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| the strangest thing... |
| posted by: simplicissimus |
15:55 7.19.10 |
is that, as i sit here today, i neither remember the phone calls in 2006 or the 1994 memory re: "massive party supplies".
absolutely no recollection of either thing ever happening. |
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| yeah, hard to believe ... |
| posted by: squisshy |
11:15 7.19.10 |
| four years ago now. if i recall correctly my obsession of the moment then was time and its uncontrollable and accelerating pace. so it's weird but perhaps fitting how quickly that has faded in the rear view ... but anyway it's a great memory, probably mostly because it was the last of a dying breed, never to happen again. |
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| in addition to the squisshy/stone business below... |
| posted by: publius |
12:29 7.18.10 |
i forgot to mention how hilarious and (oddly enough) grounding it was to read through this thread....
4 years 4 years
long time coming, long time gone... |
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| oliver stone/squisshy |
| posted by: publius |
12:14 7.18.10 |
i was just reading this interview with oliver stone in the guardian:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2010/jul/18/oliver-stone-chavez-wall-street
when i came up this little exchange, variations of which squisshy (in the role of stone) has had several times with me of which there are countless other hilaughable examples attached to his legend:
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Then he [stone/squisshy] ambles in, distractedly. "Suzie!" he calls to his assistant. "Where are my glasses? I think I've lost my glasses."
We both look at him. He has one pair of glasses on the top of his head. And another pair on a piece of cord around his neck.
"They're on your head," says Suzie.
"Do you think you could go and look for them? They're very valuable to me."
Suzie hesitates and then, having seemingly witnessed this sort of situation before, says: "OK!" and disappears out the room. Two minutes later, Stone puts his hand to his head. "Suzie! I've found them! They were on my head!"
Suzie reappears at the door. "I know," she says. "I told you."
"Did you? Jesus! What, now I can't even hear?" |
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| i just had a squisshy moment |
| posted by: simplicissimus |
22:57 9.11.06 |
so, i'm watching "don't tell mom the baby sitter's dead"
(it's 10 pm...too early for bed...too late to do any additional constructive things)
and, i get a flashback to the tube room circa 1994. well, it isn't necessarily a flashback.
it's more there's a moment in the movie that reminded me of something long forgotten.
the scene is where the stoner little brother realizes they need to go shopping (this is right after the babysitter dies) and he yells with abandon and glee:
"yeah!.......massive party supplies!"
the thing is, i remember watching this movie with kano and squisshy in the tube room. and i remember thinking that line was really funny. and we all started laughing and saying it over and over again. and then i remember a week or so later, when squisshy was super frog in the basement at abuot 4 am.
and out of nowhere, and apropose of nothing, he yells at the top of his lungs:
"yeah!.....massive party supplies!"
this memory makes me very happy. |
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| but what about me? |
| posted by: simplicissimus |
23:21 9.10.06 |
let's recap *my* evening/morning?
5:13 a.m. -- phone rings (i don't answer it)
6:27 a.m. -- phone rings (i don't answer it)
6:28 a.m. -- curiosity/fear of dead relatives hustles me out of bed to check the phone. i see the 202 area code. i decide to check the messages and i hear publius' voice and mention of squisshy. i consider calling back, as instruced, by wisely go back to bed. in a demonstration of my fidelity to these boys, i take the phone back up to bed with me in case they call once more.
7:34 a.m. -- the phone rings again. squisshy makes reference to his coming day, and the "horrible, horrible, ferocious doom" (this is an exact quote) that he is certain is bearing down upon him. i suggest katrina as a particularly apt analogy. squisshy says he prefers a 9-11 theme. given the date, i amicably agree. then, apropos of nothing, squisshy attempts to engage me in a "normal" conversation regarding my house/dog/job/love life/dork bowl. squisshy makes clear, given his state, he will discuss anything and everything for as long as i allow.
7:37 a.m. -- i give squisshy the "hey, it was great talking to you..", which given his state he is unable to recognize as a brush-off, and we say our goodbyes. at no point does squisshy appear to understand that it is 7:30 in the morning on a sunday. if any of you read the transcript you would assume this was a phone call placed at 3:30 p.m. on a saturday.
1:14 p.m. -- i call squisshy to check up. he and publius are still alive and awake. publius is apparently unable to make it through an entire patriots game. apparently, this is a first. squisshy, in no condition to talk, gives me the brush-off.
10:18 p.m. -- i can only assume that both have made it home and are ready for a full week of school/work. |
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| i have one word for you publiu |
| posted by: squisshy |
21:15 9.10.06 |
complicity. this recent visit to new york makes me think of movie quotes from anchorman
"boy, that jumped up a notch, didn't it?"
"yeah, that really got out of hand fast ..."
"brick killed a guy!"
and the road warrior:
"he was a burnt-out, desolate shell of a man ..." |
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| all i can say... |
| posted by: publius |
11:16 9.10.06 |
| is if he says he's coming to your town, run away. very fast. very very fast... |
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