Full Version: Tippin' & Typin' LXII
i still haven't found myself.
Look under the table.
i'm always in the last place i look
Start somewhere for
idiots next time.
idiots next time.
Tonight sucked.
First, I went to the bar because I promised this sweet little octogenarian that I'd show up to meet him.
He's a hoot and has lived in Vegas since '64. He's got some grate stories about Elvis and Deano and Frank.
Old bastard never showed.
Normally, I'd be pissed, but in his case, I worry that he's stroked out.
Then I was supposed to go to my friend's new place for beer and swimming.
But his roommate had an impromptu visit by family.
So that's a no go.
It's 8:30 on a Saturday, and I'm home alone.
Luckily, the housewarming case of beer I bought is cold.
First, I went to the bar because I promised this sweet little octogenarian that I'd show up to meet him.
He's a hoot and has lived in Vegas since '64. He's got some grate stories about Elvis and Deano and Frank.
Old bastard never showed.
Normally, I'd be pissed, but in his case, I worry that he's stroked out.
Then I was supposed to go to my friend's new place for beer and swimming.
But his roommate had an impromptu visit by family.
So that's a no go.
It's 8:30 on a Saturday, and I'm home alone.
Luckily, the housewarming case of beer I bought is cold.
Brut #2. They claim this stuff is still proof but I've had way too many glasses to think that it contains any alcohol at all.
Is it as wormoody juicy fruity as the last batch?
QUOTE(A.B. Normal @ Jul 29 2006, 11:40 PM) 
Tonight sucked.
As I've said, so does Vegas.
As for my night?
A kick ass party on the Cape,
free booze, tons of food, private beach,
Pro Bluegrass band hired for the night,
and a nook in the kitchen dedicated to absinthe.
But Vegas is better,
it has rocks,
and a bottom,
great.
You're right.
In a town that doesn't ever close
where you can drink and smoke and gamble and have fun 24-7
and meet people from all over the planet in one small town.
Fucking sucks, it does.
Frankly, I can't imagine why anyone would come here.
In a town that doesn't ever close
where you can drink and smoke and gamble and have fun 24-7
and meet people from all over the planet in one small town.
Fucking sucks, it does.
Frankly, I can't imagine why anyone would come here.
No desire to make fun,
just wander around to whatever's open.
Causes a lack of originality.
And heat sucks.
I don't like this shit of tacking new posts onto my old ones.
Undemocratic.
Is there a time limit to this crap?
If not Liver is gonna be pissed.
The edited by line is funny
Since it is well before the actual post time
New post #8 now
Which was 5 mins before the first post.
Of course,
Vegas still sucks.
just wander around to whatever's open.
Causes a lack of originality.
And heat sucks.
I don't like this shit of tacking new posts onto my old ones.
Undemocratic.
Is there a time limit to this crap?
If not Liver is gonna be pissed.
The edited by line is funny
Since it is well before the actual post time
New post #8 now
Which was 5 mins before the first post.
Of course,
Vegas still sucks.
Spelling correction fixed the edit timing
Wowzers,
I must have passed the time limit too.
Come on Abby! You can do it!
Above was 3 posts, this #4,
still no Abby.
SHe must have passed out,
booze and old guys will get to ya.
Mebbe she played with #95 too much.
Wowzers,
I must have passed the time limit too.
Come on Abby! You can do it!
Above was 3 posts, this #4,
still no Abby.
SHe must have passed out,
booze and old guys will get to ya.
Mebbe she played with #95 too much.
Nope.
I was transcribing something.
I apologize to the rest of you for this.
“America, in other words, is a very poor lens through which to view Las Vegas, while Las Vegas is a wonderful lens through which to view America. What is hidden elsewhere exists here in quotidian visibility. So when you fly out of Las Vegas to, say, Milwaukee, the absences imposed by repression are like holes in your vision. They become breathtakingly perceptible, and, as a consequence, there is no better place than Las Vegas for a traveler to feel at home. The town has a quick, feral glamour that is hard to localize—and it arises, I think, out of the suppression of social differences rather than their exacerbation. The whole city floats on a sleek frisson of anxiety and promise that those of us addicted to such distraction must otherwise induce by motion or medication.
Moreover, since I must regularly venture out of Vegas onto the bleak savannas of high culture, and there, like an aging gigolo, generate bodily responses to increasingly abject objects of desire, there is nothing quite as bracing as the prospect of flying home, of swooping down into that ardent explosion of lights in the heart of the pitch-black desert—of coming home to the only indigenous visual culture on the North American continent, a town bereft of dead white walls, gray wool carpets, ficus plants, and Barcelona chairs—where there is everything to see and not a single pretentious object demanding to be scrutinized.
…Vegas lives—in those fluttery moments of faint but rising hope, in the probability of wonder, in the swell of desire while the dice are still bouncing, just before the card flips face-up. And win or lose, you always have that instant of genuine justifiable hope. It is always there. Even though we know the rules governing random events are always overtaken by the law of large numbers, there is always that window of opportunity, that statistical crazy zone, before this happens, when anything can happen…
I was transcribing something.
I apologize to the rest of you for this.
“America, in other words, is a very poor lens through which to view Las Vegas, while Las Vegas is a wonderful lens through which to view America. What is hidden elsewhere exists here in quotidian visibility. So when you fly out of Las Vegas to, say, Milwaukee, the absences imposed by repression are like holes in your vision. They become breathtakingly perceptible, and, as a consequence, there is no better place than Las Vegas for a traveler to feel at home. The town has a quick, feral glamour that is hard to localize—and it arises, I think, out of the suppression of social differences rather than their exacerbation. The whole city floats on a sleek frisson of anxiety and promise that those of us addicted to such distraction must otherwise induce by motion or medication.
Moreover, since I must regularly venture out of Vegas onto the bleak savannas of high culture, and there, like an aging gigolo, generate bodily responses to increasingly abject objects of desire, there is nothing quite as bracing as the prospect of flying home, of swooping down into that ardent explosion of lights in the heart of the pitch-black desert—of coming home to the only indigenous visual culture on the North American continent, a town bereft of dead white walls, gray wool carpets, ficus plants, and Barcelona chairs—where there is everything to see and not a single pretentious object demanding to be scrutinized.
…Vegas lives—in those fluttery moments of faint but rising hope, in the probability of wonder, in the swell of desire while the dice are still bouncing, just before the card flips face-up. And win or lose, you always have that instant of genuine justifiable hope. It is always there. Even though we know the rules governing random events are always overtaken by the law of large numbers, there is always that window of opportunity, that statistical crazy zone, before this happens, when anything can happen…
Grate, thanks, proof of the lack of imagination there.
You know I love ya, but you have no soul.
I don't find soul in drunks tossing cards and chips,
glitter and neon sucking up electricity that could power useful works,
$$$s spent on stupid clothes and overpriced drinks,
living in a desert and draining resources when they could be more appropriatley used.
Move back to the land, grow your food, grow your grains,
ferment your own alcohol. In other words understand living.
Las Vegas is a place to not think,
and as such, is a snapshot of the US today.
Sorry my soul is differnet.
glitter and neon sucking up electricity that could power useful works,
$$$s spent on stupid clothes and overpriced drinks,
living in a desert and draining resources when they could be more appropriatley used.
Move back to the land, grow your food, grow your grains,
ferment your own alcohol. In other words understand living.
Las Vegas is a place to not think,
and as such, is a snapshot of the US today.
QUOTE
Las Vegas is a wonderful lens through which to view America
Sorry my soul is differnet.
It's a town where you'll never get a glass of water unless you specifically ask for it.
Unlike other desert towns.
A town where I found a fountain that expressly stated that the water in it was brought in from CanuckyFuckyLand.
After coming from Phx, where there are no restrictions, despite it being a desert, I find this place refreshingly realistic.
I have no excuse for the neon and the lights.
Except it's fun.
Which, I understand, you'll never get.
Unlike other desert towns.
A town where I found a fountain that expressly stated that the water in it was brought in from CanuckyFuckyLand.
After coming from Phx, where there are no restrictions, despite it being a desert, I find this place refreshingly realistic.
I have no excuse for the neon and the lights.
Except it's fun.
Which, I understand, you'll never get.
QUOTE(A.B. Normal @ Jul 30 2006, 12:53 AM)
Is it as wormoody juicy fruity as the last batch?
It's better than the first batch but after a few glasses I realized that they completely forgot to include any alcohol. The more I drank, the soberer I got.
Perception is everything....
Well, they got really good junk shops if'n
yah actually want something tangible for
yer money.
I vote YES for VEGAS.
yah actually want something tangible for
yer money.
I vote YES for VEGAS.
QUOTE(Grey Boy @ Jul 30 2006, 04:14 AM)
I don't find soul in drunks tossing cards and chips,
glitter and neon sucking up electricity that could power useful works,
$$$s spent on stupid clothes and overpriced drinks,
living in a desert and draining resources when they could be more appropriatley used.
Move back to the land, grow your food, grow your grains,
ferment your own alcohol. In other words understand living.
Las Vegas is a place to not think,
and as such, is a snapshot of the US today.
QUOTE
Las Vegas is a wonderful lens through which to view America
Sorry my soul is differnet.
I love you.
Do you think when 9/11 happened, that the people who worked in Vegas at the New York, NY Casino felt it just a little bit more? I bet they did.
My favourite thing about Las Vegas is the movie Leaving Las Vegas, which is in my top 5 of all time movies. Back when Nick Cage actually bothered to act. There was a whole lot of tippin in that one. Not much typin though.
Don't get me wrong, I like Abby, just not her environs.
FWIW, I'm pretty sick of Boston too.
FWIW, I'm pretty sick of Boston too.
A-town 2008.
Gawd no! (at least not in July!)
Vegas is OK for 3 days or less but otherwise, Grey is right.
Vegas is OK for 3 days or less but otherwise, Grey is right.
I can gamble, hook up with hookers and make an ass of myself online all I want. Why would I want to get on a plane to do it?
Well they do bring you free drinks in Vegas.
QUOTE(Porkio @ Jul 31 2006, 04:27 PM)
I can gamble, hook up with hookers and make an ass of myself
You're coming to DC and becoming a lobbyist?
QUOTE(jaded prol @ Jul 31 2006, 01:34 PM)
Well they do bring you free drinks in Vegas.
Only when you're losing $$ at their tables.
You really be paying for them, just not as they bring 'em.
They'll bring you even more drinks if your winning.
Win or lose, you bet free booze.
Incidentally, there's a bartender at the Flamingo who thinks I'm nuts.
I kinda like that.
Incidentally, there's a bartender at the Flamingo who thinks I'm nuts.
I kinda like that.
And I've just realized I've been derelict in my doodies.
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