Blogs, Week of Sixth September 2004

[V-Adore]

I'm not sure there have technically been any blog posts this week, but there you go.

Anyway, a discussion of an entry that was technically last-week: does anyone else find Ray's cone-party idea frighteningly awesome? I mean, I'd go, even though he seems to have a very liberal definition of what constitutes a "cone" (it seems to diverge rapidly into "cylinder").

[palm trees]

i think the concept is completely rubbish, but the party itself would just be like a normal party except fun and slightly odd.
i can imagine some of them smoking a few cones and just sitting staring at the conical conan structure.

[andalucia]

It just... made me keep thinking of Devo, actually.

[Bozack]

It just... made me keep thinking of Devo, actually.

Jesus. My thoughts exactly. You are UNCANNY.

[CortJstr]

I don't see why Ray became anti-cone mid blog. I thought it actually sounded like a pretty cool idea in the abstract although some of Ray's specific cones were a bit odd.

[Bozack]

Ha, and once again, Waterbury saves the day. A stoner-themed party without weed? Maybe Beef got all twisty somewhere.

[andalucia]

I wish Waterbury had a blog.

[CortJstr]

I wish Waterbury had a blog.

Hmm. The Waterbury in the comic is just pretending to be a butler while secretly monitoring Ray as a secret agent. So is the "real" Waterbury like this too or is that just Chris's invention for the strip? And in which voice would the blog be?

My brain hurts. And sometimes I think Chris keeps changing the rules just to frustrate geeks such as myself.

[CortJstr]

Tomorrow's blog: Beef screws up.

In one to two weeks: Ray fires Teodor from the microbrewery

[slink]

No, for Beef cannot possibly screw up. Every possible contingency...

*sigh*

[filas]

anybody wish cornelius had more associates so somebody would tell him not to schlep his butt to russia after a girl?

Sell the Austin-Healey?  i understand easy come, easy go, but sell the Austin-Healey to chase a girl?  that's just over the line, man.  oh, well, since there's no stopping him i guess i hope he gets what he wants, and has the stones to talk to her, somehow.

(anybody catch the bottle rocket reference above? i thought it'd be a good thing to reference on the subject of friends v. girls)

[St_Zartan]

I read Philippe's post before I read Téodor's; I thought that, in his youthful enthusiasm, Philippe was calling Téodor "Mr. Beer". Mr. _____ is still a pretty good name for any sort of do-it-yourself kit, although it was a lot more charming in my head.

I am 100% certain that he will want to use Copperplate Gothic for our logo.

Oh, man. Are font jokes like the sweetest fan service ever, or what?

Also: Little Nephew's blog has somehow managed to eighty-six my long-standing "Little Nephew can always stand to be taken down a peg" policy, as I knew quite a few Asian kids in high school who thought that toting Confusing Ethnic Knives made them some special species of untouchable bad-ass. Press that point, kiddo.

[andalucia]

(anybody catch the bottle rocket reference above? i thought it'd be a good thing to reference on the subject of friends v. girls)

No, where is it?  I've only seen that movie a few times relative to Mr. Anderson's other oeuvres, but it sure is a rad film.

I really dug the blogs this week, cone party in particular.  I wish I were in a position to be involved in more theme parties.  As it stands, however, my need for novel smoking experiences is momentarily sated due to the fact that I've found out that my city has a hookah bar.  Best Friday Night ever.  
Shame about Chris's dilemma, though.  Since I made it out of elementary school, I've been glad to have an odd name and not be one of the eight million Sarahs in my classes.

[arkabee]

Oh, man. Are font jokes like the sweetest fan service ever, or what?

i don't get it.

[filas]

INT. MOTEL ROOM. NIGHT

Dignan and Bob open the door and go in. Inside: Inez and two
other Hispanic MAIDS are sitting at the table by the window.
One's about seventeen and a little heavy, the other's in her
mid-thitties. There's a bunch of glasses and a bottle of rum
on the table. One of the maids is cutting up a banana. Inez
smiles at Dignan. Dignan looks puzzled.

                         DIGNAN
            Hi. How's it going.

Suddenly there's a loud crunching, grinding sound. Dignan
and Bob are startled. They look around the room. The sound
stops.

Anthony comes out of the bathroom carrying the pitcher from
a blender. It's full to the top with yellow liquid. He sees
Dignan and Bob and stops. Pause.

                         ANTHONY
            I thought you guys went to get your
            hair cut.

                         DIGNAN
            No. We didn't.

Silence.

                         ANTHONY
            We're making banana daqueris.

Anthony holds up the pitcher. Dignan looks at it. Nods. Pause.

                         ANTHONY
            This is Inez. Carmen. Anita.

                         DIGNAN
            Hi.

                         ANTHONY
            Inez, this is --

                         DIGNAN
            Jerry.
                   (pointing to Bob)
            And this is my associate Cornelius.

A strange expression crosses Bob's face.

                         DIGNAN
            May I have a word with you, please?

                         ANTHONY
            Sure.

EXT. MOTEL HALLWAY. NIGHT

Outside the room. Dignan closes the door. There's three
housekeeping carts in the hall.

                         DIGNAN
            What the fuck is going on here?

                         ANTHONY
            What. What's the matter?

                         DIGNAN
            Anthony, we're on the run from the
            law here. Did you tell these people
            your real name?

                         ANTHONY
            No. I didn't. Dignan, they don't
            speak English.

                         DIGNAN
            They don't?

                         ANTHONY
            No. Not really. Inez speaks a little.

                         DIGNAN
            Which one was that?

                         ANTHONY
            On the left.

Dignan cracks open the door and looks inside.

                         ANTHONY
            She's from Cuba.

                         DIGNAN
            No kidding.