TO MOLLIFY LINGJACKSON OVERDRIVEBERT WHO IS THE SQUEAKY DESERT FIEND, POST ON THIS THREAD AND ONE OF YOUR FRIENDLY ITR MODS WILL TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE WICKED AWESOME, AND POSSIBLY OFFER AN EFFUSIVE ST

i had home-made chicago-style wieners and beers and rough drafts of cover letters. then i cleaned some chick's kitchen because i am a woman. i did, however, correct a grill. THIS is how we stack shit. I AM FIRESTARTER KILL ME KILL MY MAGIC KILL THE TRIBE PROTECT ME AND YOU WILL BATHE IN WATERFALLS OF WIENERS

So, broke up with my girlfriend tonight.

That wasn't fun.

Thanks, estela <3 <3 <3

FB... I really do worry about you. Especially when you keep insisting that you are a woman. ...on the other hand, would you please come help me clean my kitchen this summer? I will feed you alcohol and let you sleep it of downstairs; you can even have the fold out bed and your own bathroom!

xpost Oh no, I'm so sorry! That wouldn't be fun :(

If you were closer I would also offer you booze, en_i_see_kay (although, really, I don't know where you are - I doubt you are near Northfield).

SHITHOUSE, NICK.

Ah, it's alright (though I would accept your booze gratefully).

Total "we're just not making each other happy anymore" stuff on my part, but of course the accusations and wild shifting of blame went down.

xpost

BRO YOU DON'T KNOW ME

And Chicago, for the record.

Ugh, still sorry to hear it...

(the break-up, I mean, not the living in Chicago).

Break-ups always always always suck, even if they are your idea and it's the right thing to do and if there's good reasons for them.

awww dude! i thought it was all going awesomely??? didn't you post something not that long ago about how great this relationship was going? real sorry, N.I.C.K :(

Well, I did, though I think that was like a month ago. It was just slowly devolving, and I wasn't about to give voice to what were at the time inklings of discord floating around in the back of my head, especially when briefly summarizing my situation on the lol internet.

It's for the best, and it seems like she's choosing to villainize me instead of blaming herself, which I definitely prefer if she has to do one or the other.

Thanks though, guys.

IDIOTS: They are sweet.

Awr nicks I'd totally give you pats on the back and say 'there, there' were I there. (There.) But it's always smart to get out when you need to.

aww, sorry dude ;(

Was it because of your 'moustache'?

She never saw the 'moustache' in person, though I'm sure it would have been. I mean, good god.

MOUSTACHE IS THE MARK OF A TRUE MAN

it is possible that i am biased. also perhaps wrong.

The moustache was fine.

A good woman stands by her man's really lackluster ability to grow a moustache & attempts to grow one nonetheless! (This has been a Thing.)

no offense nick, your moustache looked pleasant to touch

also, we won teh trivia in honor of the ITR. it is possibly ture that i consumed 4 baskets of bacon in the name of itr, plus beers, plus i should maybe go lie down now xpost

It sounds like you are arguing for the woman to try to grow a moustache, like some kind of "let's do it together as a TEAM" thing...

Uh, that was an xpost to Abbott

Good going, John!

hahaha

...so you each at a basket of bacon? I don't think I could keep up with that pace.

free bacon night is such a good idea.

In church as a teenager the Young Women's group members (I was one) had to set a goal that would 'take 20 hours to complete,' with a log of what we'd do/how long it would take. They didn't accept my proposal that I grow my hair out. Consequently, I did not earn the "Young Woman's Medal of Honor" and I am fucked up to this day.

So jealous of the baconage.

Oh, it so wasn't fun to touch, too scratchy yet too thin to have any good tactile qualities at all. Seriously, it was for illustrative purposes FOR MY ART only, I would never, ever, ever try to do that for any other reason.

So, Abbs, I was searching for your wedding thread so that I could figure out the date and send you a small, not at all embarrassing for either of us gift, and saw that you've started a whole bunch of threads on films or filmmakers about whom I have recently written papers. MIND MELD.

i want bacon bar. all i got was gin & tonic.

Oh my god en if you wrote a paper on Cronenberg you should just send us that...we love that crazy fuck.

btw it is June 28 :D

Wow, congratulations!!!!

...so you each at a basket of bacon? I don't think I could keep up with that pace.

-- Sara R-C, Thursday, May 15, 2008 5:05 AM (11 minutes ago)

are you kidding me? I ATE 4 BASKETS OF BACON, MINUS SHARING A PIECE OR TWO WITH MY GOOD FRIENDS DUH

Not Cronenberg, but Keaton, The War Game, and... I forget the third. I would, however, consider writing a paper about Cronenberg for my upcoming class about Speilberg (only thing that fit the schedule). I'll just title it "This Schlock Sucks Shit, I Will Now Write Five Well-Researched Pages About Why The Fly is Awesome"

xpost Jesus fucking christ, the baconing.

oh also tehresa i must track you down to make the drinking and hangin out happen when i am in NYC at the end of the month. we stay in brooklyn somewhere, or maybe in apartment of person i dont know. also, perhaps free wire show?

i can eat vast quantities of bacon

John, you scare me sometimes.

And I mean that in the fondest possible way.

Cronenberg always makes me thing of Rabid

john webmail me w/ info and we will make this happen!!

i would love wire show but i am scared of free show crowds but maybe i can be swayed

ps to dan at the bar tonite dude kept playing THE CURE

can someone make hilarious animated gifs from it plz.

trivia dude played 10:15 saturday night and i thought of dddddannn

xpost ALMOST CERTAINLY THIS IT IS POSSIBLE

oh shit i think that was meant for name nom thread maybe

Dude en I am glad you like The War Game.

JJ, if directorial habits are correlated to eating habits, you may be a better director than Orson "two steaks, please" Welles.

I'm mildly obsessed with speculative nuclear holocaust films. Have you seen Threads? Bleakest shit I've ever seen, so wonderful.

threads vs. the day after