Nice to see you back, man. Be prepared to sit and wait for a long long long time.

so what's this? A book recommendation thread?

jonmc: the lost fortnight.

Too badger not at Court House Square. We could hit the Shannon Pot.

Or the other variety.

Though I take exception to the reveiwer's use of the phrase "crock of shit neighborhood," it is withing walking distance of three strip clubs (one good one).

I suggest Cloud Atlas.

Dunno what it's like in Queens but hereabouts, the judge hardly ever sends the Sheriff out to round up absentee jurors.

I stopped going to jury callup. Two times running one attorney or the other asked me about whether I knew anybody in law enforcement. So I said yes and made them dig for the details without really saying anything specific. Both times they were forced to use a preemptory to get rid of me. Now I just don't go.

They obviously never listened when Perry Mason said, "Never ask a question you don't already know the answer to."

this weekend isn't just lost, it's positively misplaced, 'pode. You should know, you were there for part of it. Trish is still at some AnimeCon dressed up like a superpowered chicken or something.

so what's this? A book recommendation thread?

I already read an entire volume of Chuck Klosterman, today*. Perhaps, tommorrow, I read Ladies Man again, since it begins with a guy breaking off a relationship with a girl on Valentine's Day and going bananas for a week. I've already done a few of the things he describes in that noble tome. It's freaky when life imitates mid-list fiction.

*I met Chuck at a signing. Genuinely nice guy and if his books are any indication, we think along similar lines. I need to hang out at bars around the Spin offices and see if he'll adopt me.

Too badger not at Court House Square.

Indeed. I live in fuckin' Astoria. LIC is a lot closer, but Kew Gardens is a safer area. I think we can both be thankful I wasn't sent to Sutphin Blvd. down in Jamaica. Although, 15 years ago in that hood, I had an experience that began with a drunk girl named Debbie asking to have her bra removed, me obliging and loudly advising the room 'Don't try this at home. I am a professional.'

Try that Bombardiers book because it's, uh, like Richard Price kinda, but like, about investment banking and stuff, sort of. Ya know?

I think you should write a book. Buy a notebook and some pencils and work on an outline.

Working titles:

Loudly Advising The Room
Noble Tome
The Bailiff's Tounge

eerie rainbaby: I was reading down this thread and about to recommend the exact same thing, and you beat me.

Yeah jon -- notebook time. Not only do you have a lot to say, writing is excellent processing. It may be the closest thing to 'contemplative' that you'll find.

Fucking Shannon Pot yo. The best Irish bar owned by an Egyptian in LIC.

Jon lad,
Tell 'em you hate cops and black people, but are strangly fond of black cops, I've never made it past day two with that line.

Stay up Brother.

My friend croctommy says you should just say that you think drugs should be legalized.

At least the pot's good for contemplation, right?

Well, if snagging a couple of quick hits from a stangers 'fake cigarette' one-hitter on an Avenue B sidewalk while tryin' to mack on some green-sweatered Minnesota girl has ever prompted deep-thinking before, nobody told me.

I love that sweater. Reminds me of Jolly Ranchers. When it comes down to it, I think everyone's from Minnesota, really.

You usin' that pickle?

When it comes down to it, I think everyone's from Minnesota, really.

yoo betcha.