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Next Stop: The Erotic Zone or: The TA Bible

July 30, 2003

Next Stop: The Erotic Zone or: The TA Bible

What it all boils down to is someone took an extra Viagra this morning


Some Black guy got on at Lexington Avenue. He was one of those dudes who think they're muscular but they're mostly stocky. He had on a tank top and what George Carlin accurately calls "Fatass Docker Pants"

Normally, Fatass Docker Pants conceal anatomy. This is especially useful when the choice of underwear is boxer shorts. Well, Chubbins' team must have won last night, because all the clichés fit here. I think given the nature of apparel, we'll use "pitching a tent." And lucky me, I was sitting sideways on the train on a bench for three when he stood facing forward holding a pole (yes, 90° from me. Good thing I hadn't my breakfast yet). Well he did what guys usually do: read the cheap papers from the back where the Sports is. Suddenly the guy next to me - who hadn't moved a capillary since Queens Plaza - suddenly decided to fish around for nothing in particular in the gymbag at his feet, his head a few inches away from the end of a certain someone's heatseeker. He kept doing that over and over for quite some time as Chubbins didn't seem to notice, even if the foundation in his tent did. Yeah you can see I'm holding back. This could make me money if I wrote it the way I wanted to.

Anyway as we pulled into my stop, I got up and glanced at that tall skinny geek again bending his head forward to fish for something, and muttered barely audible. "This scene is way too strange at this hour" And neither of them appeared to hear me. Heh.

Believe me: neither of them were pretty.

Guys? It's not a turn-on. It makes you look stupid. On ugly or fat guys it looks downright ridiculous. Do everyone a favor and leave the blue pill at home on workdays.

DD 12:41pm EST on Wednesday, Jul 30, 2003

July 29, 2003

In August, Robert Picardo and Ethan Phillips will be at a Trekkie convention in Manhattan for a $10 admission. Fanboy translation: The Doctor and Neelix. They will apparently be performing a skit as their characters.

You already know how much faith I have in that being anywhere within character. But I am going. For $10 and no quest into the burbs? Sure why not? Unbeknownst to Slanted Fedora, August is the WORST month of the year to hold a convention, and they'll be lucky to pull in 50-60 people for it. The Creation ones used to get real intimate. More than quality time with Jonathan Frakes during his session as I recall. [more]

DD 12:46pm EST on Tuesday, Jul 29, 2003

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