After giving up and waiting for my laundry to get somewhere near dry (which it didn't get to), us straight folks headed out to a bar where
The next night was Game Night.
I bought a cheesy southwestern style rug, a blender, Punisher boxers, three pairs of socks, a shiny pimp gold dress shirt, two in black (one with tie), one in dark red (with tie and handkerchief), and black pants with shiny black stripes. How much did that all fucking cost? Eighty bucks. Afterwards, we went to Quizno's. They were out of large philly bread, so I had to try something else, though he recommended I try my usual. Damn him.
We went back to their place, I put on a mini modeling show, as did Leek. We played a long game of Sonic Shuffle, which was tons of fun. We should play that again. After so many weeks of board games, it was fun to play some mindless video game.
In the morning I decided on the aforementioned black pimp shirt for my day at Drew. I've been getting comments on it all day.
Speaking of wardrobes, or at least things worn:
Should I buy this?
Yes
7(43.8%)
I don't know
1(6.2%)
No
8(50.0%)
If not, what type of bag should I purchase?
Remember
I'm reminded of my gramps's passing. The whole family, for the first time in ages, gathered. I remember gram commenting on how she wondered what it would take to get the family together, and how she finally found out. These BBSers have tried websites, telnet BBSes, all these forums to try and recapture the intimate and close community that we shared in the early nineties. Nothing has come close. Hell, not even The Imperial Fortress or Hot Spot or Eden East came close to recapturing Cheers.. and they were the same setup in the same region not too long after. Yet after years of separation, we've got dozens of BBSers flying in from across the country and driving all over the place. That speaks volumes of Jon, of community in general, and confirms my gram's sentiments on some level.
Yes, it really sucks that Jon passed away. I was really fucking shocked and upset when I found out. Sometimes I just wish, if I may be so inappropriate here, that it wouldn't take a death in order to get people to realize what things mean to them, in order to get people to talk to each other, in order to bring people together. I guess that's the good that comes of passings in our civilization.
I guess I quote the great sage
Not to pull abob_dot_com, go fucking call someone you've been too chickenshit to call, before you're getting emails from someone else with lines like: My nurse coworkers predict Dad will live up to a week. Mother reports he's less alert now, but apparently comfortable.
Those who know me know I'm pretty fucking ghoulish in some regards. Those who know me know I'm obsessed with death. I'm also obsessed with life. It took