There Oughta Be a Dress Code...

[1961MJS]

Aren't mimes the reason why you folks have the Second Amendment?

Thanks Edward, I'll contact the NRA and we should have bumper stickers out shortly, for a NOMINAL donation to the NRA of course. That's funny.

later

 

[Edward]

Years ago I was on a bus and there was this mountain of a man who must have been 6'4", 400 lbs. He was walking up and down the aisle and preaching.

I can imagine that would be intimidating! I hate being a captive audience for anything... jinkies, I have determined never to visit Dubai because when I was flown to India for work via Dubai, Emirates forced me to watch a twenty-minute propaganda film about Dubai as a tourist destination instead of the last twenty minutes of the film I'd been watching. They'll never get a penny from me in Dubai. and yes, I really am that petty.

 

[V.C. Brunswick]

I have a distinct problem with people unloading their tragic life stories on me when I am traveling or commuting alone. Absolute strangers have told me about their ex-spouses, abusive relationships, romantic affairs, unplanned children, etc. The worst is an international or cross-country flight, where I get all the juicy information laid out because there are no time constraints. I don't know if this is just me or a sign of the times. I understand that sometimes people need a stranger to talk to, but sometimes I don't want to hear someone's life story or I have work to do. Some of us really do need to get work done on our commutes. So on go the headphones and my work goes in front of me.

It's just like that in chat rooms as well because some people see it as cheap therapy. Even worse, they'll tell strangers in a chatroom whom they've never met their most intimate revelations that they wouldn't even tell friends and family! I can sympathize because it seems like I'm a magnet for odd characters who want to bend my ear, especially at some fast food place where I often like to read or draw while I'm enjoying my meal. Unfortunately having a book or newspaper in front of me is not the effective barrier that it once was. This is in stark contrast to my own childhood where if my parents were reading a newspaper you did NOT interrupt or bother them.

 

[Pompidou]

Good clothes cost money. Exercise is free. Our first step in legislating beauty is to regulate obesity. Shapely people make even bad outfits look good, to an extent. Next, we should regulate hygiene, because a stinky person in a suit still stinks, and soap is cheaper and easier to regulate than fashion. That, and would we really want to live in a world where a fat, stinky, acne-faced person can call an otherwise healthy person in sweatpants an eyesore? If there's one thing worse than spandex, I think we'll agree, it's hypocricy. Nah, legislate your personal idea of beauty if you'd like, but don't settle for half measures. It's got to be all or nothing.

 

[Edward]

It's just like that in chat rooms as well because some people see it as cheap therapy. Even worse, they'll tell strangers in a chatroom whom they've never met their most intimate revelations that they wouldn't even tell friends and family! I can sympathize because it seems like I'm a magnet for odd characters who want to bend my ear, especially at some fast food place where I often like to read or draw while I'm enjoying my meal. Unfortunately having a book or newspaper in front of me is not the effective barrier that it once was. This is in stark contrast to my own childhood where if my parents were reading a newspaper you did NOT interrupt or bother them.

Have you tried grinning to yourself, not blinking, and gently rocking to and fro? That's pretty effective. I can confirm this.

Also, a scar. Not having as yet had the occasion to acquire a real facial scar for myself, I often paint one on for social events. Here's me at the third Grand Anarcho-Dandyist Ball last month:

On the tube on the way out that night, some guy with a girl looked at me in my long coat, black tie and homberg and was right about to make a smartass comment, til I turned round and he clocked the scar. The smirk disappeared instantly and he looked away. If I had a scalpel, some cojones and a quiet morning for the local A&E, I would have that scar for real. It's a wonderful security blanket, and it really does make folks back off.

 

[AmateisGal]

Have you tried grinning to yourself, not blinking, and gently rocking to and fro? That's pretty effective. I can confirm this.

Also, a scar. Not having as yet had the occasion to acquire a real facial scar for myself, I often paint one on for social events. Here's me at the third Grand Anarcho-Dandyist Ball last month:

On the tube on the way out that night, some guy with a girl looked at me in my long coat, black tie and homberg and was right about to make a smartass comment, til I turned round and he clocked the scar. The smirk disappeared instantly and he looked away. If I had a scalpel, some cojones and a quiet morning for the local A&E, I would have that scar for real. It's a wonderful security blanket, and it really does make folks back off.

Oh my goodness. This is GOOD, Edward.

 

[Mario]

Edward...you just confined me to the floor...my limbs turned all weak and soft from laughing; my legs wouldn't support me anymore so I just had to lie down a bit...I surrender... :yield:

Well done, very well done!

 

[JeffOYB]

Schlager! Schlager!

 

[Angus Forbes]

Dress code for 2012: "Patrons must wear at least one article of clothing"

 

[1961MJS]

Hi

Dress code for 2012: "Patrons must wear at least one article of clothing. Bar owner will determine it's size and placement..."

Later

 

[bunnyb.gal]

Have you tried grinning to yourself, not blinking, and gently rocking to and fro? That's pretty effective. I can confirm this.

Also, a scar. Not having as yet had the occasion to acquire a real facial scar for myself, I often paint one on for social events. Here's me at the third Grand Anarcho-Dandyist Ball last month:

On the tube on the way out that night, some guy with a girl looked at me in my long coat, black tie and homberg and was right about to make a smartass comment, til I turned round and he clocked the scar. The smirk disappeared instantly and he looked away. If I had a scalpel, some cojones and a quiet morning for the local A&E, I would have that scar for real. It's a wonderful security blanket, and it really does make folks back off.

Ernst Blofeld, eat your heart out!

 

[Edward]

Ernst Blofeld, eat your heart out!

Actually, dear Blofeld was indeed the inspiration for this scar (in his Donald Pleasance incarnation).

 

[bunnyb.gal]

^^ When I was a kid I was a huge fan of Donald Pleasence - I would sit through anything he was in, regardless of genre, or (ahem) quality. Probably still would!

Did you use collodion?

(Off topic, sorry!)

 

[Edward]

Yes, that's exactly the stuff. I buy all my make-up in Charles Fox; when I went in some years ago looking for something for facial scarring for an Edward Scissorhands costume, that's what they recommended. Been using it for all sorts ever since.

 

[katiesparkles]

not really on topic, but in reply to OP:

there's nothing more annoying to me than people that are on their cell 24/7. i commute by train every day and all i want to do is sit in the quiet car (where cell phones and loud conversations are discouraged) and read my book. all too often people are still chatting away on their phone... it drives me up the wall. ugh!

 

[V.C. Brunswick]

not really on topic, but in reply to OP:

there's nothing more annoying to me than people that are on their cell 24/7. i commute by train every day and all i want to do is sit in the quiet car (where cell phones and loud conversations are discouraged) and read my book. all too often people are still chatting away on their phone... it drives me up the wall. ugh!

I hate talking on the phone so much (even on a landline) that I can't possibly imagine what people can be gabbing about to be constantly on the phone all the time.

 

[katiesparkles]

I hate talking on the phone so much (even on a landline) that I can't possibly imagine what people can be gabbing about to be constantly on the phone all the time.

me too. i will never understand why some people are glued to their phones. or why they constantly feel the need to chit chat about random nonsense. or why people constantly need to text each other. BEEP BEEP BEEP. ugh.

that said, someone stole my cell about 3 weeks ago and everybody (family, friends.. you know) is urging me to get a new one asap, but i'm so enjoying being off the grid. guess it won't be much longer until i'll have to get a new one but it was nice while it lasted!

 

[LizzieMaine]

It took six thousand years of civilization to bring mankind to the point where we can be in constant communication at any time of day or night, with just about any other person we could imagine -- only to discover that we really don't have anything to say to each other.

 

[Lily Powers]

Years ago I was on a bus and there was this mountain of a man who must have been 6'4", 400 lbs. He was walking up and down the aisle and preaching.

That's an everyday sight down our main drag! Sometimes the populace and city "leaders" stumble all over themselves for the sake of political correctness, thus allowing (by not prohibiting) some pretty nasty behavior. Don't even let me get started on the people who set up camp in a city park under the color of "Occupying" and what they were allowed to get away with for 50-days.

Originally Posted by Edward
Aren't mimes the reason why you folks have the Second Amendment?

Yes, but there is a special clause in the 2nd Amendment regarding mimes. Legally, we can only point our thumb up with our index finger straight out and silently mouth the words, "bang, bang."

 

[rue]

It took six thousand years of civilization to bring mankind to the point where we can be in constant communication at any time of day or night, with just about any other person we could imagine -- only to discover that we really don't have anything to say to each other.

:eusa_clap Well said Lizzie. At least when we still wrote letters it would take a few days or more so that you'd have something to share.