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Your typical American, living in what calls itself "America's most European City", which also prides itself on being where the American Revolutionary War began.
Currently I'm working in a cancer research lab and trying to use my Gender Studies degree to get into law school. Um, I was told that in my 20's I'd get to change my mind as much as I wanted to concerning careers.
I'm a huge fan of Legless.
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» When Animals Attack
In which Our Hero barks for his life.
For freshman orientation in college* we were split into groups of about a dozen and sent off into the woods with a pair of seniors to have a small adventure. You could choose to go hiking, climbing, or any number of things. I chose canoeing.
The group is seven dudes and seven gals, all of us young, fresh-faced, horny, and excited to be college students. Did I get laid on this trip? Did I, fuck. This is not the proper QOTW for that story anyway.
So on the way to the river the seniors are briefing us on the rules and the general plan for the trip. I have a bit of experience and the guy from Alaska has some, too, but otherwise the rest are mostly from small suburbs in the Midwest or big cities like Manhattan. We are in The Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire, which means mountains, trees, oh - and moose. LOTS of moose.
Here's the thing about moose: they get aggressive when they're in heat, and they're bigger than any animal needs to ever be. HUGE. Yet they still have natural enemies. Or rather, HAD - before the local wolves were all killed off. So, how do you stop a moose from charging? Bark. You bark like a dog. This will trigger the beast's innate fear of wolves and scare it away. Not that we were likely to meet any on our trip, mind you, but it's useful information to have just in case.
The first day we head out and make camp at a makeshift air strip, which was really just a quarter-mile clearing in the trees. We stack the canoes like a log cabin and throw a tarp over top. Ta-daa! Something for all of us hot, tight-bodied teens to sleep under! You know, next to each other. At night, in the dark.
Follow dinner, frisbee, chatting on and such. One thing leads to another, and there we are all snuggled in our sleeping bags and Our Hero begins to doze off...
[whispering]"Jesse... wake up."
"Wha-"
"SHHHHHHHH! There's a moose!"
My first thought is of the blonde next to me. I can be brave and valiant in the face of danger! Surely I will get SO laid after all of this - WAIT. WE ARE UNDER SOME HEAVY CANOES.
[more whispering]
Is everyone awake?
Wait, I see it!
Where?
By the trees! I see it too!
There's two of them!
Finally, one of the seniors:
You guys - we may have to start barking. If they get close we should all bark at once.
Um. It got close. We barked. Loudly. All 14 of us (12 freshmen and two seniors). For our lives. FOR OUR LIVES.
*ruff! ruff!
*yip! yipyip!
*grrrr arf arf arf!
For at least 60 seconts, which is a long time to be doing something like that. Trust me. We eventually quieted down.
[whispering] (for no reason)
Are they gone?
Did it work?
Does anyone see anything?
I think they left.
Next thing I know, in the moonlight between the canoes, there is a tall and skinny leg DIRECTLY in front of me. I believe I am the one that started the second round.
*barkbarkbark!
*woof woof!
*[howling]
As I am barking my lungs out and bracing for the canoes to collapse on top of us, a large snout pokes through the tarp. A flashlight beam hits it, and it narrows. Eyes. Small. Antlers... pointy?
Suddenly there's multiple flashlights from outside the tent, and the senior holding the antelope head ducks into the tarp. GOTCHA!
Sons of bitches. Sons. Of Bitches.
The seniors pranked us BUT GOOD. It was an extra crew of seniors brining us some supplies for the next day. And from the beginning it was all a farce! They had to pull the Alaskan guy aside and tell him to play along. He told us later that the whole time we were whispering he had his head in the pillow and was ready to die from holding it in! To this day it's a better prank than I've ever pulled, and the best I've been victim to.
But they brought us homemade brownies and beer to make up for it, so we all had a small party there in the night. Um, I never got anywhere with that blonde girl. But wait, this is my story, right? What I meant was, I nailed her a week later and her roomate the week after. So all's well.
*You bet your ass I'm 'Merkin! "Color!" "Dollars!" Wanna fight about it?
*pop*!
Apologies for length, but I'm compensating for my short penis.
(Wed 30th Apr 2008, 6:34, More)
In which Our Hero barks for his life.
For freshman orientation in college* we were split into groups of about a dozen and sent off into the woods with a pair of seniors to have a small adventure. You could choose to go hiking, climbing, or any number of things. I chose canoeing.
The group is seven dudes and seven gals, all of us young, fresh-faced, horny, and excited to be college students. Did I get laid on this trip? Did I, fuck. This is not the proper QOTW for that story anyway.
So on the way to the river the seniors are briefing us on the rules and the general plan for the trip. I have a bit of experience and the guy from Alaska has some, too, but otherwise the rest are mostly from small suburbs in the Midwest or big cities like Manhattan. We are in The Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire, which means mountains, trees, oh - and moose. LOTS of moose.
Here's the thing about moose: they get aggressive when they're in heat, and they're bigger than any animal needs to ever be. HUGE. Yet they still have natural enemies. Or rather, HAD - before the local wolves were all killed off. So, how do you stop a moose from charging? Bark. You bark like a dog. This will trigger the beast's innate fear of wolves and scare it away. Not that we were likely to meet any on our trip, mind you, but it's useful information to have just in case.
The first day we head out and make camp at a makeshift air strip, which was really just a quarter-mile clearing in the trees. We stack the canoes like a log cabin and throw a tarp over top. Ta-daa! Something for all of us hot, tight-bodied teens to sleep under! You know, next to each other. At night, in the dark.
Follow dinner, frisbee, chatting on and such. One thing leads to another, and there we are all snuggled in our sleeping bags and Our Hero begins to doze off...
[whispering]"Jesse... wake up."
"Wha-"
"SHHHHHHHH! There's a moose!"
My first thought is of the blonde next to me. I can be brave and valiant in the face of danger! Surely I will get SO laid after all of this - WAIT. WE ARE UNDER SOME HEAVY CANOES.
[more whispering]
Is everyone awake?
Wait, I see it!
Where?
By the trees! I see it too!
There's two of them!
Finally, one of the seniors:
You guys - we may have to start barking. If they get close we should all bark at once.
Um. It got close. We barked. Loudly. All 14 of us (12 freshmen and two seniors). For our lives. FOR OUR LIVES.
*ruff! ruff!
*yip! yipyip!
*grrrr arf arf arf!
For at least 60 seconts, which is a long time to be doing something like that. Trust me. We eventually quieted down.
[whispering] (for no reason)
Are they gone?
Did it work?
Does anyone see anything?
I think they left.
Next thing I know, in the moonlight between the canoes, there is a tall and skinny leg DIRECTLY in front of me. I believe I am the one that started the second round.
*barkbarkbark!
*woof woof!
*[howling]
As I am barking my lungs out and bracing for the canoes to collapse on top of us, a large snout pokes through the tarp. A flashlight beam hits it, and it narrows. Eyes. Small. Antlers... pointy?
Suddenly there's multiple flashlights from outside the tent, and the senior holding the antelope head ducks into the tarp. GOTCHA!
Sons of bitches. Sons. Of Bitches.
The seniors pranked us BUT GOOD. It was an extra crew of seniors brining us some supplies for the next day. And from the beginning it was all a farce! They had to pull the Alaskan guy aside and tell him to play along. He told us later that the whole time we were whispering he had his head in the pillow and was ready to die from holding it in! To this day it's a better prank than I've ever pulled, and the best I've been victim to.
But they brought us homemade brownies and beer to make up for it, so we all had a small party there in the night. Um, I never got anywhere with that blonde girl. But wait, this is my story, right? What I meant was, I nailed her a week later and her roomate the week after. So all's well.
*You bet your ass I'm 'Merkin! "Color!" "Dollars!" Wanna fight about it?
*pop*!
Apologies for length, but I'm compensating for my short penis.
(Wed 30th Apr 2008, 6:34, More)
» Sexual fetishes
There's a technical difference between a kink and a fetish.
People use the two terms interchangeably, but there is a difference.
Now, a FETISH is a sexual excitement over an inanimate object. Like if someone were to, say, actually get wood at the sight of a 2009 Pewter Denim Harley-Davidson Street Bob with black Vance and Hines Sideshots, 14 inch apes, and the blacked-out engine casings.
Whereas a KINK would be sexual enjoyment over something uncommon. Like if someone where to, say, beg The Girlfriend to wear full riding gear to bed - e.g. leather jacket, riding chaps, goggles, and helmet - and asked her to scream out which "gear" she was in so that you knew how close she was to, er, redlining.
Hopefully you all have learned something from this post.
(Thu 22nd Oct 2009, 19:07, More)
There's a technical difference between a kink and a fetish.
People use the two terms interchangeably, but there is a difference.
Now, a FETISH is a sexual excitement over an inanimate object. Like if someone were to, say, actually get wood at the sight of a 2009 Pewter Denim Harley-Davidson Street Bob with black Vance and Hines Sideshots, 14 inch apes, and the blacked-out engine casings.
Whereas a KINK would be sexual enjoyment over something uncommon. Like if someone where to, say, beg The Girlfriend to wear full riding gear to bed - e.g. leather jacket, riding chaps, goggles, and helmet - and asked her to scream out which "gear" she was in so that you knew how close she was to, er, redlining.
Hopefully you all have learned something from this post.
(Thu 22nd Oct 2009, 19:07, More)
» Housemates
not mine, thankfully (stolen from a friend's blahg)
In order to make things easier for you, the reader, I decided to use the symptoms of a sociopath as a way to better describe the crazy person I lived with for three months. Let's call him Damien.
Here we go:
*Glibness and Superficial Charm
Wow. Was he charming or what! I can’t tell you all the sweet things he said to me in that first week we hung out. He was cute, and even flew halfway across the country to help me move! I mean, he was a total dream for any girl (not that I was about to date a roommate).
* Manipulative and Conning
"They never recognize the rights of others and see their self-serving behaviors as permissible. They appear to be charming, yet are covertly hostile and domineering, seeing their victim as merely an instrument to be used. They may dominate and humiliate their victims."
Damien began to try to control my life in any way possible. For example, when I was baking banana bread one night, he asked me to please ‘keep baking to normal hours’ because he couldn’t sleep. The smell was keeping him awake. He scolded me via email about paying a bill I slipped under his door in cash, saying that the coins in the envelope hurt his foot when he stepped on them. After a few days of his phone calls and text messages about my ‘mistakes’ such as leaving out the vacuum after cleaning (By the way, according to him, I was lucky my other roommates didn’t see it, as he knew they would be extremely upset over this), I decided to talk to my roommates about it.
When I talked to Jane, my female roommate, she said that he took weeks to choose a female roommate. It took 6 interviews with women before he chose me, and according to her, he chose me because I was hot (a charge that he denied). Jason, our other roommate, was one of the first candidates interviewed and was given the room on the spot. Damien was looking for a girlfriend through craigslist. He tried to date Jane when she first moved in and told me he insisted she text message or email all of the roommates whenever she had someone over, even if she was just hooking up with a guy. When she did, the other roommates told her there was no reason for her to do so.
* Grandiose Sense of Self
"Feels entitled to certain things as 'their right.'"
Damien liked to create rules for the apartment that did not apply to him and only applied to us. He created the list about two months into my stay, and most of them were directed toward me. Here are a few examples:
Quiet Hours
10pm - 8am, Monday through Friday.
If you are going to listen to music loudly, watch TV using the Home Theater System, sing, tap dance, talk on the phone or to each other loudly in any of the common areas, please DONT DO IT between the hours of 10pm and 8am, Monday through Friday.
Jason and Jane live right next to the living room. Please keep that in mind if you are watching TV, listening to music, talking on the phone or to each other loudly when they are in their rooms.
Mail
Please bring up everyone's mail from the mailbox, including the mail for your roommates. Place all mail that's not yours right on the coffee table.
Utility Bills
All Utilities are paid by Damien.
Electric: Damien can see what the previous months total is on the 9th of each month which is around when he'll divide by four and post on the white board. Checks are preferred over cash.
Musical Instruments
No musical instruments. Sound carries too well in the apartment, please practice elsewhere.
Guests
Please let all the other roommates know as far in advance as possible. if you are going to have someone staying over for a couple days or more.
Guests staying two weeks or more NEED APPROVAL from ALL THREE other roommates and also chip in on the utilities.
General Common Courtesy
No catty comments or bitchy looks or attitude. If you have a problem with one of the roommates, dont play the "Im going to be rude until he/she asks me whats wrong" game or talk behind peoples backs. Its childish, makes people uncomfortable and most of all: annoying! We are all adults here.
Damien regularly taped over the things we saved on DVR, never cleaned beyond taking out the garbage, and broke his quiet hours rules, as well as having guests over without approval. He also has bad grammar that very much annoys me.
* Shallow Emotions
"When they show what seems to be warmth, joy, love and compassion it is more feigned than experienced and serves an ulterior motive. Outraged by insignificant matters, yet remaining unmoved and cold by what would upset a normal person. Since they are not genuine, neither are their promises."
The breaking point for my roommates and I came around Christmastime, when I decided to tape some of the cards we had received on a closet door in the kitchen. The day after I put them up, they disappeared. The other two roommates and I decided to leave Damien a note saying that we wanted them up and put the cards back on the door. Jane later caught him taking them down and asked him why.
“You can’t just go putting stuff up without asking, or take a roommate vote and totally disregard what I think and not ask me,” he said.
“But you can’t just take someone’s stuff down without asking. It’s rude. What is your problem with the cards?”
“They’re tacky.”
At this point, I could hear them from my room and he’s yelling at her. Jane is completely calm and rational and he is yelling, outraged. Jason overhears and comes into the kitchen.
“What’s the problem here Damien?”
Damien’s entire demeanor changes. He becomes almost calm, kind, and collected.
“Well, I just don’t want these cards up.”
“What’s the real problem here?”
And after a bit of prodding, he said, “Well, maybe I just don’t want these cards with their cheer looking at me and trying to make me happy. Maybe I just don’t want to be happy.”
It was at that point when we all realized it was time to move out. Pronto.
Did I mention he was extremely secretive and paranoid and kept his door deadbolted at all times? At one point, on Thanskgiving I knocked to see if he needed anything from the store. He later told me to never, ever knock on his door again if it was closed because it means he does not want to be disturbed.
Heaven forbid a fire start, because I wouldn’t want to break one of his rules.
* Pathological Lying
"Has no problem lying coolly and easily and it is almost impossible for them to be truthful on a consistent basis. Can create, and get caught up in, a complex belief about their own powers and abilities. Extremely convincing and even able to pass lie detector tests."
On top of passing white lies, Damien said he’d help us find new roommates when the three of us decided to move out on him. He said he’d put up an ad, but when we checked, he had taken it down. We put up our own and he had it flagged and removed from craigslist. The move-out process was a nightmare. We didn’t know if he was trying to screw us or just temporarily fuck with our minds.
At that point, we were all sleeping with our doors locked and I was fortunate enough to have met the guy I’m dating now, who let me stay with him fairly often.
I didn’t even say goodbye when I left because I was just so damn happy to be rid of the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. It’s a feeling of relief, but sadness too because honestly, the apartment was a great place, but not worth what I had to go through.
(Tue 3rd Mar 2009, 20:18, More)
not mine, thankfully (stolen from a friend's blahg)
In order to make things easier for you, the reader, I decided to use the symptoms of a sociopath as a way to better describe the crazy person I lived with for three months. Let's call him Damien.
Here we go:
*Glibness and Superficial Charm
Wow. Was he charming or what! I can’t tell you all the sweet things he said to me in that first week we hung out. He was cute, and even flew halfway across the country to help me move! I mean, he was a total dream for any girl (not that I was about to date a roommate).
* Manipulative and Conning
"They never recognize the rights of others and see their self-serving behaviors as permissible. They appear to be charming, yet are covertly hostile and domineering, seeing their victim as merely an instrument to be used. They may dominate and humiliate their victims."
Damien began to try to control my life in any way possible. For example, when I was baking banana bread one night, he asked me to please ‘keep baking to normal hours’ because he couldn’t sleep. The smell was keeping him awake. He scolded me via email about paying a bill I slipped under his door in cash, saying that the coins in the envelope hurt his foot when he stepped on them. After a few days of his phone calls and text messages about my ‘mistakes’ such as leaving out the vacuum after cleaning (By the way, according to him, I was lucky my other roommates didn’t see it, as he knew they would be extremely upset over this), I decided to talk to my roommates about it.
When I talked to Jane, my female roommate, she said that he took weeks to choose a female roommate. It took 6 interviews with women before he chose me, and according to her, he chose me because I was hot (a charge that he denied). Jason, our other roommate, was one of the first candidates interviewed and was given the room on the spot. Damien was looking for a girlfriend through craigslist. He tried to date Jane when she first moved in and told me he insisted she text message or email all of the roommates whenever she had someone over, even if she was just hooking up with a guy. When she did, the other roommates told her there was no reason for her to do so.
* Grandiose Sense of Self
"Feels entitled to certain things as 'their right.'"
Damien liked to create rules for the apartment that did not apply to him and only applied to us. He created the list about two months into my stay, and most of them were directed toward me. Here are a few examples:
Quiet Hours
10pm - 8am, Monday through Friday.
If you are going to listen to music loudly, watch TV using the Home Theater System, sing, tap dance, talk on the phone or to each other loudly in any of the common areas, please DONT DO IT between the hours of 10pm and 8am, Monday through Friday.
Jason and Jane live right next to the living room. Please keep that in mind if you are watching TV, listening to music, talking on the phone or to each other loudly when they are in their rooms.
Please bring up everyone's mail from the mailbox, including the mail for your roommates. Place all mail that's not yours right on the coffee table.
Utility Bills
All Utilities are paid by Damien.
Electric: Damien can see what the previous months total is on the 9th of each month which is around when he'll divide by four and post on the white board. Checks are preferred over cash.
Musical Instruments
No musical instruments. Sound carries too well in the apartment, please practice elsewhere.
Guests
Please let all the other roommates know as far in advance as possible. if you are going to have someone staying over for a couple days or more.
Guests staying two weeks or more NEED APPROVAL from ALL THREE other roommates and also chip in on the utilities.
General Common Courtesy
No catty comments or bitchy looks or attitude. If you have a problem with one of the roommates, dont play the "Im going to be rude until he/she asks me whats wrong" game or talk behind peoples backs. Its childish, makes people uncomfortable and most of all: annoying! We are all adults here.
Damien regularly taped over the things we saved on DVR, never cleaned beyond taking out the garbage, and broke his quiet hours rules, as well as having guests over without approval. He also has bad grammar that very much annoys me.
* Shallow Emotions
"When they show what seems to be warmth, joy, love and compassion it is more feigned than experienced and serves an ulterior motive. Outraged by insignificant matters, yet remaining unmoved and cold by what would upset a normal person. Since they are not genuine, neither are their promises."
The breaking point for my roommates and I came around Christmastime, when I decided to tape some of the cards we had received on a closet door in the kitchen. The day after I put them up, they disappeared. The other two roommates and I decided to leave Damien a note saying that we wanted them up and put the cards back on the door. Jane later caught him taking them down and asked him why.
“You can’t just go putting stuff up without asking, or take a roommate vote and totally disregard what I think and not ask me,” he said.
“But you can’t just take someone’s stuff down without asking. It’s rude. What is your problem with the cards?”
“They’re tacky.”
At this point, I could hear them from my room and he’s yelling at her. Jane is completely calm and rational and he is yelling, outraged. Jason overhears and comes into the kitchen.
“What’s the problem here Damien?”
Damien’s entire demeanor changes. He becomes almost calm, kind, and collected.
“Well, I just don’t want these cards up.”
“What’s the real problem here?”
And after a bit of prodding, he said, “Well, maybe I just don’t want these cards with their cheer looking at me and trying to make me happy. Maybe I just don’t want to be happy.”
It was at that point when we all realized it was time to move out. Pronto.
Did I mention he was extremely secretive and paranoid and kept his door deadbolted at all times? At one point, on Thanskgiving I knocked to see if he needed anything from the store. He later told me to never, ever knock on his door again if it was closed because it means he does not want to be disturbed.
Heaven forbid a fire start, because I wouldn’t want to break one of his rules.
* Pathological Lying
"Has no problem lying coolly and easily and it is almost impossible for them to be truthful on a consistent basis. Can create, and get caught up in, a complex belief about their own powers and abilities. Extremely convincing and even able to pass lie detector tests."
On top of passing white lies, Damien said he’d help us find new roommates when the three of us decided to move out on him. He said he’d put up an ad, but when we checked, he had taken it down. We put up our own and he had it flagged and removed from craigslist. The move-out process was a nightmare. We didn’t know if he was trying to screw us or just temporarily fuck with our minds.
At that point, we were all sleeping with our doors locked and I was fortunate enough to have met the guy I’m dating now, who let me stay with him fairly often.
I didn’t even say goodbye when I left because I was just so damn happy to be rid of the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. It’s a feeling of relief, but sadness too because honestly, the apartment was a great place, but not worth what I had to go through.
(Tue 3rd Mar 2009, 20:18, More)
» Will you go out with me?
We all get one "real life scene straight from a movie", and this was mine.
So there I was, the super cute new kid in school, asking a girl to dance at homecoming.
I had just transferred from a rough public school to a fancy private school, and at 16, I was the heartbreak of the couple dozen girls that were sick of the same couple dozen guys they had been going to school with for ages.
Still unsure what to make of this new level of attention from girls, I was hesitant to approach the gal I'd been admiring from afar. But if I was a grade older then I've got that going for me, right? She'd probably say 'yes', wouldn't she? I could do it. I mean, she's smart and beautiful, she seems really sweet - I bet she's funny, too. Maybe we'll really get along. Maybe she'll think I'm funny!
Just at the moment I was trying to dare myself to approach her at the dance, the music changed to a slow song and all of her friends she'd been dancing with started pairing up. She looked around once, twice, and then started towards the door to the punch.
Somehow I'd already started towards her. Before I could stop myself I had stopped her after only a step: "Hi Katie. Um, would you like to dance? With me?"
She looked me up and down, chuckled once, and spat, "Nice try..." as she turned and walked away.
"NICE TRY," SHE SAID, AS SHE TURNED AND WALKED AWAY.
I stood there not knowing what to do. I had to get off the dance floor, but I couldn't very well FOLLOW HER. So I stood there awkwardly, in front of all of her friends, the scene replaying over and over in my mind, until she was gone. Then I left. We never spoke again.
...
I've told that story countless times over the years because you know what? I'm glad I stepped up. I got over the rejection (cold as it was), and now I know, instead of wondering for the rest of high school if she might like me back.
(Sat 30th Aug 2008, 3:14, More)
We all get one "real life scene straight from a movie", and this was mine.
So there I was, the super cute new kid in school, asking a girl to dance at homecoming.
I had just transferred from a rough public school to a fancy private school, and at 16, I was the heartbreak of the couple dozen girls that were sick of the same couple dozen guys they had been going to school with for ages.
Still unsure what to make of this new level of attention from girls, I was hesitant to approach the gal I'd been admiring from afar. But if I was a grade older then I've got that going for me, right? She'd probably say 'yes', wouldn't she? I could do it. I mean, she's smart and beautiful, she seems really sweet - I bet she's funny, too. Maybe we'll really get along. Maybe she'll think I'm funny!
Just at the moment I was trying to dare myself to approach her at the dance, the music changed to a slow song and all of her friends she'd been dancing with started pairing up. She looked around once, twice, and then started towards the door to the punch.
Somehow I'd already started towards her. Before I could stop myself I had stopped her after only a step: "Hi Katie. Um, would you like to dance? With me?"
She looked me up and down, chuckled once, and spat, "Nice try..." as she turned and walked away.
"NICE TRY," SHE SAID, AS SHE TURNED AND WALKED AWAY.
I stood there not knowing what to do. I had to get off the dance floor, but I couldn't very well FOLLOW HER. So I stood there awkwardly, in front of all of her friends, the scene replaying over and over in my mind, until she was gone. Then I left. We never spoke again.
...
I've told that story countless times over the years because you know what? I'm glad I stepped up. I got over the rejection (cold as it was), and now I know, instead of wondering for the rest of high school if she might like me back.
(Sat 30th Aug 2008, 3:14, More)
» Puns
In which Our Hero braves the egos of twits
I used to be really good at chess. I was actually ranked in the USA at one point. I would go to competitions and win (but usually lose) against all different types.
One I thing I couldn't stand was the egos, though. Did you know that chess was classy and that it made you better than everyone else? I wouldn't have known except for the incessant bragging.
My last tournament was years ago in some big cathedral or somesuch. There were the usual tables set up in the main room, and then refreshments and nonsense in the narthex (the proper word for the small space when you first walk into a church).
Well, being a large cathedral the galling chatter of knob-hungry prats echoed and carried throughout the building.
I left early because I couldn't stand the racket of chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.
(Thu 5th Mar 2009, 18:20, More)
In which Our Hero braves the egos of twits
I used to be really good at chess. I was actually ranked in the USA at one point. I would go to competitions and win (but usually lose) against all different types.
One I thing I couldn't stand was the egos, though. Did you know that chess was classy and that it made you better than everyone else? I wouldn't have known except for the incessant bragging.
My last tournament was years ago in some big cathedral or somesuch. There were the usual tables set up in the main room, and then refreshments and nonsense in the narthex (the proper word for the small space when you first walk into a church).
Well, being a large cathedral the galling chatter of knob-hungry prats echoed and carried throughout the building.
I left early because I couldn't stand the racket of chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.
(Thu 5th Mar 2009, 18:20, More)