This is not The Haters Club You're Looking For discussion
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I hate when Mary Ann gets busted for weed
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Tesse
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Mar 11, 2008 04:54PM
She was obviously hitting the bong prior to that picture being taken. Good on Mary Ann.
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well, what else was there to do on the island? fer serious.
I'd bet Ginger was more of a snort-it-out-of-her-Chanel-compact kind of gal.
Mr Howell??? Ewww!!! No way... I'd take the Professor over nasty Mister Howell any day. Hell, I'd blow Gilligan first.
Good god, I'd take the Skipper before resorting to Mr. Howell - he may have had money, but just look at poor Mrs. Howell. She obviously was not a satisfied woman.
Jeffrey.... "the Kind"??? Are you irretrievably square? It's "Da Kine" you dweeb! It's Hawaiian for "good stuff" or pretty much anything else you want it to mean. Oy. Noobs.
I sort of hate that I still call it pot, and the rest of the world has moved on. But not that much.
midnight discussions on weed names... we have issues...
Kind is a deadhead thing, too. And I might as well get this out of the way, if I'm going to be hanging out here. As well as listening to Neil Young and Joni Mitchell, and bands of more recent vintage, I still listen to the Dead, too.
:::smacks self in forehead repeatedly:::: oh good lord.... Alaska?? That totally explains it.And Deadheads, well... I think that says it all right there. That's what they get for spinning too long with bells on dammit.
My ex husband dragged me to Dead shows. At this point I'd rather put firebrands in my skull. Luckily for me Jerry is dead. Ha!
How I hated when Jerry died and all the Deadheads gravitated to the park at the end of Haight street with nowhere to go. They infested Haight Ashbury with their smelly, filthy footed, tie dyed, stringy-haired, bell-wearing, peace-and-love-and-LSD selves. The area was simply lousy with them. I could hardly stop myself from pointing and laughing every time I drove by. Sometimes I would scream out the window... go Phish you losers!!!
Things I am grateful for: I never have to listen to 45 minutes of Mickey Hart's drum solo 'Space' ever again. I don't have to listen to a room full of people argue about which was better, Amsterdam 1982 or Calveras County 1985. Who can tell the fucking difference anyhow??? Oh right, Jerry forgot ALL the words in 1982.
goddamn deadheads... :::twitch::: :::twitch::::
Yes, I understand that this is the general perception. Nobody shows up in my apartment to form a drum circle when I play the music, though. And, I gotta say, living in Haight Ashbury, you're asking for it, seems to me. That's like hanging out at City Lights and complaining about poets. (Is that still there? Did I read it closed?)
OR, wait, I know! Moving to LA and complaining about plastic surgery.
Anyway, I know this is what I have to live with, but I like the music.
If they'd ever gone away though, if it was just a band with a body of work that came to an end in the seventies or eighties, instead of the symbol and focus of a specific subculture that never eased up, they'd have made a comeback by now, and you'd all be begging me for copies of my soundboard recordings.
I never lived in the Haight, Howard (thank god)... I just had some friends who lived in the City and I drove through that area on my way to visit them. You couldn't get within a mile of the Haight without seeing some smelly deadhead pimpling the sidewalks.Hanging out at City Lights and complaining about poets... ha ha ha ha! City Lights is still there, as is Specs around the corner, and the Condor Club. Poets, drunken Irish men and giant boobs, all within spitting distance from one another. It's a beautiful life.
I complain about poets, even when I'm not hanging around by City Lights. Especially Beat Poets. Being a poet doesn't ameliorate my distaste for them apparently. Is that a kind of self loathing? Perhaps it's protection against becoming a walking cliche. I dunno... but there is nothing worse than bad poetry read badly aloud with soft jazz flute being played in the background. It's enough to make a girl haul out her AK47.
You may catch me begging you someday Howard... but I guarantee it's not going to be for soundboard recordings. ; )
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