I was trying to think of a “milestone party” that hadn’t been done yet. NTG’s stellar surreal bash was unique; we’ve had drunken debauches, tea parties and just about everything short of human sacrifice and cannibalism.
I considered a “don your own ridiculous persona” party along the lines of…a certain troll who shan’t be fed, i.e. slut rock goddess, the True Pope, etc. But it could just validate the putz.
So Chris suggested a “let it all hang out bitch party”; y’know just let rip with the aggravation du jour and hoist a glass in communal crankiness. Sounds good to me: a cluster primal scream, of sorts.
Thanks to all you sincerely sick, twisted, funny, funky, technicolor individualists. It’s been a hoot!
Oh man, I wish I could play “Oh Do Not Forsake Me” by They Might Be Giants right now… one thousand years old…
sure you think that’s old…
one thousand years old…
but what do I know…
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Awww, you guys; a beard and mustache trimmer, a chorus of sorts from Opal, kind assertions that I don’t look a day over 900…gersh!
Well, just to celebrate in style I by-gosh tried out my brand new carpet cleaner!
Can I reconsider this whole dismal party? Nachos, black&tans, any dip you want, margatitas hauled in by tanker truck…you know, the standard wretched excess?
If nothing else we can watch the spillage getting sucked up in the new cleaner.
So it’s Communal Crankiness ye want, eh? Another Oedipus at Colonus, building an end to our suffering? More Hobbesian utilitarian moralists judging on the basis of preference rather than on sounder Kantian transcendental values? Is THAT what ye want? The goddamned salty late-night tears of well-fed, well-housed, over-read, half-baked sentimentalists wringin’ their fariggin’ hands and sharin’ the pain of yet another manifestation of their GOD-AWFUL heart-wrenchin’ romantic fascism? IS THAT WHAT YE WANT? WELL IS IT?
If so, ye can forget about it sister. I refuse to give in to that brand of childishness.
Congrats Veb.
Dr. Watson
“Morality must have its boundaries.”
Congratulations, and my compliments for a handle that commemorates Thorstein Veblen. Not only did he expose conspicuous consumption, but gave us the quote “all professions are a conspiracy against the laity.”
I agree with Slithy Tove. I, too, have a soft spot for the original T. Veblen. Therefore, I have a soft spot for you. Congrats on reaching the big 1000.
