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Superbowl Sunday @ DOOM SOUTH
#16
...sounds like you've been having an awful spot of luck lately. I hope things turn around for you soon and hope we can touch base while I'm down there. I'm coming in Sunday for the Superbowl on TQ & G's godzilla HDTV, and then Monday, I'm part of a panel discussion on Shaolin Temple at Otis College of Art and Design (they are paying my way, which is why I'll be there).

http://www.otis.edu/index.php?id=236
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#17
Thanks DM. I still am hoping to make the game, we'll see.
Regarding the link to the Otis site, why did they not create an individual "Bio" section for you as they did for the other guy? Obviously some form of favoritism on the part of their events department. I would suggest the use of some of those Sholin moves to both make an example of them, and create a wonderful 'interactive' feel to their display.
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#18
No one puts DM in the corner. although he doesn't get a special bio section.
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#19
I was wondering about this...

How do they make the first down line appear on the football field during a game?

http://scienceline.org/2008/01/14/ask-tweed-yellowline/

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#20
I think we need to work on them a bit more, but it's a start.

[Image: boobcookies.jpg]
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#21
...they were delicious, a little flat (could have used some nuts) but the nipples were luscious chocolaty goodness.

more on DOOM South to come...
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#22
Call me old fashioned, but I refuse to have "nuts" with my boob cookies!!! Just the boobs please, I do not feel like experimenting...well...maybe a nice, ripe banana...
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#23
As Dm was programming Greg's number in the cell, it was noted that 'glynch' would make a fine new nickname. It reminds me of the sound of stepping on a fat tadpole, or how a ninja might say Grinch. I'm just putting that out there, to see if it takes.

the glynch picked dm up at the appointed time althought did *not* don the requested kato mask and cap (the kato thong was never verified). dm was spirited to lynch manor where tq was busily baking her boobs. requested libations (guinness and nachos) were provided in copious amounts and we all watched the superbowl on the mammoth leviathan compensation hdtv, wiching we had 7-3 on a pool. amani caught several passes which provide the only real entertainment in the game, save for the end. petty did not spark a doobie, much to dm's chagrin. dinner was at cpk and it was delightful. the glynch and tq turned in quite early, leaving dm to navigate the 1000 wonderous channels of the hdtv (sadly all the good ones weren't paid for). dm got very little sleep because as soon as he surfed from one end to the other, a half hour would have gone by and it was time to start again. there was early morning dog walks and we all felt horribly for the one suffering hound, which the glynch took to the vet for an expensive "we don't know what's wrong' visit. the sound of the hound's cries were haunting. tq vanished into her cat cave to work. dm read to himself until lunch. the historic reunion of dm and 'pino was arranged by the glynch at the auspicious cheesecake factory at the galleria. it was an excellent doom lunch. the glynch then escorted dm to a fine military surplus store where he could pick up a cheap belt and entertained dm with a quick touristy view of the writer's strike. then the glynch delivered dm to the hotel next to otis for the talk. great hotel - complete with sheep in the lobby and wacky toilets. the talk went well, save a strange gaff by dm about trying to get to the nuns. attendance was light, but dm still got paid so all is good. dm south attended in all their glory, then bid dm a fond adieu. dm was left with the other speakers and another shaolin friend. we proceded to a diner and chatted until 2 am. dm had to get up the next morning at 4 to catch the plane home. not much sleep, but that's par for the course.

dm is very grateful for the southern doom hospitality. s. doom appears to be in reasonable condition, considering the scar tissue and mileage - perhaps even slightly better than to be expected at this stage of the game although it's unlikely they see themselves so.

and in the end, tq got the last laugh by tossing her cookies via mail to dm. quite the parting shot. t appreciated the cookies.
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#24
I got the SO giving the DM boob cookies and I've got the DM responding by mentioning wet cats. Something doesn't strike me quite right. Do you remember in Stalag 17 when the guy keeps getting letters from his wife who says she's had a baby and oddly it looks like the neighbor but it really is his baby. the guy keeps saying, "I believe it. I believe it" much like a mantra to persuade himself? Maybe I'm that guy.

Never cottoned to the whole nickname thing. You call me the lynchmob and some people might get offended. My sister played the grinch in elementary school and that didn't help matters for her. I was shrek for a while. But I didn't really respond when called that. I was hoping Pope_g would manifest, but alas, I only call me that and not very often.

Glad you had a good time, DM. You need to return and finish the Guinness. Glad I didn't buy the twelve pack. Our door is always open. Hope you like cats.

In a synchronicity note, DM's hotel and adjacent restaurant were reviewed in the LA Times on Thursday of that week.

Custom Hotel
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#25
Quote:Maybe I should do a pole?

How are you defining "do" in that sentence? In the mafioso sense, or the other sense?

...and are you talking about some random Pole, or do you have someone particular in mind?

...and what bearing does that have on what people call you?

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#26
It should have been Poll.

As I wrote it, I knew it looked wrong. But the part that would have told me what was wrong was on a coffee break or something.

Of course, I could have just gone back and changed it once thatGuy chirped in, but then his jokes wouldn't have made any sense. And that is what the forum is about; making cents.
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#27
dm's codeine cough syrup leaked in transit. after arriving at tq & the glynch pad, dm noticed a disturbing wet spot at the base of his pack and looked to see if the dogs were acting guilty. they weren't. quite to opposite. investigation quickly revealed the problem. there was a clean-up involving lots of dish soap and ziplocks. then things got hazy. perhaps that was after the cookie? what was in those cookies? there was something about a stenography machine and a bright light. strange howling noise. sleep deprivation. bright lights. i confess. not room 101. rats? do it to julia!
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#28
unfortunately we weren't at this part. it happened the day before. Missed Dechao completely (but he gave me a cool bamboo carving...)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_NNHWN-0...re=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5ziKQdLy...re=related
Check out the calligraphy warm up up on the second link....it's very Shaolin...
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#29
Well, we weren't here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWYhGIariGs
but we were here, although totally out of camera; however if you listen closely, you can hear greg fart in the background - they kicked us out after that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTFOFl_7q0E
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#30
At least I wasn't the one getting on the nuns. hmmm? I think it was you who farted anyway.
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