Mau Tai Postscript

Okay, now we're drunk.

And we're still belching it.

Happy New Year. Yee haw!

Mau Tai Summary

Don't belch it.

The end.

PS- Gambei!

Mau Tai Shot 9

Greg: Ow!
Me: Yeah!
Greg: Ow!
Me: Yeah!
Greg: Oh god...that one hurt...oh god...

Mau Tai Shot 8

Greg: Oh god! ...okay...whoo!

Mau Tai Shot 7

Me: Rabbit rabbit rabbit.
Greg: Argh! You're full of mau tai and you still got it!

Me: Oh, God! Don't belch it!
Greg: I just did! It burns all the way!

Mau Tai Shot 6

Greg: Gambai! *chug* *pause* *assess* I'm okay! That one didn't hurt as much. For some reason.

Mau Tai Shot 5

Dude, which shot is this? I totally thought it was 4.

Greg can't talk. Woohoo!

Mau Tai Shot 4

I'm belching it, and it burns.

Quote of the moment: Abstract expressionism is the highest form of murder. --Seanbaby

Mau Tai Shot 3

One of us is topless.

Mau Tai Shots 1 & 2...

...pass without event.

101.9 All Christmas All the Time

Greg (downstairs, in earshot of the radio): Sarah! You're missing Mariah Carey!
Me (upstairs, thankfully not in earshot of the radio): Excellent! You know what's great? I'm cleaning the bathroom, and I'd rather be cleaning the bathroom than listening to Mariah Carey.
Greg: Can I clean the bathroom?
Me: No.
Greg: Be careful. I'm never going to ask that again.
Me: I know. But I get the bathroom and you get Mariah Carey.
Greg: *pouts*

Numb Nuts PC Update

• Numb Nuts asks COL if Y is possible.
• COL asks me if Y is possible.
• I tell COL Y is not possible. I also mention how many times Soloist and I have already told Numb Nuts that Y is not possible. I tell him to tell Numb Nuts to use X.
• COL tells Numb Nuts Y is not possible, and to use X.
• Time passes.
• Soloist tells me X is off, and we need to pull some manner of Z out of the air.
  
  I'll keep everyone posted on this 'un. Should be good.

Poopy

I swear I sent a Numb Nuts update from my mac, and it's being ignored. Why does everyone hate Mac OS?

*sniffle*

It never hurt anyone. It's practically Unix!

Numb Nuts

Me to Numb Nuts: Give me your address so I can send you X.
Numb Nuts to Me: *nothing*

Me to Soloist: Give me numb nuts' address so I can send him X.
Soloist to Me: Here's the address. He wants Y instead of X now, but I told him Y isn't possible. Is that correct?
Me to Soloist: That's true, Y isn't possible.

Numb Nuts to Me: Soloist said Y was possible.
Me to Numb Nuts: Y isn't possible. Give me your address so I can send you X.
Numb Nuts to Me: *nothing*

Codify your Codes!

In case you're ever looking at Elinor Remick Warren's website, please note that NN stands for NYPL, CLU stands for UCLA, and DLC stands for the LOC.

Convenient!

Tempo! Tempo!

"Molto moderato" --Arnold Schoenberg, "Variation 5," Theme and Variations, Opus 43a

Useless Program Note du Jour

"La Reine de la Mer" was sometimes performed under the title "Queen of the Sea."
--Paul Bierley (who should know better)

Plan C

AF Band: The law does not apply to us!
The Law: Yes, it does.
AF Band: Okay, plan B. We ignore the law!
The Law: Like hell you will.
AF Band: Okay, plan C...er...we'll CHANGE the law!

*sigh* This will not end soon. I hope they have a plan D. I suggest: adhere to the law, like everyone else.

Consistency? Bah.

Here's the set list of the CD I'm cataloging right now:

Timepiece (2001)
Chamber Symphony (1993)
Stomp Igor (1998)
Canvas (2000)
Vortex (2000)
First Suite in E-flat (1909)

I can totally imagine the lead-up to that.

"Modern music is hard! My brain hurts."
"Yeah, but the CD is only like 40 minutes long."
"Eh, slap the Holst on the end. At least we won't have to rehearse it."
"Hey, yeah! Then we'll have a track anyone besides us will ever listen to!"

What I saw...

...Greg's nerd friend buying at the grocery store, in toto:

Toilet paper
Milk
Pop Tarts
Frozen Pizza
Doritos
Ramen