I always thought Artemis was the dude in "Wild Wild West".

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So, when it is done, TCM cocktails for everyone. It is morning? Time used to be slower.

And your my bitch.

It's the name of a Rum Runner.

Nice apostrophe. Wanna fuck?

Looks like G&C might have a date.

Sorry, my dance card is full of real women.

W/air valves on
their backs and
batteries for
their mouths.

Ha!

Make up your mind. Yours or mine?

' and '.

Thank you. I am not very energetic today.

Oh, boy.

That bodes well
for me.

"Artemis is a gal's name"

If my name was Helfrich, I'd kill myself.

Artemis at the lounge!

I know I've been
there. Head lived
closer, though.

I just knew you were the sensitive and languishing poet kind of guy. You'd make a stirring death scene out of it.
Weiter so!

That Anglo-Saxon double-elled hell is freezing over. It's fake.

Um, no.

It's Hell, Michigan.

Head and I both used
to live sort of near
there.

Still it's freezing over.

Um, yeah.

It's in Michigan.

Dante never was. You Yankees created your own Hell. It's fake.

Don't you dare start talking SHIT about
Christmas, MI...

You will sooo be getting the stale fruit cake this year.

And don't bring
Intercourse, Pa.
into it, either.

"Hell is other
people."

As some Frenchy
filosofy fuck said.

I thought Pee Vee said that. Guess he's been upgraded to Frenchy filosofy fuck.

Jean-Paul Sartre, an atheist, btw.

Goddam him,
then.

I got the idea of posting some good things I know about some of the people who were involved in the brawl. No bad things - too much of that has already been posted. I was going to include, among others:

Grim
Eric
Kirk
Oxy
Pierre

But then people might say I was lying, or self-serving, or had some hidden agenda, or was just plain wrong, because, after all, their own results may have varied considerably. So to hell with it.

Liver, the "thank you" you posted to me after I posted a different side of the story meant a lot to me. See, little things can mean a lot. It made me feel welcome here, for the first time in years. Before I get too sappy and catch the hobnail boot right dead in the anus that I know is coming if I hang around too long, I have to say that your post ranking methods of communication is well taken. Face to face is good. It goes to hell fast from there. I had reached the same conclusion at Ted's gathering in NOLA, but forgot what I learned, then was recalibrated at TXLF, but backslid again.

The Internet is not to be taken too seriously, it's bad for our mental health.

So you've read at least about Nietzsche and Sartre. Did that somehow give shape to what you are now? - Fuck that lousy question! I'm drunk and worn-out. Fuck you too!

This needs a ™

I'm wired as hell, yet perfectly stable.

Face a fuck in the eye,
it's different.

True.

It's been too long since I've had the pleasure of reading Artemae posts.

Yeah, forget them other guys, talk about me, me, me. . .

I've found that once you've made friends with someone in real life
they often take your words much more seriously and to heart. I've been
misunderstood for many things I've said publicly and privately that I
thought were witty, poetic or insightful. But because the tone of my voice isn't
there and the smile on my face is hidden by miles of wire, I ended up spending
far more time explaining what I meant, than it took me the first time.
Use an emoticon, one might say. The times I have were disastrous.

That "it's just the Internet" business is nonsense when it comes
to people you've met in real life. If you compliment someone you
know on the Internet, it makes them feel good. Because they assume
you're being sincere. If you're being a dick or being perceived as being
a dick and they get hurt by that, it's your cue as a friend to to clear it up.



You shouldn't have to walk on eggs. But when a conflict between
friends on the Internet arises, it should really be taken off-line,
preferably by telephone. By one person or the other. And JESUS CHRIST!
clear it up before everyone in the peanut gallery is putting their two cents
in and drawing conclusions based on their emotions and perceived shadowy
insinuation. What other people think or "thank you" for is irrelevant. It's none
of their business. Having said that, I thank you for listening.

And my ribs and black eyed peas turned out WONDERFUL!

People tend to put too much meaning into other people's words, sometimes.
There are times I like to dump a stream of consciousness and assume everyone gets my fuzzy meaning,
then I go back and read it, and I don't even get it.
Sorry about that.
I guess the moral is: don't follow anyone.

Oh, and thanks Head.

If your name were Helfrich, you mean. Evidently that's not in the realm of the possible or you'd have killed yourself by now. Helfrich, by the way, is (fortunately) his last name, a name that betrays his ancestry.

Just living up to my reputation, Arty ;).

Fucking asshole.

I hope you know you're in no danger of that.
Nobody wears hobnail boots anymore.

This place is lousy with the theme of eternal recurrence.
Hang around long enough and you'll bear firsthand witness to it.

You said that last time.

Yes, fuck'em all. Lousy bastards! They are ruining lives with their lousy questions as if anyone had ever paid attention to what they mumble.

Artie, Head,
Well said.

Liver, if love was shit
you'd be full of it.

Well, amigo,
I am full of
myself.

Love flows where Loucheliver goes.