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[sean]

cuddle

[Tom]

I lent my mouse to dad yesterday because his was broken (some crappy $2 wired mouse he got from playing a shit ton of internet poker), I took it back this morning when he wasn't around because I wanted to play torchlight on my laptop. He just came down here and I asked him what was up and he was all hyper-aggressive: well what do you expect me to do I don't have a mouse! I didn't want any trouble or any of his alpha-male bullshit so I just gave it to him even though it is mine.

[Lunchbox]

Today I found a 5-book compilation of Tom of Finland comics. I really wanted to buy it and send it to Tommy, but it was $25 and I am desperately poor.

[est]

There is some sort of Tom of Finland boxed set at Pentimento in Newtown.  It looks intimidatingly large.

[Metope]

Oh man guys, Glasgow is gorgeous in spring! Yesterday and today the weather has been so good, and everyone seem even happier than usual. I went to the park yesterday and spent most of the day outside, and since I burn easily I wore 50+ spf sunblock, like I always do when the sun is out. When I got to the pub in the evening where I was meeting my friends, one of them said 'you look sunburned'. Yep, I get sunburned with 50+ spf in the Northern UK (and yes, I did reapply every other hour)/

Oh and while I was walking down a street, this drunk old hobo stopped me and said 'Wow, those red shoes go so well with your striped top, you know how to dress!'
Why, thank you, fashion conscious hobo!

[Liz]

I feel like Fashion Conscious Hobo is going to be the next internet meme.

Let's make this happen.

[Papersatan]

I feel like Fashion Conscious Hobo is going to be the next internet meme.

Let's make this happen.

already was in China Brother Sharp

[Inlander]

On January 1st, 2011, fashion entrepreneur Zhuang Weiguo announced the launch of China’s very first “peasant chic” fashion brand, a luxury men’s clothing line entirely inspired by the vagabond style of Brother Sharp.

God sometimes I hate the world.

[Papersatan]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkOBAEa9wn8  ?

[David_Dovey]

One of my best friends is getting married holy what the crap.

He's the first one from my social group to do that. Depending on when the wedding is, I'm gonna try to fly home, I don't wanna miss this.

I am slightly worried in a sense though, I've never even met the girl, they've only been dating since I left, so like 10 months max. Also this girl is I think only the third girl he's ever been with. Kinda blown away about this whole thing to be honest.

[öde]

My first (and ex, duh) girlfriend is engaged, I'm really weirded out about that. A ton of people my in my age and social group have had babies though, so that lessens the impact a bit, I guess.

[Jimmy the Squid]

A lot of my girlfriend's friends from highschool either already have kids or are getting pregnant and it really weirds both of us out. These people are still like, 22 and it doesn't make a great deal of sense to us.

I don't know what a lot of people from my past are doing. I don't keep in touch with my exes (to the point where I moved to a different part of Sydney and broke contact with all our mutual friends, in the case of my last relationship) so I imagine I would be weirded out if that was happening.

[squawk]

gaaaaahd daaamn. here goes week three of the quarter. i am not looking forward to when calc starts being calc but hopefully i can keep on top of my shit.

which i have been doing so far, lately! i seem to have fucking randomly lost the habit of procrastination? so now instead of having obligations constantly hanging over my head i just do work and then i end up with all this free time that doesn't count as "fucking around" anymore and it's really weird and i do not like it. i liked last quarter better when it was colder and i was sadder and my friend was sad too and we both were taking only twelve units and i didn't even have to actually go to class and we'd just do drugs but now i have class every day for the first time all year and i can't miss ANY of them and our dealer got kicked out of school and we can still get drugs but we're trying to stop doing things that aren't blazing because we're not so fucked up anymore. so i guess now i'm biding my time and focusing on school. also i don't have any friends

but i'm so bored. i am getting super complacent not doing much besides listening to and playing music and i'm worried that i'm getting super boring. but i can't really go out and metaphorically fuck shit up if i don't know what i'm looking for. i just feel very neutral and indifferent and it is crippling. i'd rather be sad than this

also i stopped smoking when i actually need more excuses to go outside

[Rizzo]

You could go and explore your area? I certainly haven't done that enough around here.

I'm going to Honolulu in June! What does one do in Honolulu?

[sean]

i heard there might be a beach around there somewhere

 

[Lines]

And pineapples. So many pineapples.

[valley_parade]

Also if you drop out of uni I will heckle you mercilessly. And be disappointed in you. Just ask Shane.

 

[Blue Kitty]

A lot of my girlfriend's friends from highschool either already have kids or are getting pregnant and it really weirds both of us out. These people are still like, 22 and it doesn't make a great deal of sense to us.

I don't know what a lot of people from my past are doing. I don't keep in touch with my exes (to the point where I moved to a different part of Sydney and broke contact with all our mutual friends, in the case of my last relationship) so I imagine I would be weirded out if that was happening.

That freaks me out too, especially if it was someone in a grade below my own. One of my classmates got married recently and I was freaking out a little, thinking, "I am no where close to thinking about marrying any one, how could she?"

[nekowafer]

My little sister has a baby. She's like 4 years younger than me. Oh and she's married. One of my exes who is a few years younger than me is very happily married, and plenty of my high school friends are married and/or have kids.

I'm perfectly content being in a long term relationship with only fuzzy four-legged children. Though the fact that my little sister has a kid does bug me quite a bit.

I don't want children myself, I prefer to borrow others' kids and dress them up like animals and then return them when they poop or start crying or something. The marriage thing I think I would like but it's no big deal right now.

[Johnny C]

I'm going to my first not-probably-a-result-of-Catholic-upbringing-but-age-has-brought-these-people-to-a-time-in-their-lives-type wedding in July. It's gonna be weird, I'm probably gonna get loaded and hang out with their really adorable kids, overall prediction: positive night.

Hey! The band went to Medicine Hat this weekend and played for a bunch of art school kids. It was really, really great, especially since a bunch of them voted for us to be there (!) and we were thrown into the ring for that by a good friend of mine who's doing design there. And then while I'm there my friend, Graeme, tells me he's had an idea for These Estates t-shirts. And then when I get home he's posted a draft design on my wall. Behold, the only band shirt you've ever seen where the ink is actual real BBQ sauce:



I am so fucking proud of this guy. This is the dorky beardo equivalent of that Cop Shoot Cop record with the pig's blood on it.

[Slick]

would mail-order that shirt

[Ozymandias]

Would give you my bank account and routing numbers for that shirt.

[Scarychips]

Would give you Ozy's bank account and routing numbers for that shirt.

[valley_parade]

Yeah, would definitely let Jordan buy one for me.

[Scarychips]

In fact, let's have Jordan buy one for everybody!

Jordan: This forum's very own Oprah.

[Inlander]

Ooh, can he take me with him on a holiday to Australia?

Oh wait . . . never mind.

[squawk]

posting because i just changed my avatar/accompanying text

and yeah riz if i had a car i'd be set...

[JD]

Whoa I am doing four projects at once goddamn is this what being productive is like

[Rizzo]

Squawk, your legs don't work? I'm terribly sorry for your loss.

[squawk]

I just live in a really weird place! :[ I'm basically trapped on campus (which is very fun to wander through, i am good at that) and can get out only by bus, but there's so much of this city i can't explore that easily because the buses only run through certain places. next year/this summer will be better

[Papersatan]

I got my car back today from the shop.  Somehow the check engine light magically went off, so it passed inspection and it cost less than the insurance settlement to fix the door, so money in my pocket to compensate for what a pain in the ass this has been I guess.  Super happy about that!

Also I was looking up Michigan's inspection requirements online, since when this inspection expires I will have moved and they have none.  NONE. NOTHING.  I could just tear off the windshield wipers, and ride the tires bald and spew black smoke every time I accelerate and I would be legal to drive there.  wtf?  I mean I appreciate not having to spend a grand every year fixing random things in hopes it gets the damn light off so I can drive my car, but I would think at least a safety inspection?  I am guessing the state's (waning perhaps) interest in keeping the auto industry happy has something to do with it, but I still can't believe it.  

[Jace]

In Arizona there is no inspection, just an emissions test every two years. I don't think you even have to pay for it either.

[Eris]

you guys remember this picture?



I realised today that I now look like how I wanted to look like.

[Papersatan]

o/

[Eris]

\o

[Lunchbox]

Mine was this:



And I did briefly look like this (except still with the nose and the glasses) but then I cut my hair off again and still wear jeans and blazer every day for work but wear dresses on the weekend.
Also shit, I am wearing that exact outfit today except I am wearing my black flats and not my red ones.

PS Original  thread whut: http://forums.questionablecontent.net/index.php/topic,24785

[tania]

i just wanted to buy a pair of glasses, i think i did alright on that

[allison]

still no moustache, sorry guys

[Lunchbox]

I have adjusted this to include all of the things I want to buy with my next paycheck and also grown my hair back at rapid speed but have it be less annoying and shinier and prettier with neater curls and also taking less than 5 minutes to do in the morning please.

[Lunchbox]

Also fuck me, what is wrong with MS Paint it is so dumb now

[Johnny C]

last wednesday i wrote about 4000 words in my novel. today between about 6:00 and now i wrote another 4000 words. i need finals to be over so i can throw myself into this thing full-time.

[Inlander]

Wait, what? Johnny, I didn't even know you were writing one! God damn it man you're a musician, stick to one damn thing Can you tell us what it's about?

[Yunior]

4000 words a DAY? Seriously I hate you I hope all 4000 words are stupid words, also what Inlander said

[Johnny C]

Wait, what? Johnny, I didn't even know you were writing one! God damn it man you're a musician, stick to one damn thing Can you tell us what it's about?

it's about basically a bunch of high schoolers who smoke pot and listen to heavy metal and go to shows and kind of care about one or two subjects at school but not really all of them and then it's also at the same time as it's about those things it's about the catastrophic influx of information in our lives on a daily basis in the early days here of the 21st century and of how the ways we get information and how we expect information to come in to us have dramatically altered the ways we engage with privacy and with identity and how basically we have to deal with everything we had to deal with before the internet and facebook and 9/11 but on top of it we have to deal with all of those things too and how in adolescence that can be a serious fucking nightmare and we don't really know how these people are going to turn out as adults affected by this. there's some obvious baudrillardian anxiety in there too. i haven't really worked the whole thing out yet. also there's a character who i'm going to strongly hint is psychic and the novel's going to end with a sequence of heavy metal magical realism

[tania]

man fuck you johnny i have a 30 page paper to finish by friday morning and all i have been able to summon the strength to do with my day is feebly edit sentences here and there between lengthy chain smoking and stuffing nutella down my mouth hole sessions. okay not really fuck you but kick my ass okay, i need your help this time

[Inlander]

Yeah but when you're writing a novel you get to just make shit up, see. Makes the writing so much easier.

[Johnny C]

here are a couple of snippets i'm pretty proud of right now, that don't spoil anything major, since now i want the opening of the novel to be as much a surprise as i can muster

Brad pauses, then brings his right hand off the keyboard, holds it in the air, and slowly but firmly brings it down on ., making this the most deliberate endstop he’s ever put in a piece of writing, to date. Midway through he almost changes his mind, then thinks better of it.
   One down, four to go. Drink. He’ll never get used to the flavour of energy drinks, he thinks. Other guys in his grade are constantly ducking out to the gas station across the street at lunch and during the morning break between classes, usually crossing mid-street and messing up traffic something fierce, for a can of the stuff. He doesn’t get it. He can barely drink anything that isn’t orange juice before eleven. Usually he just buys some from the student-run, staff-supervised canteen. If it’s a good week and he’s feeling loose with his money he’ll buy one of the retarded kids whatever it is they’re getting, usually a cookie or something. He got in shit from Ms. Bhabi one time for buying Nicks, the big one with the wheedly voice and the squinty eyes, a pack of candy, so whenever Nicks wants candy Brad usually gently suggests that maybe Nicks would like a banana or an orange and Nicks usually says “Okay” and after Nicks goes over to where all Ms. Bhabi’s kids sit Brad watches as Ms. Bhabi doesn’t smile but as she peels the fruit she usually gives Brad the little half-smirk with the cocked eyebrow that passes for a look of approval from her. She never really looks actually happy about something, mostly just sarcastic. That’s not the right word and if Brad asked Jamie he’s sure she’d be able to give him a word that sounded nicer but anyways Brad doesn’t think she (Ms. Bhabi) likes anything very much although she seems to appreciate the fact that Brad doesn’t screw with Nicks. Not that a lot of kids do, or screw around with anyone in Ms. Bhabi’s class to begin with, since it’s pretty low to screw with someone who’s retarded and a lot of them learned that in grade school at the very least, but Brad especially basically just tries to treat them decently. He knows sometimes he pours it on a little thick and so he catches himself and tries not to speak overly slowly since like that’s not even a thing you do with handicapped people, it’s a thing you do with foreign people and even then you only do it if you’re a racist idiot so Brad tries not to do it with them either, with the point being that a guy like Nicks is neither overtly foreign nor deaf so Brad doesn’t do the slow-talking thing, at least not consciously. He does do it with the one kid with palsy, Travis, who can’t really do anything except open his mouth and slowly wave his arms in a way that makes Brad’s gut cringe but that’s just because like Brad’s not really sure how much Travis can hear or understand to even begin with so he makes sure he also makes his sentences pretty simple. Not that that’s tough for Brad to do that, either, especially considering how shitty this essay is going, but point is that he thinks it’s decent to at least try to accommodate Travis too.
   Ms. Bhabi, by the way, is hot. Like, completely attractive, a darker brown lady from India with the kind of curved face you want to put both hands on before you try and grab her lips with your own, the kind of attractive person who also, probably, knows exactly how attractive she is. The kind of attractive that they should vet for before hiring a teacher, because it’s honestly not fair to any of the guys in the school, having a teacher who looks like Ms. Bhabi. The kind of attractive that a couple of kids Brad knows have actually honestly tried, through what he understood to be really shady methods, to get her phone number. Brad has no idea what they’d do with it. His favourite shirt she wears is probably the one with the ruffled neck where the ruffles form a V and go over top of her breasts, which the rest of the shirt is tight and smooth and light-blue and basically clings to them so that your eyes have no choice but to wait until she’s not looking and then try to guess their weight. Brad thinks they’d be pretty heavy but he’s not sure, since the only breasts he’s touched so far are of the developing variety. The ruffles kind of look like maybe waves breaking against a pair of rocks. That sounds stupid every time Brad thinks it, though. She also has a shapely and proud-looking ass which Brad and also pretty much as far as he can tell every other straight guy in his grade has noticed since she spends a lot of time leaning over to the kids in her class. Which like okay is a bit weird to think about, granted, cause it’s hard to picture her leaning over for a perfectly acceptable mental image like Whoops I Dropped A Pencil, I’d Better Pick It Up or Let’s Do Some Warm-Up Stretches or I’m Bracing Myself Here On Your Work Desk Because I Want You To Have Sex With Me From Behind While We Stand Up without one of those kids pushing that little joystick on the armrest of his or her chair and puttering slowly out of Brad’s (and, seriously, just about every other straight guy in his grade’s) liminal fog into the frame of said mental image to wave their arms and drool a little bit and then it’s really, really hard to think about gently sinking one’s fingers into the curved flesh of Ms. Bhabi's cherrylike buttocks. With Herculean effort Brad manages to picture that kid turning around and rolling back off into God-knows-where and so Ms. Bhabi is able to turn around and look at him and make that little eyebrow-raised-half-smile at him again.
   There is absolutely no way Brad will ever have sex with Ms. Bhabi and he knows this so he only entertains the thought at times like now, when he’s realizing that there’s no way he is possibly going to be able to focus with this erection, so he discreetly unzips and pops his erect dick out over top of the waistband of his boxer-briefs and spits into his hand and quickly rubs one out, thinking this time that after doing the thing he was thinking she was doing at the start they’d move around and so Ms. Bhabi would probably be lying on the bed while he stands up and sticks it into her. He’s kind of unclear on a few of the details of how that last part works but he’s got the gist well enough that he grunts a bit as he finishes and grabs a Kleenex to quietly and gently wipe away the mess.

   “The first point of evidence is that the Twin Towers didn’t look like they fell down because of a plane crash. As Loose Change points out the steel girders in the tower could not melt the way that official reports said they could. It was because jet fuel can’t burn at the girders melting point. So something else must have brought them down. Loose Change says that the girders were melted by a controlled explosion that caused the building to collapse. This is also why the building doesn’t look like a normal collapsing building.”

It takes what feels awfully close to the last reserves in his already-limited strength to not turn right at the stairs and just collapse in front of the TV while he waits for Skate 3 to load, but Brad manages. He shuts the door behind him very gently. This is about the time he realizes he can see the horizon outside his window.
   “Fuck, shit,” he says. “Oh no no no no no no.”
   He gets stuck on “no” and keeps repeating it as he crosses his room in a single stride and pulls his chair underneath him. His resolve to finish the assignment begins a total and en masse retreat. He sees his hands start running slapdash through all of his papers, independently of his brain, which desperately wishes they would calm down long enough for him to give them some instructions. Unfortunately, his hands have absolutely no interest in taking orders and in about five seconds work themselves up into such a frenzy that they’ve literally cleared off Brad’s desk. All his papers are on the floor. His last three remaining nerves will get heroes’ funerals. Brad looks at the mess he suddenly and for what he can tell was basically no reason just created around his workspace and in a moment of panic so intense it’s almost Zen-like he wonders if it’s possible to wish you were dead so hard that it would actually happen. He closes his eyes and tries it. What keeps it from happening isn’t so much his will to live, which is by now non-existent enough to give this a shot, but in fact that he doesn’t have the energy to do it. He sticks his arms out in front of him like a caricature of a blind person and moves his fingers around ineffectually. Alright, you asshole hands, if you want to do things your way rather than Brad’s, then this is the time to get started.

and this is from the description of the kids' high school

The catch, they soon found out, was that Tomson wasn’t fucking around when he’d told interviewers across several mediums that he was now only doing architecture to push his own boundaries. He also hadn’t been fucking around when he told said interviewers, “I’m not fucking around.” Soft-spoken but assertive, he always caught interviewers off-guard with the sudden and seemingly uncharacteristic use of the word “fucking”. He hadn’t used it in the interview with the school board and maybe that was the problem. It’s tough to know in retrospect.
   Tomson was on a roll. He’d recently completed a Washington state library by designing it first, inverting the entire building design, then redesigning it based on the inverted design. He’d designed a Bank of Hong Kong office tower in Los Angeles by blindfolding himself and spinning a wheel marked with various design elements. He’d drawn up the entire plans for a new Universal Studios ride – a rollercoaster based on Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot! – left-handed, and managed to complete the added challenge of incorporating subtle references to Henry & June that, due to the ride’s repurposing as a Nutty Professor tie-in, would be a secret he would get to take to his grave. He’d designed, gratis, one the first perfectly self-sustainable, environmentally-neutral outright thirty-bedroom mansions in Laguna Beach for his sixth wife’s ex-husband – and again completed the bonus challenge, this time conducting clandestine detective work into the man’s private background and unearthing his deepest phobia, the scorpion, which of course was what the house wound up looking like from the air, a fact the owner didn’t discover until taking a helicopter flight across the area several months later and subsequently refused to return to the helipad. “Coincidence,” Tomson had told the sixth wife's ex-husband over the phone, before suggesting that the sixth wife's ex-husband simply sell the house (which he later did, for $85 million, a price that more than recouped costs). It was likely a coincidence of a similar order that this was about the time Tomson’s hometown started to call to him. But, again, it just meant a new city and new challenges, and Tomson could at this point do no wrong.
   Well, kind of. In Tomson’s eyes, the resulting high school was perfect – it accomplished exactly what he wanted it to accomplish. That his goals wound up at odds with the school board’s, in his defense, was hard to foresee. A perfect cube, the rooms and static elements therein themselves all cubes, constructed in immaculate correspondence with the Golden Ratio, is not an environment conducive to learning. It is an environment conducive to mild, creeping unease, however, which is why ninth-graders develop nauseous flu-like symptoms at Tomson more than they do any other school in the city, although they usually develop enough of a resistance by the tenth grade that the worst of the effects can often be mitigated by just grabbing onto the rail on your way up the stairs.

[David_Dovey]

PS Original  thread whut: http://forums.questionablecontent.net/index.php/topic,24785

Sighhhhh, still not the nightmare horse from Denver Intl. Airport, and even less naked than I used to be. Life is hell.

[Johnny C]

tania while i was writing that i was supposed to be working on stuff that i got an extension on and have betrayed my professors' trust. you, on the other hand, have presented a bunch of real life actual stuff to people in the last week and also you've got enough stuff that you can put this paper together if you just apply yourself. in writing like 8000 words in the last week i've actually failed. you, on the other hand, have got this far, and you've almost certainly got what it takes to actually live up to the potential that people expect of you, here. get fucking working

[David_Dovey]

Seriously though guys remember this