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Trivial Pursuits => People & Places => Topic started by: smick on July 14, 2006, 01:00:29 am
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I need help. I'm a sad little man, whom what is moderately afraid of the world.
I have been cooped up in my hotel room since monday night. I have maps and GPS. I can get myself wherever I need to go. Anyone want to suggest a heading?
The situation is dire.
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Ugh.. I was in Dallas once... hated every minute of it. I slept in the hotel room window though after getting way too plastered with the workmates that I was on the business trip with.
So... I guess that's my suggestion. Get really plastered and sleep in a window.
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I don't have any suggestions for anyone that is afraid of the world, but there are tons of things to do in Dallas if you have an adventurous spirit. I would suggest you get down to The Mecca (http://dallas.citysearch.com/profile/9606612) for Lunch. Be sure to keep your eye peeled for the streetwalkers that work in that area. After lunch head on over to Dealy Plaza (http://www.informatik.uni-rostock.de/~thm/photos/texas/02%20Dallas%20Arlington/images/03252%20Dealey%20Plaza.jpg), see where the President was shot, stand in the Grassy Knoll, Tour the Book Depository (http://www.jfk.org/). After that, well you right there by the West End area (http://www.dallaswestend.org/Directory.php) and Deep Ellum (http://www.deepellumtx.com/main.html). Should be no problem to find some good food, good drink, some decent music and maybe some interesting company.
Enjoy.
~Paul
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I spent a week there and hated every moment.
The 'monument' for JFK (experiment in concrete slabs) is easily the worst piece of public memorial I have ever seen.
But, Paul being from and of Texas may at least have good suggestions for places to eat.
Is the airport as huge a clusterfuck as it was about 8 years ago?
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I spent a week there and hated every moment.
The 'monument' for JFK (experiment in concrete slabs) is easily the worst piece of public memorial I have ever seen.
But, Paul being from and of Texas may at least have good suggestions for places to eat.
Is the airport as huge a clusterfuck as it was about 8 years ago?
Over the course of years i've spent many weeks in Dallas and generally had a great time. I've got friends there which helps, but still. I've gone to concerts, seen The Mavericks play basketball, watched the Rangers (Nolan Ryan) play baseball. Hung out at the Lake (Ray Hubbard, I believe), got drunk, got stoned, got laid. Dealy Plaza has been pretty much left as it was when the President was shot. Maybe the monument isn't impressive (so what), but you can stand there and really get a sense of what it was like on that day all those years ago. As for food, it's got all manner of restaurants, but the only ones I would definitely reccomend are the previously mentioned Mecca and Carshon's Deli (http://www.carshons.com/) in Ft. Worth. My favorite there is the Ruthie. I assume you are referring to DFW airport. I've worked there, but never flown in there. However, if you fly Southwest, they'll take you to Love field which is easy peasy and right in the middle of town. Basically every airport is a clusterfuck though.
I would say though about Dallasites, they are not as friendly as the rest of us Texans. They tend to be a bit snobby, think they are better than the rest of us. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the Cowboys.
~Paul
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But warning, Paul would have a great time in the middle of a desert. Or in....Utah. Your mileage may vary extremely.
Is there anyplace Paul could NOT have a great time? It could be a competition.
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Paul could not have a good time in Swindon.
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Is there anyplace Paul could NOT have a great time? It could be a competition.
I propose a race around the world!
...To the steam locomotive!
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Is there anyplace Paul could NOT have a great time? It could be a competition.
See, I could make Winnipeg be a "not fun" place for Paul (or anyone). It would be counter to everything I would want to do if Paul showed up on my door step, but I could most certainly do it if proper renumeration was made available. I have made grown men cry through the use of well chosen words and tone of voice. It's not as hard as you think to ruin someone's day. It's not something I want to do, but it is, as I said, something I am capable of.
Do you know where Paul would have fun?
India!
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But warning, Paul would have a great time in the middle of a desert. Or in....Utah. Your mileage may vary extremely.
Well I was going to say something like if you can't have a good time in Dallas, it's a failing on your part not the city, but I think you've said it better.
~Paul
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if Paul showed up on my door step
In a wicker basket with a note attached to it that said 'Please give him a good home."
~Paul
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Captain Funtime (aka Paul) could not have a good time in Krampsville, IL. I know this from experience.
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CLUE: The place is named "Krampsville."
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Paul could not have a good time in Swindon.
This (http://www.swindonrocknroll.co.uk/) looks like fun, as does this (http://www.swindonweb.com/crosskeys/), this (http://www.greatwesternmaze.com/), this (http://www.wyverntheatre.org.uk/), this (http://www.micromusicals.co.uk/), and this (http://www.foxieslapdancing.co.uk/). But Swindon is just a hop, skip and a jump from London, so I would guess that it's pretty easy to just get to down to London if your bored with Swindon.
~Paul
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And Swindon is the home to Thursday Next in the ridiculously over-precious Lost in a Good Book series. So maybe you can visit Jasper Ffffforde's house or something
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In a wicker basket with a note attached to it that said 'Please give him a good home."
~Paul
There's Something About Paul! - a short film
(Close-up on Paul, lying in basket, smiling, waiting expectantly. Melanie opens door, sees basket, looks inside, sees Paul. Beat.)
Melanie (dead pan): I am not going to be changing your diaper.
(Melanie slams the door. Wide shot of basket on steps. Time laps: shot of the basket as the sun sets, the moon rises. Sound cue: the not too distant sound of baying wolves.)
fin.
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The award-winning playwright, ladies and gentlemen.
I expect this brief 1/137th act to be in your complete plays book, published posthumously.
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CLUE: The place is named "Krampsville."
Yes, that is the only reason I actually drove there. "Krampville? Oh hell yes!"
*45 minutes later*
"These kids are just driving around in a circle for hours. What the hell is this? Hey! What are you guys doing?!"
"We're driving the strip dude."
"Oh jeezus... I-.. I didn't know shit like this happened not too far away."
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Another place Paul might have trouble having a good time: Pittsfield, MA, home of the largest concentration of people standing on the sidewalk staring into space that I've ever seen in my life.
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Paul is going to Greek Festival (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/IMAGES/1024/DSCN14098-E-1024.jpg). Y'all try to make the most of your pitiful lives while i'm away.
~Paul
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Paul, I know we are all working toward more healthful lifestyles, and I know what follows is not the sort of suggestion I would normally make to someone who I know is on Weight Watchers, but since you just implied that our lives are pitiful, I will punish you thusly:
You are going to a Greek Festival? Be sure to eat all the taramasalata you can get your hands on - preferably with big wedges of fresh pita for dipping. Because if there is a Greek food that is close to a mouth orgasm, it is basically taramasalata. Enjoy!
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Also one word: spanakopita.
Serious.
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Paul could not have a good time in Swindon.
This (http://www.swindonrocknroll.co.uk/) looks like fun, as does this (http://www.swindonweb.com/crosskeys/), this (http://www.greatwesternmaze.com/), this (http://www.wyverntheatre.org.uk/), this (http://www.micromusicals.co.uk/), and this (http://www.foxieslapdancing.co.uk/). But Swindon is just a hop, skip and a jump from London, so I would guess that it's pretty easy to just get to down to London if your bored with Swindon.
~Paul
Damn, I've lived here all my life and I did not know about any of these places. Foxie's Lap Dancing, here I come! (However, Swindon is not a 'hop, skip and jump' from London. It is about 80 miles away, which is FAR.)
When Paul walks through the grey, drab town of Swindon the sun bursts out from the clouds as chavs and 10 year old smokers cartwheel behind Paul in perfect synchronisation; our man from Dallas sings out in a deep sonorous voice about something delightful.
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( It is about 80 miles away, which is FAR.)
By 'merican standards, 80 miles is a nice little day jaunt. It's a problem of space vs perspective really.
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What's the old saying?
In England, 100 miles is a long way.
In America, 100 years is a long time.
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80 miles? That's like a 45 minute drive away.
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Is there anyplace Paul could NOT have a great time? It could be a competition.
PMITA prison?
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80 miles? That's like a 45 minute drive away.
Remind me never to let Jough drive me anywhere.
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When Paul walks through the grey, drab town of Swindon the sun bursts out from the clouds as chavs and 10 year old smokers cartwheel behind Paul in perfect synchronisation; our man from Dallas sings out in a deep sonorous voice about something delightful.
Judy, you have just won some kind of award.
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Remind me never to let Jough drive me anywhere.
Thank you for getting my joke. :-*
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this reminds me of an Occaision recently.
I am now afraid to drive with The Girl, but I am also equally afraid to ride with her.
Despite the fact that she is Afraid of Many Things, she is a terrifying driver.
A while ago, we had this conversation:
me: man, she drives like an old lady.
she: yeah, like she only goes 10 over, doesn't pass people...
me: sure. *inside, I think "but I only go 5 over the speed limit! and I rarely pass people!"*
so, the question is, do I take my life in my hands and ride in her car, or do I risk seeming a Wimp and drive her?
although the point is moot, because she is in Italy for a month. Damn.
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Thank you for getting my joke. :-*
I just assumed you were something of a hellraiser on the road, as in life.
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Here's what I really did. I looked up a store I wanted to visit on Google.
Once I had the address, I put it in streets and trips, and set out, GPS navigation on high.
When I arrived, it was a soccer field.
I then gave up and went back to my hotel. Today, I got out of class at 12, and my flight left at 7. I drove to the Grapevine Mall and walked around, and saw Superman Returns. These are all things I could do at home.
The airport is clustery. Too big to serve itself. The highlight was driving into the airport in a rental car, being given a parking tag, driving to the south gate of the airport and turning in that parking tag, before hitting the rental lot.
Now that I am armed with information, I will be prepared for when I go to Dallas on 7/31 for another week. Here's hoping that the temperature sticks to rational numbers next time I'm there.
Thanks for the info, Paul!