February 14, 2001

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Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. Hope love is in the air.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

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Much news:

1.) Two new entries on my geocities journal. Two! Not just my own Valentine's Day thoughts, but also a special guest entry as Hannah upstages me on my own site. Check it out.

2.) My chat! It's today at 3. Go here http://cgi1.usatoday.com/mchat/20010218001/tscript.htm

Let me know which questions you ask, and I'll sneak in some MATH references.

3.) I'll also have a basketball column out this morning at some point. It has to be proofed first.

I think that's all. See y'all around 3.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


I'm in early.

Love the T & D entries, Mike and H. Very good. Very sweet. I identify with great force. This whole having-a-valentine-that-lives- 4-hours-away-and-will-not-send-me-flowers-I'd-bet-you-a-wheelhouse-on- it-thing is extremely annoying.

Men are weird and I often want to hate them, though you may have gotten another impression from my Al & MOC entry.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


That's because you're just like your mother, Al.

Hey y'all. I'm here. Sort of.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Joh, in all our years together, I don't think you ever bought me a cookie cake. (But that's okay, because a cookie cake is actually too much cookie. Sort of like how I prefer the miniature Reese's PB Cups to the full-size one. You've got to keep wanting more.)

And I had a summer birthday! I was a looooooosah.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


actually, I think the only person I bought one for was Joanna and that was for her bday. I'm a big fat liar. But we did give each other valentines. Of that, I'm sure.

How do you feel?

Al - dont' know if you read the end of yesterdays HOBAH but your email entry was beyond funny.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001



Oh, Joh, your entry about Miss Judy made me cry.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I feel eh. I was pissed because work called me at home no less than seven times yesterday. And while it's nice to know that there's a certain level of job security in that, I was sick, dammit! So I came in today to shut them up.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Hey ladies.

Y'all. Y'all. I am laughing SO HARD at myself. Chris read my HYD entry this morning and sent me this e-mail: "Great entry. But I think the story you are referring to is The Cask of Amantillado."

So, not only did I tell that story about how I always mix up those two stories and I just think I'm so hilarious, but I GOT IT WRONG AGAIN. Of course, I didn't believe him and I was all "Oh, whatever MOC," but, just in case, I called my friend Holly and she said: "Allison. Damn you. I've been trying to tell you that for YEARS. It's the CASK. Not the COUNT OR the MASK. Poor, poor Chris. I have so much to warn him about."

Now I have to go fix it. Damn. How did I ever graduate?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Heh. I always thought it was the Mask too. What the hell is a cask?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Happy Varentine Day, MATH!

Al, I didn't want to say anything, but I was thinking the same as Chris. What's funny is I was just asking Hooknose Joey the other day to refresh me on that story. I was getting it mixed up with The Tell-tale Heart. Poe mixups must run in MATH.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001



No, it's definitely the Cask. He's walled up in the wall because it's a wine cellar, see? The wine guy brought him down there to tell him about the wine, one thing led to another, and the dude got all walled up. I think we read that in Ms. Thompson's class. American lit, yo.

Allison, leave the entry as is. I thought that the whole sans-Cask story was hysterical, mainly because it was sans-Cask, if that makes sense.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


okay. what's the one where they have a big party and dance over teh dying person in the floor? I always thought it had red or mask in the title. Or am I making this up?

Oh, T. I started a Spain thread at 3wa and there's a lot of great info so far.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Does that mean I have to go to 3WA?

Happy Varentine's day, indeed!

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


I referenced Tell-tale in that entry! That is a fave of mine and Holly's. Whenever she looks at me mean, I say "I can see your crazy evil eye. You better watch yourself of I'll bury you under the floor."

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Crazy Poe.

I started reading Survivor for pamie's book club last night, and so far it's good. Creepy, but good.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001



I know! I read it. The MOC/Eric/you and pamie thing was hirarious. It kirr me laughing!

Y'all. Vince Chao. I mentioned a long time ago that I wished they still made Benetton Colors perfume, because I missed it.

I don't know how the boy found it, but he did. An Bei get Corors for Varentine Day! It's a nice step up from the Dremel Power Tool I got last year.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


H, let me know when you finish, because I have questions. I liked it a lot, but it was a weird kind of liking it.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Oh mayn, Flaya likes the unity candle thing. Ugh.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I wish I had a Dremel tool. Those things kick ass.

I really wish I had one when I was refinishing my antique iron bed that had like eighty years of dirt, paint, and rust.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Is that not a Catholic thing? I couldn't even tell you if we did it in our wedding. I was so nervous I think I went into shock and don't remember a thing except walking out of the church.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

It's not a Catholic thing at all. I mean, you can have it at a Catholic thing, but I always saw it as just a hokey thing.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I know you light a candle or something at one of the sacraments. Baptism? Gawd, I'm a terrible Catholic.

I guess we would have a candle around somewhere if we did that at our wedding. I'll have to go look.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Oh yeah, there's a Baptism candle. My mom saved all of ours, but now they're all mixed up. I do remember that.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Yeah, you're right. I'm sure Mad Mad has one around here, probably melted to the side of a box. Texas is hot.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Ugh. I still feel like crap, y'all. And now I have a cough that is making my chest burn like fiah.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

T, go get this medicine that will love your cough. I can't remember the brand, but it says "Severe Congestion" on the box. I think it may be either Robitussin or Tylenol Cold. Just look for 200mg guaifenesin on the back of the box.

I swear, it's like heaven for your lungs.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Okay. Talking Chinese on the forum is offensive, but registering as "Big Gay Matt" isn't?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Maybe he thinks he's on the South Park forum.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

AB, I will go get some, stat.

By the way, I hope you said "it's heaven for your lungs" in the Cookie-san voice.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Y'all, I corrected My Poe Faux Pas on HYD. Y'all go see.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

T, it will excite you in two ways!

Al, your Paux Pas was funny like it was. It's even funnier with your sub ed. note and your new color.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


did annachao update?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

No, Meg! Not life-threatening!

"The worst Valentine's Day that I ever had was six years ago. I was in the hospital for a life-threatening illness. I had been there for about a week. I was life flighted (i.e. flown to a hospital in a medical helicopter), transported to another local hospital via ambulance and had 14 IV's. How much fun was that?

The best Valentine's Day was two years ago: my father sent me a dozen pink roses while he was at work and he brought me home a huge bouquet of balloons. It was so nice and thoughtful ... I was so surprised!"

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


I'm going to take an early lunch. I need a Smoothie King or something, y'all.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

"I gave all of my rings back except for the one I paid for."'

how many times has rudertrash been engaged??

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Ooh - where is that posted? And who would buy their own engagement ring?? I bet she was going to wear the same dress for all the weddings.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

it's in the new fuzz thread, but she started one on giving the ring back.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

God they're idiots.

" posted February 14, 2001 08:31 AM             ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There should be some type of Internet database where we can post information on exes so that their future lovers can be forewarned as to what jerks they are."

There is. It's called teh dicklist and it's been around for YEARS.

Christ, it's even advertised on chickclick.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Just a quick note before I launch my three state shooting spree: I hate Napoleon, Chris, and everyone else in the whole world but MATH. I have to finish this fucking plan and I have no idea how to do it.

That is all. You will hear from me when I am transported to my new cell.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


An Bei update. Let me know if the pretty love colors are blinding you.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Woah. Why are you playah hatin' the MOC?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

AB, I think you need to post your advice to suck it on one of the many, many bitter V-Day forums. I like the poem.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Joh, you will be happy to know that I mailed your Christmas present today.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Oh, Christmas present!

Ab - I too liked the poem. And the pretty colors.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Thank you.

And if y'all don't get your Chaolentines today, I will be upset. But they will surely be there tomorrow, mailman willing.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


y'all, rudertrash has been engaged "several" times.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

You know, you have to wonder about that. Several people on that forum say that they've been engaged more than once. I just can't imagine getting engaged as casually as you go about getting a manicure.

Is that in the new Fur thread?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Ugh, they're all just so ass tacky.

Did you guys ask Mike questions?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


And did I tell y'all that I saw her neighborhood, and that it is indded the 'hood? Like 'hood to the point that I would not want to be there alone at night?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Yeah. It doesn't surprise me. It's in the ring thread. T, go post there! Smack 'em down.

Maybe it wouldnt' be "bitter single person's day" if they weren't so frickin bitter

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


"AB, I think you need to post your advice to suck it on one of the many, many bitter V-Day forums. I like the poem. "

And goodness knows there are enough threads. There's one in bitch and one in L&S.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Exactly. Where did all these angry people come from? I swear, I feel sorry for their mommas.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I would post and tell them to suck it up, but I'm sort of afraid of them, y'all. Especially that JohnConstantine fellow. How did these people get so effing bitter? It's not healthy. I'd like to prescribe Paxil for every one of them.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Did you read the ring thread?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

And another thing... Who gets engaged to an unemployed psycho? I mean, come on. If you have got to buy your own ring, there you have some serious problems. How does the proposal work? Hey, baby, will you marry me? I need a place to crash for a while. Oh - and hey - do you mind buying the ring?

Maybe I'm too old fashioned. Or something.

I'm just not up for a smackdown. But the bitter people just make me sad. I mean, if you don't like it that much, ignore it. Call it Wednesday. But if you're looking for a Valentine, someone to care about - whatever - go to a day shelter for homeless kids. Go to an old folks' home. Buy lunch for the bum on your corner. But don't bitch and wallow. What a waste.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


"Woah. Why are you playah hatin' the MOC?"

Oh, for a stupid but valid reason. It's no big deal. HOWEVER: he's coming up here this weekend and we're going to have a great time and celebrate Valentine's and everything's great, blah blah blah. But, The Twilight Blues Jag Band wants to practice Sunday at 2, and I want him to go hear it, because who knows if this band is ever going to actually play? I mean, this might be the only chance he gets to hear me sing with them - or anybody else - EVER. Really, who knows?

So, I tell him this and he's like "Well..." because I know he wants to leave mid-afternoon to go back to San Antonio so he can get there at a reasonable hour or whatever. And that makes TOTAL sense. It does. But let me tell you something, if it was ERIC who wanted him to stay for a while longer or ANYONE else but me, he would do it and not think twice.

I just don't get it. I have driven the tires off my car from here to Austin and from here to SA and back just to see him. I always stay late on Sunday, no matter what, because I never know when I am going to see him next, so I just suck it up and drive back at like, 6 and get into Dallas at 10:30 or so. That's not even LATE.

And, of course, I am not going to say anything to him about it, because I have this AVERSION to pressuring him or any other man into anything. I don't want to even seem SLIGHTLY manipulative and be That Demanding Girlfriend. I hate that shit. I hate it that I have to think about it, even.

You know, when I see comedians make jokes about girlfriends or wives "whipping" their husbands or with-holding sex or having high expectations and being bitches - I nearly go crazy with rage. I never, ever act that way. And I never want to be pushy or clingy or any of that. I just want someone to WANT to make me happy. Just the INTENTION of making me happy would make me happy - because you really cannot MAKE another person happy, so it really IS the thought that counts.

It doesn't help that, on this V Day, I am as jealous as an old man looking at a toothless baby. Everyone I know is poor as sin, including my parents. So, I am high and dry. No receiving, and no giving either. I usually send my grandmother flowers, but I just couldn't afford it this time. Of course, I'm not sure what's keeping her from sending MY ass some...oh, maybe she's too tired to lift her heavily jeweled hand to call the florist. Hmph. I wouldn't care AT ALL but Pretty Balyor Girl in my office got flowers from her Pretty Baylor Husband. She was like "I'm sure Chris will send you flowers..." I responded "Well, I'm sure he won't. He's driving up Friday and we'll celebrate then," and she gave me a sad, sad face.

At least her flowers are tacky and I can privately make fun of them. He sent her a dozen roses, which would be nice, if they weren't MULTI- COLORED roses with a stuffed monkey attached. Come on. Why not just send a dozen of those silk-panty roses if you're gonna be trash?

Damn, I'm in a mood today. It's this stupid thing I'm writing.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


A stuffed monkey?? What kind of message does that send? Of course, I gave Chris two fire extinguishers.

Allison, I can see why you're pissed. I can also see why you don't want to be demanding/manipulative, and why you don't want to start something. And you're right, those lame-ass comics who make all the p-whipped jokes have got to go. I hate them almost as much as I hate Amanda Peet.

Have you tried explaining to him that it would really mean a lot to you if he stayed a few extra hours to hear you sing with the band, and that by "it would mean a lot," it would really, extra, mean a deep-fried lot? Like, it would mean as much to you as you attending his graduation would probably mean to him?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Baby, have I ever told you how funny you are when you're angry?

Once my mom sent me congratulations flowers and they came in this tacky ass like trophy thing. I told my mom and she diiiied. Nothing's worse than tacky arrangements. Maybe Baylor Husband wants to be her love monkey.

Well, I got the CUTEST valentine from the Texan. (Withold your delight - he gave them to everyone.) It's like a photo of him when he was probably 4 and he's got a huge bow tie and a bowl cut and it says Happy Valentine's Day from the Lovedoctor. Mayn. I HATE him.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Tell him you'll even wear a chum suit if he stays.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

First of all, Allison, it's not asking too much for him to stay a few extra hours. Second of all, I think you should quit being afraid and tell him. If he doesn't realize how much time YOU'VE spent on the road, and is not willing to reciprocate, well, that's just selfish. It has nothing to do with being your being pushy or his being whipped or whatever else.

This kind of thing infuriates me. Mutual consideration in a relationship is never a bad thing.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Oh y'all, I am lauhing through my tears. Thank you very much.

It's not really that her arrangement is tacky - it's just that each rose is a different color and, you know, the monkey. But, he calls her "Monkey" as a nickname, or some deplorable shit like that and that's the reason. The differenct colored roses is what gets me the most.

Last year, my parents sent me an arrangement and my mom called to see if I got it and asked, in a panic, "Does it have carnations in it?!?" JoAnn is an enemy of the carnation when used in arrangements. I have to say I see her point. I love carnations when they are bunched together in like, huge tight bunches, but I hate to see them randomly shoved into flower arrangements like they are the red-headed step child of the plant kingdom.

She had asked specifically that the florist not include carnations in this thing she sent, and I had to tell her they did. She was mortified.

Last year, I was sort of "dating" this very sexy but idiotic guy and he gave me the most gorgeous roses I've ever seen. I think he bought them off some guy selling them in the street. I had to sling his drunk ass to the curb very soon after that.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


According to the new Mademoiselle, (Millie!), you have to date the sexy dumb guy.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Where'd y'all go?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Greenspun was being a bitch.

Y'all, I hate the new Millie! or whatever it is. The writing is piss poor, even more than it used to be.

Chris and I wonder if we should be concerned about the fact that his roommate (Kevin Mysterio) has a subscription to Teen Magazine.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Oooh - it's almost time for chat with the Bermanater.

I took more Tylenol Flu and I'm feelign much better. That stuff is amazing, I swear.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


I'm here. Tired as crap. This chat should be interesting.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Mike! I asked a question about Tech fans and their lack of representing.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I'm feelign the love, Mike!

I like a man who starts his chats with soul.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


I can never think of anything to ask.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Ask how much coffee a guy needs to stay awake. Man. I'm boring myself so far this chat.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I signed my question, M. Atherton. They better not edit it out.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

They will, AB. You have to say your city is like Math, Texas or something next time.

I asked a question. It's a boring one, but I didn't have time to think of anything. I sent it in after the start, so it probably won't make it to him.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Okay, that Stefan guy is like an email machine. Anna, did he write you about your journal too?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Why is he #6?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Yes, why with the #6? And are a lot of people getting bumped from me, do you think? I do average 13 unique hits a day. But could there be more out there who want some of what T is? I'll never know.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Well, if I can't see it, and some random guy in CA can't, you can probably bet others can't either. I think it's the dashes.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

He wrote to me after my entry where I said my huge readership consisted of five people. He said "I'm #6!"

I just got an e-Valentine from WeepBoy.

Mike: I know that "the Tide has a good chance" thing was just for me, because they probably don't, right?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


"When the NCAA Tournament breaks out the calculators to do the math that will determine who the at-large teams are, attendance numbers aren't what they're looking at. "

How much do we love Mike?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


He wrote me to warn me about T's link. I had no idea who he was until I read the e-mail of Allison's he'd quoted.

Weird. Stefan.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Oh, Mike, you have far exceeded all of my MATH expectations:

"It shouldn't matter. When the NCAA Tournament breaks out the calculators to do the math that will determine who the at-large teams are, attendance numbers aren't what they're looking at. RPI, conference records, and a host of other factors are what the committee cares about.

But y'all should represent anyway. The Jackets are one of the biggest surprises in the country."

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Well, I know that other people link to me from all y'all, because I see them on my sitemeter. Unless it's just y'all. And then I'd feel all Meg, as we are the people making her site one of the most-hit ones on the web.

Do y'all ever read Flaya's site? Or is it just me who checkes that train wreck out daily. Oh, how I wish that ruderho had a site.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


I was pretty proud of myself for getting the calculator thing in there as well. Do I represent or what?!

BTW, Meloonsa sent me an e-Valentine. I'm afraid to open it.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


I read leigha's sometimes. See, I can see it from my PC, just not from here, and it's not an iBook thing. so I raelly don't know.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Oh, Mike, you MUST open it. Please.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Y'all!

Meg wrote a poetry entry for Vday.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Oh my god:

"To the distant past where no regrets are found
And where new lovers can bottle it up and share it all around
With each other and their warm embraces
Hopefully sharing kindred spirits in their special places"

I bet y'all a bet that is $4 strong that she's talking about that Michael guy who she lusts over all around her site. I bet that really, though, he's just one of her dead ferrets.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Oh, God. Now I have to take my poem out of my entry so as to avoid any association with Mimicky McMeg.

Mike, since you didn't get to my question on the chat, here it is, because it's V's question and I bet he wants an answer:

Do you think--shit, I can't remember how it goes. Something about do you think there will be an all-ACC something with Duke and North Carolina. I suck.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Well, she actually sent it to a bunch of Squishites (or so it appeared). Which would make it less disturbing, except that I didn't actually post on the forum asking for one.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Tell Vince to send me his question and I'll answer it.

The problem is that I can't go "Backstage" in the chat area and screen my questions. There's a guy I work with who does know that URL, so last week I hacked in and forwarded the MATH questions I knew about into my queue. This week, it was all luck.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Y'all, how great are my parents?

I got a Valentine's Day card from them yesterday, and they inserted gift certificates to Starbucks and B. Dalton's. Wow. Books and coffee drinks. Who could ask for more?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Wow - I'm surprised my lame representing question found its way in on its own merit.

Mike, speaking or you being a sports guru, C came home yesterday with a half dozen fantasy baseball guides and a stack of printouts. He is determined that Bertha (yes, he named his team after a Grateful Dead song) will win this year. All I saw was that Mike Piazza was circled a lot. Then, he bitched about salary caps. I'm guessing he'll be in touch with you soon.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


How dumb is Leigha? I bet she wrote her 2.12 entry from work

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Oh, for real. And all she does ALL DAY is post at squishy. Whatevuh, Fired-ah.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

And at the risk of posting 700 times in a row here...

I have to have the MOC's back on one issue ... I think it's no small thing that he shouted his love from the rooftops on an internet site for all his friends to see. That was very impressive. It's pretty obvious how he feels.

How long is the band practicing? I'm sure if he knew how important it was to you, he'd at least stay for a couple of hours. Honestly, it's one of those things where I, as a guy, might not understand how important this is to you unless I was told.

Have you told him that, given the nature of the band, this might be his only chance to hear you sing with them? I think that would get him to stay, and let him know you'd really like him to hear you, without making it into a big issue.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Teri - tell Chris it's silly to name a fantasy team after a Grateful Dead song, when they should obviously be named instead after lines from Fletch.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

And can I say -- before I leave for a bit to work out all the tension before my 6-2 shift starts -- how much all the bitter people on the squishy forum crack me up. Because you know that as soon as they get involved with someone, they'll be all about planning the most romantic V-Day possible.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Oh, you know that the bitter jags will be the same ones who are sending their beloveds multi-colored rose arrangements with monkeys propped in them.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

T, what are you and C doing tonight? When's his bday again?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

M, your words are sage, but by asking him to come hear us, I think I've already expressed that I want him to be there, you know? Seems like if I say anything else about it now, it will sound like I'm making it an issue.

Am I crazy or something? Y'all, I really might be. Because, yeah, I know he "shouted his love from the rooftops" or whatever, and I do know that he cares about me, but I am so afraid I get on his nerves with my constant e-communication that I don't ever call him, really, at home because I don't want to seem pushy. He's a very private guy and, in a LOT of ways, we are EXACTLY alike. I can honestly read his mind - not because we've been together so long, but just because I understand him on a fundamental level, because I'm on that same level, myself.

The main problem? I just don't believe anybody when they say they like me or love me or whatever. I just never believe it. It's not that I'm begging him to convince me, or anything, I just have a hard time believing guys when they say things.

Ok, most of that has nothing to do with the Sunday afternoon thing, so clearly I'm rambling.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Allison wrote: "M, your words are sage, but by asking him to come hear us, I think I've already expressed that I want him to be there, you know? "

Yeah, but remember, guys are weird and also lack sorely in the psychic powers department. He may be interpreting it as "Hey, if you'd like to show up, feel free," instead of "I would really like you to hear me sing with these people." Men are historically bad, IMO, at distinguishing between invitations that come out of courtesy, and those that come out of a genuine desire. I guarantee you that, if he knew how much you'd like him there, he'd pick that over making it back to San Antonio at a decent hour.

I mean, I'd try something like, "You should really come here us ... this may be your only chance to see me sing with this band, and I'd love to have you hear me."

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Mayn, someone must've slipped something into my water becuase I just got de-fuckingpressed. Oh well.

Al - you are not alone in the 'not believing guys who say they like you thing.' Every since James W. pretended to ask me out in the 5th grade. Scarred me, it did. And now I'm just a big Valentine-less loooosah.

Not even a cookie cake to show for my loooove.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Mike wrote: I mean, I'd try something like, "You should really come here us ... this may be your only chance to see me sing with this band, and I'd love to have you hear me."

Sweetie, I think it is very kind of you to have the MOC's back in this fashion, but that's EXACTLY what I said to him and here was his response:

-----Original Message-----

From: Christopher A. Huff [mailto:CHUFF@utsa.edu]

Sent: Wednesday, February 14, 2001 10:38 AM

To: 'Lowe, Allison'

How about an hour or so on Sunday?

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-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Al, he's a boy. By only asking him to come hear you sing may not be enough, seriously. He needs to be told, straight up, that it's important to you.

I'm actually a little surprised that you aren't comfortable calling him at hime. You should have no reason to be uncomfortable - he's your boyfriend. You can call him whenever the hell you want and he should be okay with it. And if he's not, then it's his obligation to say, "Hey, Al, a call once a night is enough, but every 15 minutes?" That's an exaggeration, but you know. Conversely, he should call you, too. Maybe he does. I don't know.

Joh, to answer your question, we are having dinner at the house. I had to beef wellingtons in the freezer. I don't know what I'm making to go with them. We were going to drink a bottle of the wine that I bought him for Christmas, but I'm all hopped up on meds and he can't drink until his blood pressure goes down and his doctor identifies the source of his chest and stomach pains. So, I'm going to make iced tea. Decaf iced tea. I will then present him with his fire extinguishers. I wrapped them in Valentine's Day paper.

His birthday is Saturday. He's freaking out, y'all. I was all, "Babe, so what if you're 30. You're sleeping with a 24-year- old!" That only sort of assuaged him. He was all, "But baby, when you're 34, won't you hate it that you're sleeping with a 40-year- old?" So I replied, "No, sweetie, because as I'll be hitting my sexual peak, you'll have no excuse to have some dippy mid-life crisis."

I love the way I rationalize.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


So he is going to stay to hear you?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Now, y'all don't get me wrong, ok? It is really alright with me for him to do whatever he wants - I'm just saying it bothers me a little.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I got an e-card from Weepboy too.

I just want to go home, rent Bring it On and sleep.

Have any of y'all heard Jonatha Brooks? She's gooood.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


No, I do call him at home. Yeah, I don't care about that so much - I just don't want to seem like I'm all up in his face all the time, because he shouldn't have to give me a play-by-play of his life when he's 250 miles away. I just let him call me more often. And he does. We talk just about every night. Here's the thing about the MOC: He does not like to chit-chat. He can't sit on the phone and gab it up. Especially if he's sent me 750 e-mails in an afternoon.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Joh, James Wortham was a prick who probably smacks of emotional fuckwittage.

I used to never, ever believe that a guy would like me. Duncan and I dated for three years, and for the first two and a half, every time he said, "I love you," I replied, "Really?" It drove. him. crazy. But really, I just didn't think that a guy could like me that much.

Of course, then I started to believe him and look how far that got me. About as far as the bedroom of a relationship counselor in Detroit, that's how far. But anyway. He is but a passing afterthought.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


And Al: it's fine for it to bother you a little. He's your boyfriend. 250 miles away from you or not, that fact doesn't change.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I bet y'all ten bucks that rudergirl gets fired tomorrow.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Really? Why do you say that?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Well, it does bother me a little. It does. I really don't want it to, but it does. But I don't feel like I can say anything because of this weird grad school angle we have going - I mean, I feel like we're going to break up on May 1 or whenever, so I'm in no position to ask him to do anything out of his way for me, like give me two damn hours of his TV watching time - because what ELSE is he going to do? - to hang out with me and hear this fucking incredible (if dysfunctional) band.

See, I'm writing about it, and I sound all mad, but I'm not. Honestly. I'm just resolved that this is how it is - and THAT'S what makes me MAD.

Mad as a calculator-wielding, toothless little kid wearing a panama hat in math class.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Because in DSAS, she was whining about how she's worried about her review tomorrow. They cut off her IM - it's just a hunch.

Allison, if you resign yourself to anything, then you're settling.

Wait. That sounds harsh. But you're absolutely in the right on this one. It's two hours of his time. You should be worth that to him, especially if he drove for four hours to see you.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Well, it's not settling. I've been thinking how to reword that.

Here's what I think I mean: in any successful relationship, you have to choose your battles. I sincerely believe this. However, you must choose the battles that are important to you. And clearly, him staying to hear you sing is important to you.

Also, if you have the attitude that this is over on May 1 (which I don't really think you do), then hell, choose away.

On another happy Valentine's note, my mother just told my father to go to hell when he asked her to pick him up from work (he takes the streetcar in) so that he could make it to his spinning class on time. After that, he's going to his backpacking class. Nice.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


But see, it's only important to me, because I think he would like it so much. Maybe I subconsciously want to impress him? I don't know.

I can tell you this for free - it's hard as hell to be my S.O. when I'm singing. I've never been with a band before, but more than one weakling has withered under the strain of "I have rehearsal every night this week with the symphony, a recital on Saturday and three services on Sunday. Will you be coming to all 10 Christmas performances, or just 7 of them?" It's tough. But this is a fun thing - I know he would enjoy it.

When I get to thinking about it, I can convince myself that I forced him to tell me he loves me. I KNOW that's not true, but I can get Mike-Berman-Neurotic about things at times. But only sometimes. Very infrequently. Usually, I am totally fine and confident.

It's just stupid Valentine's Day and the stupid multi-colored flowers! They have had a maddening effect on me!

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Tell him there will be beer. Or something. I'm all tapped out.

Time for more Tylenol Flu, y'all.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Well, goodnight, y'all. I am all tapped out.

I hope that everyone has a wonerful evening.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Allison - how long is the rehearsal?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Allison wrote: "I KNOW that's not true, but I can get Mike-Berman- Neurotic about things at times."

Dude, I'm only neurotic in my journal, and in very select conversations. I'm not like that, like, on dates or anything.

And y'all, on behalf of all men everywhere, you should probably believe it when a man declares that he likes you, let alone loves you (with the possible exception of comments uttered in a bar that sound like they're just pick-up lines). We don't say that shit unless we mean it. Remember, we're well aware that y'all remember everything.

And if there are a couple of fifth-graders still out there, that's where the revenge thread comes in...

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


I mean neurotic in my head, yo. Not on the streets.

The rehearsal itself is not the POINT! Or is it? I don't even know! I think the point, in my mind, is the weird third grade way I feel about it, deep down inside.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


HYD is down. Crap. Now I can't go read my entry for the 2,000th time today.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

Man...starlight...that little kid breaks my heart. Her post in the Best/Worst VDay thread. Sad.

"Worst: last year probably. that year a guy I liked on the net rejected me or well, said he had a gf and sorry I didn't know but oh well and I laid in bed and cried while listening to the cure.

Mediocre: all other ones not mentioned; just girls getting roses and me sitting about alone. in 97 I semi-had a bf on the internet during v-day and I don't even recall what happened on that day...he was probably cheating *shrugs*"

I just want to go pick her up and take her to the mall and give her a make-over and drive her to the Valentine's Dance where she'll dazzle the star quaterback and stun the cheerleaders and he'll ask her out for next weekend and...wait...that's a movie, isn't it?

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Starlight is probably the poster I'm most worried about (insofar as I worry about any squishy posters at all), because she seems so sad and she lives her whole life on the Internet. All of her stories involve guys she met on the net.

She's one those people who needs someone to kick her in the ass and make her go out and live life.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Well, man...she lives in Houston, I think. Maybe we can coerce that crazy BabyGirl chick to go pick her up and take her out and do my mall plan.

I just read that post and got sad about it. Sad on V-Day is no way to live. I was already in a mood, though.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Oh, my Lord. Thwt would be the craziest thing evah.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

That BabyGirl girl's a freak. I sort of like her, because she's kind of an Angel of Death like Jessifer, but she's friendly to everybody and stuff.

She would totally take starlight out to some bi-sexual swinger goth bar and make her wear a feather boa and a rubber bustier. The child would come home with a blond streak through her hair and her tongue pierced and her mom - who must be equally home bound - would have to just deal with it.

Heh. Let's do it!

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


Oh, Allison. You broke jateke's heart.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

I saw, baby. I saw. You know it hurt me more than it hurt her. I lo...mmm that girl! I hope she's doing good and going oot all the time up there in the snow.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

M - I'm oot. On the morrow, y'all, when I'm likely to be in somewhat of a better mood, because this plan will be done and turned in.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001

You know, Valentine's Day must be bothering me more than I realize, because Maryland just lost and I just left a message on my brother's phone saying "Fuck this team. They deserve the NIT."

And you know it's bad when The Bermanator drops the f-bombs.

-- Anonymous, February 14, 2001


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