Wednesday, February 15, 2006

minutes pour lundi, 6 fevriere 2006.

8:46 - "i love it when people call somebody a brother." -beth

8:51 - "i'm imagining steveross as a foetus inside a teddy bear." - SR

9:57 - "i think i fell in love with dean at that moment" -SR

10:01 - punxatawny phil - a weird man-child that lives underground. siri thinks he's a good metaphor for our species. "we won't last long as punxatawny phil." -beth

10:04 - "again, strong ending. it's like a good dismount. you stuck it." -siri, to beth

10:06 - "passion for mustard - that's commendable." -beth

10:08 - "i am an inta-grrl." -SR

10:22 - "your mind makes me shit." -SR's comment to SLS after reading her story

10:28 - "first place ... in failure to perform." -beth, to sarah

10:32 - "i could write gross stories and steve could illustrate them." -siri

11:05 - "there's something about the phrase jammin' out - it just curdles my milk." -siri

11:10 - "that's a very early commitment to marijuana...but i'm there." -[i'll let this one be anonymous. you know how high the government's interest in the NHWC blog is...]

11:29 - "lola's a pothead. she's f-in' stoned."

11:34 - sarah realizes she has visceral reactions to tom robbins/jitterbug perfume.

11:36 - philosophical discussion of "catcher in the rye"

very soon we will be able to see the actual page, repleat with the insane doodles of mr. ross.

["club after hours" produces "sexual diapers" - siri and sarah's band where they only play bongos and sing about sex.]

5 Comments:

Blogger Beverly Writer said...

ah, espanol.
I must state for the record I am having to quell giggles on break from my very first evening of skool. Thanks, furgalack. I also defended your honor the other night, but more about that in person.

7:51 PM  
Blogger Steve Ross said...

fight!

1:50 AM  
Blogger Beverly Writer said...

dorks hail from the northwest corner, I say. danbury.

1:19 PM  
Blogger Beverly Writer said...

and yes, it nearly ended in punches, but I am a lady of class!

1:19 PM  
Blogger siri lakshmi said...

yes, classy lady, you keep those fists-o-fury sheathed in delicate silk gloves so that when you strike it is most stylish yet fatal. oh, and of course a lady never ever suckerpunches.

3:10 PM  

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