The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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there are SO times that i miss austin, texas. {sigh}

we used to go see this dude, and he was even better in person. drove 8 hours to get there. worth every minute and drop o'gas.


[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqU9RZqvFKY[/youtube]

Ah-HA!! ! Caught you! Miss head-messer-upper-and-thinks-it's-fun! Luckily for you I haven't been to bed yet, and so cannot think of something to say. But this saves my spot for tomorrow, if my brain is working then...

oh, yah. try to bluff your way out.

and that's ms, not miss.

oh, hell. the kid's home from working late. there goes the zinfandel and walking blues for the night. see ya'll another time.

(Chuck, knowing full well he is out of his league in the first place, brain dead in the second, faces a head-aching, wine-sipping, ex-Austin wild redneck music-loving Ms. Nan in a taunt off):

.... erm, .. (stretches, clears throat), ...um...

.... oh, YEAH?

(note how I time my response for after her exit? timing is everything in life...)

OH!! OH!! Puleeeze puleeezze rattle your brain stem and send me a link for this. I'll be a good boy , I promise , I'll even swap ya for it . Let me see, humm, how about, 3 used and badly broken electric appliances, a water rat (you can feed them to your geese), one autographed copy of "I Don't Need No Stinkin Instructions" and a coffee mug with no handle. I'll even throw in a used lady finger mold. Deal?

If pressed(TM), I might be able to sweeten the deal. I can think of several things I wouldn't mind being pressed(TM) with, none involving electricity. Although the experience might be uplifting. I could even say yes with the big Jimi question, have you ever been experienced. Yes, please press me.

Just popped in to have a peak and say goodnight. I'm suffering from a lack of things to say. Have fun with that, Postie.

Hmmmmmmmm

OMG, I found one even bigger and better, and hold on to you hat, it's got music too. This is freakin' heaven.

We'll talk about what you owe me later. I'm going into Rumplestiltskin mode. Let me see......Hmmmmmm

Blue Ball Machine

Nan so said the following enlightning phrases and phrasettes:

"there are SO times that i miss austin, texas. {sigh}
we used to go see this dude, and he was even better in person. drove 8 hours to get there. worth every minute and drop o'gas."


Good tune, very good tune. I caught Johnny Winters act at Woodstock. Only took the one view to get me hooked on his style. Stand out performance at the old festival in the mud. I might have actually read about how they found him in the back clubs in Texas before I saw him, in Rolling Stone. I've missed him twice in small clubs wondering around the country, someday maybe, someday. Nothing like the small clubs to get the feel. Caught Joe Cocker only a little while after Woodstock too, small setting. He was with Mad Dogs and Englishmen back then, hell just his backup band members went on to do wonderful music later.

Shhhhh Mentioning zinfandel to me is just unfair. Get em young they're better then anything aged very long. Obviously you're a lady of excellent taste. Well are ya? Do you taste good? Not to worry, everything goes well with a fine ketchup.

Who was that masked man?

Did you mean OMFG!! ! ? Keeeripes. Marvelous, simply marvelous.

Some how I think I'm going to pay dearly for this trade.

Blue Ball Machine

this get's it's own thread


Merle

oh, yeah UNCONTROLLABLE SCREAMING INTO THE NIGHT!!

Pardon me. Can I get up now? I thought I was studying quite intensely on the sofa, but it turned out to be a pottie couched as a rhododendron.

I don't want to intrude, but I've been reviewing some of the postings while sleeping on the sofa and I suddenly had an epiphany . . . I really need to attend a remedial posting and reading class. Is that offered here? I mean, I am new to communicating with other patrons here, and after a systematic study I've realized that I'm totally clueless. Well, I am new to communicating via the Internet. Only been doing it for 4 weeks now. And so I don't understand many, many things. OK, so I really have very limited experience communicating with humans in any manner, because I hardly ever do. And I have great difficulty understanding facial expresions in real life, let alone those little baffling symbolic emoticon thingies. They're like enigmas designed to symbolize enigmas. Do I need to go on? I am an Aspie, you know! And I confess that I might just have a few other mild conditions too.

But, I'd really like to make people laugh at me, because that makes me happy. It's just that I'm not sure how to do it. Sorry I'm as thick as a rock. But at least I'm trying. Hopefully not too trying. Can someone give me hand please? Just be careful where you put it, OK?

Alan (not to be confused with Alan)

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Who stole my brainscan?

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Your brain scan? I beg to differ with you. I'll have you know that is MY brain scan too. I wasn't sure we even had one, this is a relief. I was pretty sure we were taking turns with our single brain cell.

I already answered or commented on the parts I snipped off else where. But I wasn't sure way back among the pages here, if you were serious or not about your room in the past and the TV with the white dot. Vivid image when you wrote it. I guess I must have known that doesn't come from our type of humor and that it was very real. Still is, but I remember seeing that dot appear when the tv was turned off. It was a sure sign the tv was about to get it's tube blown. Watching a blown tube, how f*****g ironic. See here's the thing, having that white dot on the one I have now would still be ironic to me and the white noise would still be soothing. I wonder if that's out on dvd yet.

Hey, old man! I got dibbs on the brain. And water on it, too.



That TV was very real and very broken, like so much that was in the orphanage run by my biological family. But as I was the only orphan in the place, that TV was not a broken piece of junk to me. It was the only thing I could rely upon. It was the only thing that responded in a predictable manner, no matter what buttons were pushed, pulled or turned. It was the only thing that was warm. It was the only thing that spoke to me in a soft, pleasing manner that I could understand. It was my sole companion for many years. And it wasn't for many years after I escaped that I discovered how TV's were supposed to work.

What a disappointment. Sorry that slipped out in that previous posting. And now, you've gone and pulled some more out of me. I really don't like disturbing people with the dark matter of my life. I'd so much rather make people laugh.

You see? I really do need remedial training.


Alan (the young and buff one)

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