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23 December 2011
Ooh ooh ooh Can we talk about all this stuff now? So many possible discussions and chats, if I can keep the Bees off the keyboard.
Jouke, I'd love to talk about your comment's comment and see your orange lined suit. Also, various your hints at your sense of style pique the interest greatly, if you'd like to share.
Likewise, I'd love to see Elsa's pirate smile.
Have more things, you'd like to share or things you'd like to elaborate on? Want to ask about people's answers?
I do love details, quotidian and bizarre, and was in such a foul mood when I filled out my comment.
Just bubbling with questions.
Re oneswellfoop's item about "reading it for the articles", the first copy of Playboy I ever owned - a hand-me-down from a pal - excerpted the Cameron Crowe book from which Fast Times at Ridgemont High was later adapted. I vividly recall the cartoony illustration: a close-up of a blonde teen's mouth, braces across her teeth, about to bite into a phallic unpeeled banana.
The first copy of Playboy I ever saw was in a barber shop when I was 7 or 8. Upon seeing that there were no toy advertisements, I quickly put it aside from lack of interest.
I didn't hide a Playboy under my bed "for the articles", but, like many an adolescent, I often had a lot of time left after I had "enjoyed" the centerfold. Quite sneaky of them.
(11) California Dreamin' makes me awake in a cold sweat.
(12) On the other hand, a close friend was once involuntarily committed for having "A New York State of Mind".
(13) I never suffered from Triskaidekaphobia (fear of the number 13) but I have a mild case of TriscuitDacronPhobia (fear of Nabisco Crackers made from synthetic fibers).
(14) I talk to the trees. I just got a job offer to work with a Tree Surgeon as a Tree Therapist.
(15) I experience time sideways, which I compensate for by watching The Late Late Show early.
(16) I'm living my Dream Life, unfortunately it's the one where I'm unprepared for a final test AND in my underwear.
(17) They called me a fool, but surprisingly stopped after I bought this hat. ≡ Click to see image ≡
(18) 4 out of 5 urologists have called me "Dick".
(19) I dropped out of the School of Hard Knocks when I realized I'd never be able to repay the student loans.
(20) I regret nothing, forget everything, and get fries with that.
The Princess Bride love makes me happy. The local theater did a midnight showing of it in college (which was the late 90s) and it was so much fun saying the most famous lines with the entire theater.
Jesse Jackson came to our church once; we were told that he wanted to give a Sunday-morning sermon at "middle-upper class, progressive, liberal, white churches", and we fit the bill. (We do.) While he was there, he did not participate in the rest of the service at all; he did not sing the hymns or read any of the prayers. His sermon was very generic, there was nothing in it that could not have been said in any other church (i.e., no "thank you for inviting me to this city" or anything). He left before the service was over.
That thread made me realize how much I want to hang out with ALL OF YOU. I want y'all to teach me how to ice-skate, take me to the Library of Congress, sit with you while we watch the movies you Can't Not Watch.
Ethylene, don't people around get annoyed by your constant lecturing about sexual issues?
:-)
Darforest, I am trying to grow a pineapple top. I don't think its working. For a moment I thought you were talking about a hair cut. But I guess that's a flat top. (English is a 2nd language to me)
BOP My favorite novel is probably Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain, but people roll their eyes when I say that. I read that novel in highschool for my final exam in German. I did not see the joy of it at all. Recently though I read in the Guardian an article where somebody described it as their favourite novel. So that made me grudgingly acknowledge that my jaundiced memory may not be everything there is about Der Zauberberg.
govtdrone I am not a very good friend and I am OK with that.
10. I like to be alone. A striking remark; that must eliminate so much drama from life.
rmless this job I've been at for a year and a half doesn't let me sign on during the day (I'm home now) so I haven't been posting I know what you mean. I never read metafilter or metachat etc at work. It's not something you can do in 5 minutes and I can't spend more than that.
foop, I did progress from playing the clarinet to playing tenor saxophone. I can report that I found it not that awesome. I blame 80s pop music for misleading me.
danf A MacArthur Genius Grant recipient ran over my foot with her wheelchair this morning and did not apologize. Great data point.
msali I probably spend too much time cleaning I envy that drive. I'm lazy through and through when it comes to cleaning.
ethylene, about the suit; I don't think it comes across very well in a picture. Also I'm rather internet shy. But here goes.
Nice suit, but I was hoping to glimpse the lining, perhaps in a fit of sauciness.
Yes, I feel the need to define the difference between sexual dysfunction and sexual aversion, fetish vs "word I just feel like using," and role play vs. straight up lying.
It's not fucking "role play" if no one knows you are playing a "role." Sheesh.
I have a computer bag with a delightful lining no one ever sees.
How much does a bespoke suit run these days?
I guess it's because I don't have a mental image of the person(s) I'm talking to.
Yeah, I'm sure I come off as a creepster, but I like to have a mental picture of the people I'm talking to. We need to have another self-portrait thread. Heck, most people nowadays probably have the ability to record a short video "Hello, MetaChat!" or something. Because I'd love to hear you as well as see you.
danf A MacArthur Genius Grant recipient ran over my foot with her wheelchair this morning and did not apologize. Great data point.
This woman named Susan Seigel, who started Mobility International, encouraging disabled people to travel and advocate. I am sometimes on a first name basis with here but this was in a crowded coffee place and she was going for the doorl
eth, I was immediate struck by a desire to see the lining, too! I've always wanted some formal or staid garment lined with something brilliant like scarlet or hot pink. I really should splurge and make myself something one of these days.
I'd love to see Elsa's pirate smile.
I dug through my photos but can't find one that shows the gold teeth. The closest I can get is this one from a coupla years ago. You can see one gold tooth glinting in that photo; there's another in the same place on the other side and a third directly under that one. I can get a better shot once I fix either of our cameras*.
*or, um, figure out how to post video from my stupid** phone.
**It might not be the phone that is stupid.***
***I am totally not allowed to call myself stupid. That's an actual rule I had to make. I KNOW.
Yes, I do love linings, as well. It's a mark of craftsmanship. "The inside should look better than the outside."
Danf, do you think of her as "one of those genius grant people?" I rarely make noise unless I feel the need to alert someone to my distress in such situations.
Whelk, I am wearing far less leather than I use to, but also more clothes than I use to.
Govtdrone's comment made me break out one of my nicer holiday cards.
And yet I made the mailbox too late! So everyone getting in the box tomorrow or next week is in the same boat. Sorry, not one much for sacred dates and rules, depending on circumstance and happenstance.
Darforest, I am trying to grow a pineapple top. I don't think its working. For a moment I thought you were talking about a hair cut.
No, I meant the actual leafy top part of a pineapple. You can actually see it in a jar of water in the upper right of my photo friday contribution from a week or two ago. Here.
BP, I love Pat Buttram as Mr. Haney. If I had ever met him I would have made him do that voice for me. I was reminded of him a couple weeks ago when I the kids and I watched the Back To The Future movies. He had a small part in the third movie.
I still prefer to imagine you with a pineapple top hairdo.
If only I had the hair for it... A few months ago I found myself fantasizing about just wearing a Warhol-style wig all the time. Fantasizing like I should really do that.
I thought you were suppose to put them straight into the ground
Ah, maybe... I fear its too late now for this one.
I thought you were suppose to put them straight into the ground. Rooting powder?
My (not-so) little brother is the only person I know who has successfully grown a pineapple plant from a pineapple top. And I'm pretty sure he just stuck it in some potting soil. But he tends to growing stuff easily.
There will be other pineapple tops. Maybe with rooting powder.
Do you want to explain Nixon?
I get the alcohol thing. Unless it's a drastic relief from physical stress with GABA receptors or other social factors, i don't find it a big deal at all. Since it's shark week (god, I love discovering that phrase) there are biological factors, but much of the effect is psychological expectation.
My computer bag lining is a multicolor candy stripe. Far more fanciful than I'd chose for myself. I bet I can find it online.
Does this mean you'd wear a fanciful vest, or is it just linings?
A fanciful vest! I've always wanted to dress like a Missipi steamer gambler. And have a dagger in my shoe. Or a pearl handled revolver.
I do wear a 3 piece suit now and then. But unfortunately it's over the top for all occasions but the most formal like a wedding or burial.
We really need a fanciful occasion, except I have donated all my ballgowns in my many moves. I no longer have a decent cocktail outfit. Although I can fake it.
You need to watch Boardwalk Empire for some nice dandy wear. They even have costume commentary on the interactive view.
International meet up! With enough time, i will plan for it.
For the absolute lack of need to clarify, but the fuel of booze in lieu of more effective drugs, I was lecturing on behalf a class of abnormal psychology. And people are fatally uninformed, especially about things that actually apply to them. So I'm extending lectures for faculty and students about basic knowledge, because in the US, uni is high school in most of the rest of the world. Och, I could go on about the grammar but I won't.
Tolerance and judgement are at loggerheads. Blah. Red state. Struggle. Blah. Fight the good fight where it matters most. The fall out is deadly.
My Spanish teacher is only 27 and talks abut the two pot plants she is allowed to grow. Funny, sad. omg, it's endless.
abnormal psychology
Reminds me that I tried to read Krafft-Ebings Psychopathia Sexualis when I was in high school. The german text was doable. But then the text switched regularly to latin to protect propriety.
Very strange to be reading about necrophiliacs digging up corpses and doing their thing. Especially at an age where I had hardly any sexual experience.
And that is life. Weird and unexpected. Hopefully it didn't imprint you with indelible images.
So i say, without lecturing, there is no knowing what sticks and why.
Oh, how we could go on.
Should we?
I just wanted to see your linings and set up and international meet up.
Or next year in New Orleans, for the neuroscience convention?
ethylene, I once offered her help, getting out of her car into her chair and through some door. It was the wrong thing to do and it put her off and she's been cool to me ever since. She's quite accomplished, having wheeled her chair on the Great Wall an other places. . .