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[theinevitable]

My fear of calling strangers on the phone got a lot worse after that, to the point where I won't even order pizza over the phone now.  I use the internet or make Pedro do it.

I feel like knowing you can order pizza over the internet will make my life both better and worse. I am not a big fan of calling strangers... but I am getting better at this as part of my job (/position? is it a job if you don't get paid?) at the radio station.
Of course, in that situation, I know that the people I am calling are in their mid-twenties to thirties and want me to think they're cool and hip for knowing about bands. At this point all but one of the people I have to call have mentioned "back when I was MD at (obscure college station name)." Also they always have to mention if they have met the band whose CD we are talking about, or if they saw them live because of course they all live in New York City or Boston and want me to be jealous.

What I don't know if I will ever be OK with, though, is calling them up just to tell them that no one is playing the Shitty Shitty CDs they sent us. Sorry!


I don't know. I can't imagine myself ever becoming more comfortable being a dick to strangers, even ones who are being dicks. I feel like I mostly get my attitude towards these things from my dad, and he is still pretty tolerant of dickery/idiocy, I think. When he does start being mad, though, whoo boy. My parents are really big on this concept of Not Letting People Walk All Over You, which I'm sure is great for them... but it's hell of embarrassing when they're yelling at some airline guy and everyone is staring at me. I feel like I am pretty good with telemarketers, though. I almost got tricked into letting them sign me up for life insurance that "is just a trial month, you can cancel at any time" through my bank, though. This was especially bitter because my dad worked for a big bank at the time, and this was their big rival. (not a dick "hah! I'm banking with your rival!" move. his bank doesn't have any branches in the midwest.)

[AugustWest]

I feel like knowing you can order pizza over the internet will make my life both better and worse.

I like ordering pizza over the internet --  I do it all the time (or at least whenever I order pizza...)  It's good because you can be certain your order is correct -- no communications issues with the order taker.

[theinevitable]

AW! you used to work at KWUR!

Did they still call basically everything rock/pop/alt "Wave" when you were here? I have been trying to figure out where this came from.

[Victoria Waterfield]

I don't know. I can't imagine myself ever becoming more comfortable being a dick to strangers, even ones who are being dicks.

No one should be a cock to a stranger, ever!

[Doc]

I don't know. I can't imagine myself ever becoming more comfortable being a dick to strangers, even ones who are being dicks. I feel like I mostly get my attitude towards these things from my dad, and he is still pretty tolerant of dickery/idiocy, I think. When he does start being mad, though, whoo boy. My parents are really big on this concept of Not Letting People Walk All Over You, which I'm sure is great for them... but it's hell of embarrassing when they're yelling at some airline guy and everyone is staring at me.

This is why you are one of the Good Ones Inev.

[AugustWest]

AW! you used to work at KWUR!

Did they still call basically everything rock/pop/alt "Wave" when you were here? I have been trying to figure out where this came from.

Shit, I don't remember.  It's been 20 years.  Also, I was a Jazz DJ.  Also, substances may have been involved.

But since you asked so nicely, I think I can give you a definitive "Maybe."

[nDed]

I had nearly forgotten about Fuck You Fridays. Good job this strip reminded me of this important but neglected tradition.

The last one isn't even a proper Fuck You, but I'll let it slide on the grounds that I believe that no one anywhere has any right whatsoever to be nineteen years old.

[littlefallsmets]

I like to think that the people who walk around with political petitions in front of grocery stores are actually advance scouts for an alien medical experimentation fleet.

Basically, if you have the time to spend 25 minutes filling out a giant form in front of Albertsons to support something that has little directly to do with you in the smallest way possible, the aliens know that if you go missing for two days and come back with weird scars, nobody's really gonna be all that worried or surprised.

This is just the kind of person you are.

It is not to say you are a bad person. Hell, I am often this kind of person myself.

But... if I went missing like that and came back like that, no one would be that surprised and no one would believe the alien thing.

[CortJstr]

I like ordering pizza over the internet --  I do it all the time (or at least whenever I order pizza...)  It's good because you can be certain your order is correct -- no communications issues with the order taker.

I don't mind calling Vocelli Pizza. They have regional 800 numbers. So you when you call you get somebody hired just to hire the phone and speak clearly. They put the order in the computer and read it back to you before sending it to the store closest to you online. Why they don't just start doing online ordering at their website to begin with I couldn't tell you.

The farmers' market I go to is always staked out by Hilary and Obama people wanting to hand shit out. The Obama people have been there since at least July. We got so used to blowing them off that last week we accidentally blew off some guy who is just running for county council. Then we felt all bad about it.

[Turbo Ninja]

I liked being 19.  My birthday is the 19th of Cocktober, so it was my Golden Birthday Year.  It was a very good year, mostly due to my hot girlfriend and the ways she chose to rebel against her parents.

Also it was 1995 and the Indians were good, alt-rock radio was still awesome, I had friends who bought me booze, and I generally managed not to be a dick.

[theinevitable]

damn. My 19th birthday was right after I got back from school. So basically I was in a shitty mood, and most of my friends weren't home from school yet. I don't really remember what I did. I think maybe I was swimming in my friend's pool at midnight? I think so. So i guess it was good overall.

[V-Adore]

For my 19th, I had a dormmate who refused to buy me pornography because "you've already had a year! I'm only buying it for the 18-year-olds!" Which I thought was fair.

I also had a dinosaur balloon, because my other dormmates were dorks.

Carry on.

[jay-ell]

For my nineteenth, I had a promise from a Boy that he would call me the next day. 

He never did. 

Two years later I ran into him at Target.  Turns out he had been in a terrible car accident that night, and almost died.  After spending a year recovering and learning to walk again, his brother was killed in an eerily similar accident and he went to Sweden for a year to grieve and sort himself out.  He had just returned to the States and was buying furniture for his new apartment, but he was really bummed because the permanent brain damage from he accident had given him severe short-term memory loss and he didn't think he'd be able to finish his degree in aerospace engineering -- or anything else, for that matter.  Meanwhile, I had graduated from college, found a good job, and gotten engaged. 

The last time I heard from him (shortly after my wedding), he was selling camping equipment at REI. 

Now that I think about it, I think the accident was on my twentieth birthday.  But I was technically still nineteen when he promised to call, and there was a birthday involved. 

[V-Adore]

JL, that story may be the saddest thing.

[jaydub]

Going to Sweden to sort yourself out?  Is that what the kids are doing these days?  People went to Thailand when I was in college.  I briefly considered going to Various Eastern European countries to experience the collapse of the Iron Curtain, but my grades were terrible enough already.  I would probably also have had to swing financing the trip myself somehow, as my Mom would no doubt have not approved of me tripping around in potential war zones (although that never came to pass of course).