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Achewood => Achewood => Topic started by: misterqueue on November 23, 2005, 01:31:14 pm
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It is difficult to sneak 70 bucks with very little noise unless the wallet is lying open on the table and the bills aren't very crisp.
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I'm kind of surprised that Showbiz would use soap.
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I'm kind of surprised that Showbiz would use soap.
Hey, soap is a rare thing to come across. When the opportunity arises to seize that mutha.
$13?! It's amazing the things that some people would rather have than money.
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The note is almost haha, but it's more like ha ... ha? I don't like Molly at all here. Oooh, a hair. Whatever!
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And the ALT text totally splits an infinitive!
Yeah, I think we've established in numerous threads that Molly is a fuck*ng bee-yotch.
Every page of the Rockford Fosgate catalogue dog-eared is lovely, though.
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The note is almost haha, but it's more like ha ... ha? I don't like Molly at all here. Oooh, a hair. Whatever!
Would you use a bar of soap after Showbiz used it?
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I like the image of a fully dog-eared catalogue as well. And I like how the note is written in all caps for no reason. But is Molly really a "bee-yotch" for not wanting some dude who has clearly been living as a homeless man (in both English- and Spanish-speaking countries?) to rub her bar of soap all over his body? Personally, I am a man who is not anal about germs and also who tries to give to charity and be kind to everyone. But if a homeless man rubbed my soap on his body; I would not use this soap anymore.
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I have this thing about hairs on soaps. Erggghh. And her first image of the dude was him grabbing his testicles. I can see where she's coming from.
Dog-earing every page in the catalogue is hilarious, as is "sometimes he spells it with the L and no U but yeah generally."
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Answering the question way more specifically than the asker actually wanted is classic Beef.
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Hmm. Isn't soap inherently clean? A hair from a man (or a cat) wouldn't perturb me, no ma'am.
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A friend of mine once tried to drag me into an Aveda so I could help him find the $20 shampoo he was looking for, but I figured I was just a few shades too dark to be welcomed inside there. Also, no one needs $20 shampoo. Aveda is ridiculous.
It's good that Onstad is ending this storyline. Showbiz's antics were pretty funny for a while, but yesterday's strip kind of indicated that he had run out of things for the cat to do.
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The note is almost haha, but it's more like ha ... ha? I don't like Molly at all here. Oooh, a hair. Whatever!
Would you use a bar of soap after Showbiz used it?
Hmm. Isn't soap inherently clean? A hair from a man (or a cat) wouldn't perturb me, no ma'am.
That's right, get with it! Out of all things used by Showbiz, soap is pretty OK.
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as to hairs on soap.
There are some things which, although they may be fine when thought about logically, are simply too much for the human (or feline) psyche to bear. Even if soap is theoretically the most clean thing, hair is dirty. especially other people's hair.
Also: the way soap works is the most gross. If you can get past the inherent grossness of soap, you should probably be able to get past any hair.
Personally, reading this, I assumed that she was attempting to imply that the hair was a pubic hair. But I suppose cats don't have these? When someone else's hair is on my soap, it always seems to be of the pubic variety.
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A friend of mine once tried to drag me into an Aveda so I could help him find the $20 shampoo he was looking for, but I figured I was just a few shades too dark to be welcomed inside there. Also, no one needs $20 shampoo. Aveda is ridiculous.
It's good that Onstad is ending this storyline. Showbiz's antics were pretty funny for a while, but yesterday's strip kind of indicated that he had run out of things for the cat to do.
What shade is too dark for the Aveda store?
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I would like Beef's stationery for myself.
Just run the soap under water for a few seconds, and the part that a person had on their body is down the drain. Life continues.
At least it wasn't a relatively large amount of skin. A sheet of skin would make me throw the soap away.
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as to hairs on soap.
There are some things which, although they may be fine when thought about logically, are simply too much for the human (or feline) psyche to bear. Even if soap is theoretically the most clean thing, hair is dirty. especially other people's hair.
This is so true. It's very odd because there aren't a whole lot of diseases that are transmitted through stray hairs. And I for one couldn't care less about dog or cat hair. But people hair is horrible.
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A friend of mine once tried to drag me into an Aveda so I could help him find the $20 shampoo he was looking for, but I figured I was just a few shades too dark to be welcomed inside there. Also, no one needs $20 shampoo. Aveda is ridiculous.
It's good that Onstad is ending this storyline. Showbiz's antics were pretty funny for a while, but yesterday's strip kind of indicated that he had run out of things for the cat to do.
What shade is too dark for the Aveda store?
A shade roaming the highlands in the night, howling his self-imposed loneliness; a wraith too corrupt to ever enter an Aveda again.
I thought that the "FROM THE DESK OF..." paper belonged to beef. It struck me as out of place and awesome. Reminded me of this lil' nasty (http://chappie.stanford.edu/archives/1997-1998/fear/from_the_desk_of_johnny_cash/).
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On the soap front: I would not throw away soap for this, but honest to God, ewwww. Iam unpleasantly reminded of last week, when I went to take a shower to find that, not only had someone else used my soap, but it had been used so vigorously that it had snapped in half. I felt like Pat for being creeped out by it, but Jesus Haploid Christ, people!!
At least there were no hairs. If there'd been a hair I might have died on the spot.
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Honestly, look at Showbiz. If you even suspected that it was a hair of his you found on your soap, would you not be somewhat...perturbed at least?
Going over the soap with a veggie peeler is a rather restrained course of action I think.
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This is the thread where we find out who has OCD and who's a fuck*ng slob.
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Albert would never steal 70 dollars.
~Paul
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I would throw away a mint copy of Fantastic Four #1 if I discovered that Showbiz had been reading it (and thumbing the pages).
But not before making a final scour of eBay first, just to get my money's worth. I'm not that stupid, much.
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I would throw away a mint copy of Fantastic Four #1 if I discovered that Showbiz had been reading it (and thumbing the pages).
But not before making a final scour of eBay first, just to get my money's worth. I'm not that stupid, much.
Hey Null, on a deeply geekery-type-note, it is the general consensus among comic geeks that there are not any "mint" condition copies of FF #1, only "near mint." As far as it goes many for those I know in the collector comic biz say that if a comic has been read it is basically no longer mint. I sold a copy of FF #1 in "good" condition (some spine wear and extended staple holes) about five years ago for $1000 Cnd, so, no matter what, it's worth a good deal, but I'm just nit-picking. Because I suck.
Anyway...
When it comes to the hair, we haven't made and important distinction here: What kind of hair was it? Cause head hair is no big deal to me, but I imagined the hair they are speaking of to be a pube. What sort of hair implies where the soap has been last. Since it's an expensive, and one can assume "facial only" type soap, you can bet Molly never expected it to be mashed against some party guy's genitals, and now that it has been there, how can she wash her face with it and not think of where it's been?
Seriously, I think that's the issue.
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If there's a visitor using my bathroom, they bring their own soap. it's a given.
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If there's a visitor using my bathroom, they bring their own soap. it's a given.
When my bathroom celing collapsed, and I had to shower at other people's places, I bought like 10 of those little travel soaps and, every place that I showered, I used it and then left it there (informing them, of course); that way, if they're cool with using soap what I have used, hey, free soap! And if not, no harm done.
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Bozack, that is so civilized that it makes me want to weep. But - your bathroom ceiling collapsed?
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Bozack - it seems from your posts that really awful things happen to you in NYC pretty often. I just want to offer encouragement. Help your friends get through it, and I think it will bring relief to you. That probably sounds stupid. I remember feeling like what I think you feel like. That the city hates me and I'm out of place and that life can never be neat. Always bad. But there were those that cared for me. I really wish I would have held to them like a magnetic vice while I was in the city. That's really my only regret. Anyway - I think one day you may have tremendous joy from your lifestyle.
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Haha! Yes! The bathroom celing collapsed! Funny story!
I live with my brother, my sister and a pot-smoking, twice-divorced 37-year old in an apartment building owned and maintained by Eastern Bloc immigrants, who are really pretty great; when we were signing the lease, we asked if there were any rules other than those stated that we needed to follow, and the landlord said no. Then the greasy real-estate guy said, "Huhuh! No loud parties!", to which the landlord replied, "Oh, no, do whatever you want!"
However, the problem is that the super is a bit...absentminded. During the summer, my sister noticed that there was a leak in the celing, and, being 25 and a responsible adult, decided not to do anything and left the apartment, which sat vacant for 2 weeks. When my brother and I got there, a giant paint-bubble had appeared. We immediatly call the super, who comes by, and then tells us that he's going to go upstairs and fix the leak. He leaves, and the leak stops. And then...he doesn't return.
The next day, the leak began anew, and we called him again. The day after that, the leak continued, unabaited, and we called him again. Five days and five calls later, my brother and I went to the main building to find, well, anyone who would actually do something. We found Konrad, a young Eastern European man who informed us that the super was on vacation. Ah. But Konrad could help us!
We walk Konrad up to the apartment and show him the bathroom. He reaches up, grabs the bottom of the paint bubble and tugs.
About 5 square feet of celing and wall collapse into (luckily) my bathtub, along with a fair amount of filthy water.
Konrad says, "Oh, fhaking sheet." I was actually kind of bothered that he didn't go to the trouble of cursing in his native tongue, so we wouldn't know how bad it was. He told us that he was going to go up, turn the water off, and then, 2 days later, come back and re-drywall and re-plaster the celing, and also do something about the large, visible molds which had formed. Then he left. Leaving 5 square feet of wall and celing in my tub.
Regardless, two days later, he did fix it, in what is definitely the most Eastern Bloc manner- he put a piece of drywall up on our celing, plastered the edges to the actual celing, plastered up the part of the wall that had fallen down, and then left. My celing now has a 3 foot section that is an inch higher than the rest and is brown.
This all adds to my premise that Konrad, the super, and indeed the entire management, believe that our building is actually a satellite of an Eastern Bloc nation; this is re-inforced by the frequent hot-water shortages and cutoffs, the lack of heat in 2 of the 5 bedrooms and the fact that, when we first moved in, someone had carved the words "MEAN PEOPLE" into my wall, with a knife, and the landlord actually pointed at it and chuckled.
Despite this, I really like my landlord and building; it's like Balki from Perfect Strangers magically wandered into Faulty Towers.
Things actually aren't as bad as they sound- for some reason, all of the bad things that happen to me are spectacularly bad, and thus make great anecdotes. The friends thing tends to elude me, however, because I dropped out of a fashion design school posing as an art school where I hated everyone and had no friends. In fact, I've done a count and realized that I haven't lived in the same city as more than 2 of my friends for more than three months out of the last 3 years.
Luckily, I'm going to get some dwarf hamsters.
EDIT: Whoa, looks like I'm going for some pretty rough chuckles nowadays.
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You know, I had a similar thing happen to me in my second of four apartments, and I remember thinking how convienient it was that all the chunks fell into the tub.
No one ever fixed my leak, but a letter to all tenants warned that there would be an inspection of all bathrooms to ensure proper shower curtains were being used. Oh, yes, apparently shower curtains were the problem. Later, I got a letter informing me that my shower curtains were not suitable, though no explaination of why was ever offered.
It was a little disturbing to imagine someone in my apartment, with me not home, examining my shower curtain, but ignoring the collapsing ceiling.
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That's nothing! My entire house is somewhere at the bottom of Lake Pontchartrain, and I had to do some hardcore improvising (for more than a month) just to find a place to soap myself up and rinse myself off. And I'm still as homeless as Showbiz, livin' off the kindness of others. Not to mention the fact that it's been 3 months and I'm only now reaching the "check is in the mail" stage of my insurance claim (and considering that my mail only gets delivered once every two weeks...).
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Well gosh, that puts things in perspective, don't it?
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that's nothing! When I came to the US, we didnt' even have oxygen! We had to buy a tree to put in our house, and stand near it all day-- otherwise, we would have succumbed to carbon monoxide poisoning. Some days there was not enough to go around, and mama and papa had to take turns breathing. you soft americans, complaining about your collapsing ceilings and houses-- at least you have oxygen! And water, sometimes.
*Edit: I was not going for the "you kids these days! always complaining!", I was going for the "that's nothing! I... I... I died! Yesterday! Beat that!"*
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And I'm still as homeless as Showbiz, livin' off the kindness of others.
I think being made homeless by a natural disaster is much more valid than being on the lam from Rockford-Fosgate. I hope your mail comes early this week, and...our thoughts are with you? I'm awful with this sort of thing. My real reaction is something like "Shit, dude- your house? Shitttttt. That is...that is...damn.", but I want to convey something more helpful.
If you can get to New York, we've got a spare bedroom.
EDIT: Oh, yeah, and ALL THE MINI-SOAPS YOU CAN USE.
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Thanks for the offer of unlimited mini-soaps, Bozack. And the self-manufactured oxygen thing was quite funny. Yes, I am living in Circumstances, and dang if it ain't all confusing, frustrating and freak-out inducing. I'd move away if I could figure out somewhere else I'd like to live, but mostly I'm staying because I have an awesome job and would absolutely HATE to have to deal with looking for/starting a new one. Of course, said awesome job is more than an hour away from where I'm currently staying -- a commute which involves loooooong stretches of uninhabitable, war-zone-esque scenery. Heavy times, dog, heavy times.
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...a commute which involves loooooong stretches of uninhabitable, war-zone-esque scenery...
Well, at least now you know what's beyond Thunderdome.
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Ye gods and little giraffees. Best wishes in getting out of Circumstances, C; that's damn harsh.
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yes, to clarify once again, I was not trying making light in a rude way. The Circumstances suck "hardcore," as the kids are wont to say. I wish you both luck in fixing your bath/ceiling and house/lake situations.
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One of my relatives, a cousin of sorts is paying rent to live in a small house. It's not a bad house, but it is kind of dilapidated-looing on the outside and such. He lives in a neighborhood in a small town where a few of the nearby houses on his street are for rent. The person who owns these particular houses is mildly notorious for lagging in getting repairs done on said houses. It took months to get a replacement for a old, creaky side door installed, complete with the creaking, rotted wood doorframe torn out and replaced with sturdier stuff. There's still some things going down in the tiny bathroom that warrant attention tho, and there's been one excuse after excuse after flat-out non-answer after another.
Apparently, the word on the street, the scuttlebutt is that said owner is known to stall in paying off repair people, esp. the solo freelancers (as opposed to the local repair people, contractors and plumbers outfits that consist of a handful of people) and that the owner is stingy with said pay. So said owner finds it difficult to hire people to do jobs on the houses because they don't want to put up with said aggravation, low pay and again, from what I hear, frequent reamings and naggings that would come with the work.
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What shade is too dark for the Aveda store?
anything darker than, say, rich white girl.
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What shade is too dark for the Aveda store?
anything darker than, say, rich white girl.
Oh - you are funny.
To keep my usually long story short: Being that I am a girl who is not white, and more importantly doesn't look like money, I walked into the Aveda salon without and apointment. They looked at me and chuckled, but set me up with a stylist who gave me an aromatherapy massage, shampoo and cut. During the whole process I was freaking out internally, perpairing myself to pay a scary amount for a cut. It was the most expensive, but also most skilled, hair cut I'd ever gotten, and also I felt like I had something to prove. I am worthy of a $50 hair cut! So there! So I continued to return. Then after about 10 visits or so, my stylist upped the price by $15 without warning me before she cut my hair, and also gave me a mowhawk even though I didn't want one. I never returned.
Also, C, I'm sending my love down the well. I hope your insurance check is big and fat and has a number ending with exclaimation marks!
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Things actually aren't as bad as they sound- for some reason, all of the bad things that happen to me are spectacularly bad, and thus make great anecdotes.
This is quite possibly the most positive outlook on life ever. This is the kind of shit that makes Ned Flanders seeth with jealousy that you're turning more cheeks than him.
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you're like Aeneas or something. there's this one line in the Aeneid that's like ... "but one day, perhaps it will please us to recall even these things." That's like the ultimate in optimism, for sure.
Yes, I did go there.
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you're like Aeneas or something. there's this one line in the Aeneid that's like ... "but one day, perhaps it will please us to recall even these things." That's like the ultimate in optimism, for sure.
Yes, I did go there.
I try to hold to that sort of thing; it's easy in college, where even desperately terrible situations pass quickly enough that within a few months they're story fodder. ("Hey, did I ever tell you about my ex-roommate?") Applying it to the Real World seems more difficult.
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things that, one day, perhaps it will please us to recall even
I think pretty much everyone I know who lives in NYC has had their ceiling collapse. It's like a rite of passage or something. If it's any consolation, in my building it's not the bathroom ceilings that collapse but the living room ceilings (due, I guess, to leaky radiators).
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Yeah, I try to remember the following phrase every time something bizarre and shitty happens: This will all look GREAT in the novel!