tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post8728910224378438394..comments2023-10-10T07:26:23.616-07:00Comments on Aunty Christ loves all her children: Aunty Christ and the … Aw fuck it, this is bullshit, manAunty Christhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-22541654186031452162007-04-11T18:35:00.000-07:002007-04-11T18:35:00.000-07:00Disco Boy: That dog! This--"ah, the glorious resu...Disco Boy: That dog! This--"ah, the glorious results of a misdirected polytechnical education"--made me laugh quite a bit. So there's that.<BR/><BR/>George: I assume you know a thing or two about bad karma heck circles, in your line of work. Which I think should sound pretty ominous to anyone who doesn't know what line of work you're in. I'm just going to leave it at that. I like sounding ominous.<BR/><BR/>Nicole: Yeah, I asked Rich if he knew who you are, assuming that you had leaped over from his blog. He didn't (or <I>claimed</I> not to ... hmmmm!). If this were 1994 and I had just been introduced to Ye Olde Inter-Nette I would say something like "*shrug*". Now I have to suggest my simultaneous interest/not-really interest using written cues. But yes, hello! Welcome! Thanks!Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-33800143022477775192007-04-11T16:50:00.000-07:002007-04-11T16:50:00.000-07:00'Ennobled'.Hey Nicole: we're wondering who you are...'Ennobled'.<BR/>Hey Nicole: we're wondering who you are.rich bachelorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16273482345189891431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-77741219826178720412007-04-11T13:29:00.000-07:002007-04-11T13:29:00.000-07:001. Rich how do you spell ennobeled.2. correction w...1. Rich how do you spell ennobeled.<BR/><BR/>2. correction what was: "and distilled it down to the misguided idea that any ethical thing you do is somehow taking it to the man"<BR/><BR/>was supposed to be: "and distilled it down to the misguided idea that any *unethical* thing you do is somehow taking it to the man."George Pophamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937343965926372788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-86209758982803299282007-04-11T13:26:00.000-07:002007-04-11T13:26:00.000-07:00gotta chime in with disco on the petty crime ethic...gotta chime in with disco on the petty crime ethics thing. Back when I was getting a cheap thrill out of petty crime, it was *always* and in every way a statement of silly ass rebellion, but I still think that ennobeled it a bit. I stole street signs, and hood ornaments off of fancy cars and as for general theft, always always always steal from corporations. Steal from the 7-11, or the Texaco convienience store but don't steal from the mom and pop store. Stealing a bike would have been unthinkable.<BR/><BR/>Although, I have to say that many of these idiots have taken the outlaw ethos and distilled it down to the misguided idea that any ethical thing you do is somehow taking it to the man. <BR/><BR/>Stealing bikes, backpacks; there's a special circle of bad karma heck reserved for those who steal these things.George Pophamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937343965926372788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-15798176656554960802007-04-11T10:33:00.000-07:002007-04-11T10:33:00.000-07:00sorry about the bike. i too know what it is to lo...sorry about the bike. i too know what it is to lose a prized possession... the fucking dog ate my ipod a couple of weeks back. oh how i grieved. me and the dog are still emotionally distant. but this ain't about me...<BR/><BR/>some days... in your fair city, i would get so fucking frustrated, for it is a small town, and only at the worst times do you realize you can walk into any bar and know three or four people present. that cannot help but rattle around in the back of your head anytime something like a theft or a hit-and-run or some other faceless crime gets you: odds are you know someone who knows someone who fucking did this. and that's unforgivable. <BR/><BR/>i used to be good friends with a odd group of boys who were way too smart for their own good about cars. they used to steal crap off and out of cars regularly, but they had some bizarre code of ethics about it; never break glass, always lock it back up, try and replace what you steal. i remember acting as a sort of lookout as we "traded out" seats out of a jetta in northwest portland... literally, they were taking out these aftermarket race seats, and replacing them with the stock ones that were in my pal's car. we almost got caught because it was taking too long to re-install the old ones. ah, the glorious results of a misdirected polytechnical education. still don't make it right.disco boyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03118794157468100389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-76269432721405790082007-04-10T22:34:00.000-07:002007-04-10T22:34:00.000-07:00Aunty, you're cute. Never change. I'm glad you ha...Aunty, you're cute. Never change. I'm glad you have a smart cute guy to flirt with.Hapatrailshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18071347603785332608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-31598794795012545912007-04-10T11:19:00.000-07:002007-04-10T11:19:00.000-07:00Oh, I know. Perfectly understandable, that Embarra...Oh, I know. Perfectly understandable, that Embarrassed Guy thing. And, frankly, it's lovely to at least try to convince people not to make too much of a drunken, emotional fool of themselves in public, when they are dead set on doing so. As I was, last night.<BR/><BR/>"Where people are, theft shall be." And that's why that damn renter's insurance is actually a good thing, I guess. Though that doesn't make me think any more highly of people right now.Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-54406742301640891742007-04-10T10:58:00.000-07:002007-04-10T10:58:00.000-07:00Ah, the Embarrassed Guy thing. Yes, for my own sel...Ah, the Embarrassed Guy thing. Yes, for my own selfish needs, I didn't want to be in a crowded public setting with it looking like I'd made you cry, and now wouldn't let you leave.<BR/><BR/>But then, I also was knowing for damn sure how my asking for us to leave would look, as well. The barkeep was the only one in there who knew about your bike, by the way, and even he seemed nonplussed that it was a bicycle and not a motorbike under discussion.<BR/><BR/>Where people are, theft shall be. But nonetheless we must try madam, eh?rich bachelorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16273482345189891431noreply@blogger.com