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Ah, gclark and his neverending obsession with critters of all kinds: vermin, bugs, whatever. The only person in the universe—besides card-carrying entomologists—who says stuff like “i can’t wait ‘til the horseflies come out.” He is also obsessed with the weather, which you know if you are a loyal reader of this blog.
Once during a tornado, I was sitting in my bathtub crying while gclark was outside trying to get swept away and die. I kept going to the door and saying, you’re going to be sorry when you’re dead, and then getting back into the tub.
That story was meant to make gclark sound like the freak, but upon reflection it only makes me sound like the freak.
Yeah, it was in the Ville. He wasn’t just WATCHING it—he wanted to TOUCH it. And then when he moved in with RD and Dean, he was THRILLED because the house had a prime tornado-watching porch.
He was fond of lightning, too.
Hey, old schoolers: remember when that house had a bulldozer in the backyard, and James M. discovered that bulldozers will start with a Volkswagon key?
for some reason, cartoons (not general comic books) draw people with 3 fingers and a thumb (4 total). i have no idea why this is a common convention, but often when you see someone with 5 it looks like too many.
I remember picking up the phone during a storm that was so huge the purple sky never darkened because of the lightning bolts and the too-many-to-count tornado funnels would have made Helen Hunt and Bill Paxton AND Phillip Seymour Hoffman shit their pants—and there was gclark on the phone, while Sally crouched in the tub, and he was screaming something like, “Oh, mang! Are you and The Dean outside in this?” And we were, on the aforementioned porch. Figuring our house wouldn’t last anyway, we moved out onto the big stone fencepost-thingys for a better view, which we got. That was one of the most exhilarating nature-moments of my life. gclark’s not crazy—we were doing it too.
The bulldozer was pretty funny too. James and I kept in touch for awhile and almost met in Idaho to see Wild Willie Nelson, but his VW van wouldn’t run to get him there. Believe it or not.
RD and anyone else who cares:
I ran into Trey B. at brunch yesterday! His little boy is about 7, I guess, and he and his wife have a new baby girl as well. They are still super cute.
I remember Trey wanted to come to a party at our place once, but his wife wanted to come to, and since it was the only way to get him there, he brought her. She had one beer and passed out on The Dean’s bed. They didn’t stay long. What a weiner—but she was very nice in the time between entering and sleeping—approx. 27 minutes. The last time I saw their “baby,” he was asleep in the infant carseat—in ‘97! Yee-ouch!
You poor dear!! So UH… do you have any comix boxxes to give yer pal JP or me… I’m just about to burn all the comix in the back room… NOW!!
I like the evolution into Frankenstein, esp. your Frankenstein foot. It looks like you have extra toes. Greuse.
So how many lawyers DOES it take to assemble a cardboard box?
Did you really get stung in the pie hole? That sux. I did, however, send a very nice response and letter for the bar review for you.
i thought that last foot looked kinda creepy at first, too. 6-toed somethingorother.
what kind of wasp was it? was it one of those double-stingers?
i can’t wait ‘til the horseflies come out. those fuckers’ll keep ya on yer toes.
Ah, gclark and his neverending obsession with critters of all kinds: vermin, bugs, whatever. The only person in the universe—besides card-carrying entomologists—who says stuff like “i can’t wait ‘til the horseflies come out.” He is also obsessed with the weather, which you know if you are a loyal reader of this blog.
Once during a tornado, I was sitting in my bathtub crying while gclark was outside trying to get swept away and die. I kept going to the door and saying, you’re going to be sorry when you’re dead, and then getting back into the tub.
That story was meant to make gclark sound like the freak, but upon reflection it only makes me sound like the freak.
Ha ha! Wow! So where was this, in the Ville? Was there actually a tornado? What was he doing, WATCHING it?
You both sound crazy!
Yeah, it was in the Ville. He wasn’t just WATCHING it—he wanted to TOUCH it. And then when he moved in with RD and Dean, he was THRILLED because the house had a prime tornado-watching porch.
He was fond of lightning, too.
Hey, old schoolers: remember when that house had a bulldozer in the backyard, and James M. discovered that bulldozers will start with a Volkswagon key?
for some reason, cartoons (not general comic books) draw people with 3 fingers and a thumb (4 total). i have no idea why this is a common convention, but often when you see someone with 5 it looks like too many.
btw, david actually has 5 toes. so i hear.
The Simpsons have less than the normal set of fingers because animating fingers takes time (= money) so they go with just the few.
I remember picking up the phone during a storm that was so huge the purple sky never darkened because of the lightning bolts and the too-many-to-count tornado funnels would have made Helen Hunt and Bill Paxton AND Phillip Seymour Hoffman shit their pants—and there was gclark on the phone, while Sally crouched in the tub, and he was screaming something like, “Oh, mang! Are you and The Dean outside in this?” And we were, on the aforementioned porch. Figuring our house wouldn’t last anyway, we moved out onto the big stone fencepost-thingys for a better view, which we got. That was one of the most exhilarating nature-moments of my life. gclark’s not crazy—we were doing it too.
The bulldozer was pretty funny too. James and I kept in touch for awhile and almost met in Idaho to see Wild Willie Nelson, but his VW van wouldn’t run to get him there. Believe it or not.
RD and anyone else who cares:
I ran into Trey B. at brunch yesterday! His little boy is about 7, I guess, and he and his wife have a new baby girl as well. They are still super cute.
I remember Trey wanted to come to a party at our place once, but his wife wanted to come to, and since it was the only way to get him there, he brought her. She had one beer and passed out on The Dean’s bed. They didn’t stay long. What a weiner—but she was very nice in the time between entering and sleeping—approx. 27 minutes. The last time I saw their “baby,” he was asleep in the infant carseat—in ‘97! Yee-ouch!