use the letters provided, haha. A: Totem, B: Thundra, C: Smash, D: Gitslayer. At least that's my guess!
Next time, have one in Boston or something so I can still not go but at least be tempted!
Nexa
Next time, have one in Boston or something so I can still not go but at least be tempted!
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Yeah, I assumed me meant left to right. Who the hell lists things right to left? This is America!! 
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Maybe he meant THEIR right!
That's still just wrong though.
Nexa
That's still just wrong though.
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Lol, no Jophiel, the only topics we discussed were "Origins of the Universe" and "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance."
Ok, we did kinda talk about motorcycles.
Totem
Ok, we did kinda talk about motorcycles.
Totem
I have a pirate thing going on there, what with my squint and all.
"Arrrrrrr, matey! I'll have me some hamburger to keep the little Jewish ladies off your poopdeck. And throw the fries in the scuppers, will ye?"
Totem
"Arrrrrrr, matey! I'll have me some hamburger to keep the little Jewish ladies off your poopdeck. And throw the fries in the scuppers, will ye?"
Totem
You do have a little Popeye action happening, there.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
Lol! I'm kind of glad I couldn't make it after all, I'm sure I would have gotten carded a lot and people would have been struggling to guess which one of you old farts is my father.
One thing about Canters that really struck me as hilarious was the gay Jewish maitre'd --he was gay right? Flamboyant, pink button down Izod shirt, hands flapping as he talked, but what made me want to bust out laughing was the "Oh, vey!" and "Oy, gevalt!" said in that oh-so-stereotypical Jewish manner. He made a terrific host, but I guess I was unprepared for the quintessential Jewish man acting so... quintessentially... Jewish. I half expected him to start telling us us about his Aunt Esther who has tuberculosis.* He coulda had a guy with black-face on come out and bus our table, lol.
Totem
*Brighton Beach reset
Totem
*Brighton Beach reset
Was he circumcised?
Are you all able to pick out our resident born-in-the-barrios Mexican? You are correct! That swarthy individual on the right is not the kitchen help, it's our own dear dear Gitslayer who missed an opportunity to pull one over on Smash and masquarade as me (I arrived a bit late due to traffic).
Let me tell you, Jewish ladies young and old alike (but particularly the blue hairs) were swooning at the hunk-a-hunka man flesh sitting there eating Ruebens when I walked in and spied them. There were offers of homemade chicken noodle soup and matzo balls a'plenty if only one of these properly circumsized young men would just sweep them off their feet and take them home. Sadly however, me coming through the door looking like a young Aryan skinhead quickly scared them off as oven doors were padlocked shut and signs with the big red circle with the bar cutting diagonally across it with the words "Krystaal Nacht" inside were placed in the window. Talk also ceased as I goosestepped through the restaurant rapping my swagger stick sharply across the back of elderly people's hands, breaking both blood vessels and thin decalcified bones.
I knew just who these young men were because when the talking aburptly stopped, all that was heard was the voice of our shaggy haired fiend, errr, friend Smasharoo decrying the vast right wing conspiracy. I made the **** salute, snapped my fingers for the waiter to bring me some sour kraut and brautwurst and sat down to make our introductions...
(to be continued)
Totem
Let me tell you, Jewish ladies young and old alike (but particularly the blue hairs) were swooning at the hunk-a-hunka man flesh sitting there eating Ruebens when I walked in and spied them. There were offers of homemade chicken noodle soup and matzo balls a'plenty if only one of these properly circumsized young men would just sweep them off their feet and take them home. Sadly however, me coming through the door looking like a young Aryan skinhead quickly scared them off as oven doors were padlocked shut and signs with the big red circle with the bar cutting diagonally across it with the words "Krystaal Nacht" inside were placed in the window. Talk also ceased as I goosestepped through the restaurant rapping my swagger stick sharply across the back of elderly people's hands, breaking both blood vessels and thin decalcified bones.
I knew just who these young men were because when the talking aburptly stopped, all that was heard was the voice of our shaggy haired fiend, errr, friend Smasharoo decrying the vast right wing conspiracy. I made the **** salute, snapped my fingers for the waiter to bring me some sour kraut and brautwurst and sat down to make our introductions...
(to be continued)
Totem
After sitting down to our meal and finding out all sorts of juicy gossip about these two, Gitslayer decides it's time to take us on a tour of the eye-popping sights and sounds of Sunset Blvd. Unfortunately, we arrived in between shifts of the hookers, so there was no "eyecandy" to be beheld.
Seething with anger at this presumed rebuff, Gitslayer stalked off aimlessly (he gets lost easily) in search of further prey. It was then that Smash calmed him down and steered him in the direction of a local high school (a mere Bataan Death's March away) where Git attempted to insert himself in a film documentary of depicting the mysterious lives of priviledged teenaged youth. He was promptly wrestled out of the area by a burly LA female policeofficer who thought she recognised him from an APB out on a Hispanic male who (allegedly) was a serial flasher. Once again, it was through Smash's intervention that Git was not hauled off to jail where he'd have some 'splainin' to do to Lucy, his lovely redheaded wife.
And on we walked. And walked. And walked. It could have been hours, it might have been days-- who knows? --before we arrived at our Utopia, the strip mall of strip malls, but alas, it was not to be. My parking meter was quickly emptying itself of minutes and I had to refill its' ever-voracious belly with quarters. In light of this fact, we turned around and trudged back in the direction from whence we came. One thing had become lucidly clear: Smasharoo truly does have roots on the NorthEast Coast, where public transportation and feet are the preferred mode of locomotion.
At last we arrived at a pleasant coffe shop whereupon I quickly spied some semi-famous third tier black actor whose name I can't recall. I almost peed my pants in excitement at the prospect of getting what's-his-name's autograph, but here again, Smash's savoir faire saved the day. "Here in LA you gotta be cool. Act like you see these people all the time, nod your head as they pass by, and then go about your business. After all, they are just people like you and me-- they put their pants on one leg at a time. Well, I don't, but that is fodder for a different discussion."
At long last, it was time to feast upon the dessert of the day: meeting the enigmatic Thundra.
(to be continued)
Totem
Edited, Thu May 20 12:56:18 2004 by Totem
Seething with anger at this presumed rebuff, Gitslayer stalked off aimlessly (he gets lost easily) in search of further prey. It was then that Smash calmed him down and steered him in the direction of a local high school (a mere Bataan Death's March away) where Git attempted to insert himself in a film documentary of depicting the mysterious lives of priviledged teenaged youth. He was promptly wrestled out of the area by a burly LA female policeofficer who thought she recognised him from an APB out on a Hispanic male who (allegedly) was a serial flasher. Once again, it was through Smash's intervention that Git was not hauled off to jail where he'd have some 'splainin' to do to Lucy, his lovely redheaded wife.
And on we walked. And walked. And walked. It could have been hours, it might have been days-- who knows? --before we arrived at our Utopia, the strip mall of strip malls, but alas, it was not to be. My parking meter was quickly emptying itself of minutes and I had to refill its' ever-voracious belly with quarters. In light of this fact, we turned around and trudged back in the direction from whence we came. One thing had become lucidly clear: Smasharoo truly does have roots on the NorthEast Coast, where public transportation and feet are the preferred mode of locomotion.
At last we arrived at a pleasant coffe shop whereupon I quickly spied some semi-famous third tier black actor whose name I can't recall. I almost peed my pants in excitement at the prospect of getting what's-his-name's autograph, but here again, Smash's savoir faire saved the day. "Here in LA you gotta be cool. Act like you see these people all the time, nod your head as they pass by, and then go about your business. After all, they are just people like you and me-- they put their pants on one leg at a time. Well, I don't, but that is fodder for a different discussion."
At long last, it was time to feast upon the dessert of the day: meeting the enigmatic Thundra.
(to be continued)
Totem
Edited, Thu May 20 12:56:18 2004 by Totem
The Glorious Atomicflea wrote:
Oh and Smash, your hair has reached new dimensions. That look is very "Ellen."
LOL!!
What's bred in the bone will not out of the flesh.
Huh. And I was almost sure that Thundra was a woman...
Twiztid
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Jophiel wrote:
I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.
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