What's Making you Smirk these days

What's Making you Smirk these days
The Editors on Monday, August 17, 1998 - 10:53 pm:

Let us know what's making you smirk!

By Jocelyn on Tuesday, August 18, 1998 - 09:25 am:

because she is a kind person, my mother took my car to get it cleaned (finally) this morning. i think she went to the shell station on california and steiner, and as the million little mexican men were cleaning my car, what did they discover? remember that big butcher knife you were sitting on the night of the evil doers' ball, avery?
so i guess one of the little mexican men pulled it out of the back seat and just looked at my mother and said (insert accent) "what does she do with this?"

to which my mother replied, "i can only imagine." and so they set the knife on the car console where it would be easy
for me to get to.

i'm still amused over this.

By Samantha on Saturday, September 19, 1998 - 10:37 am:

I smirked the other day at the way both of our feet were hurting, yet we still walked on.
The day before that we talked until the wee hours of the morning about things that the daylight wouldn't allow. Soul purging is good.

By SlappyJack on Wednesday, September 23, 1998 - 10:11 am:

I'm starting to smirk over things that have happened before and will happen soon again. See, it's gonna be wintertime soon in the Mile High city soon and my treat will be this:

I'm driving at a reasonable speed on a snowy day.

An asshole in a SUV (typically with California Plates) flies by at 80 miles and hour with all their 4-wheel drive power, causing much stress to the rest of us on the road.

Sometime later I slowly drive by the wreck of the same asshole, who is now standing in the cold and snow wondering how the hell he's gonna get his car out of the ditch, or back on its tires...

By Jocelynice on Thursday, October 15, 1998 - 01:58 pm:

i hold, in my hands, right now. ..

the advance release promo copy of the new vanilla ice album on cd and tape along with the press kit including the big old 8x10 black and white glossy. he's described the new album as "a new musical adventure for (him)."

looking at this is like an orgasm, only less.

By Spice Spice Avery on Thursday, October 15, 1998 - 03:54 pm:

Yeah... much, much less.

By Kimme on Sunday, October 18, 1998 - 05:58 pm:

Pamie's first time sex talk w/her pop. Jesus Christ, I split a lip laughing. Lemonbug (another recent denverite) told me to check it out. I recomend the same, if anyone else here hasn't read it.

Pamie, baby, you kick!

By Avery on Sunday, October 18, 1998 - 11:19 pm:

Anna's Danish Cookies on 18th and Guerrero in San Francisco. Yum.

By Selloutjocelyn on Monday, October 19, 1998 - 08:49 am:

wal mart. like i say on my front page today, while i'd like to be cool like the rage against the machine kids and boycott the commie wal marts, where else can i get ten pounds of cat food for $5 and slinky blue lipstick for 89 cents? when the rage against the machine kids are as poor as i am, THEN they can come talk to me about boycotting wal mart.

By Kimme on Tuesday, October 20, 1998 - 09:19 am:

Hi all, I'm still alive.

Originally I was gonna put this on the "things makin' me scowl" board, but now that I've had some time to mull it over, I realize it belongs here.

Slap and I and my little brother went to the Barenaked Ladies concert last night. It was wonderful, but I'll let slappy tell you about it, if he's so inclined.

So anyway, I got up to go to the bathroom about five songs into their set. You know, no waiting in the endless women's room line that way. All the stalls were full, but there were only like five of us waiting. And since that was the case, no real line had formed. Everyone was kind of rushing into a stall if one opened near them. So I wait for about three minutes, and then a stall opens. I go for it, but then this chick pushes me. Hard. She was one of those bleached blonde, lots of make-up, former sorority girl types. Oh, and she was wasted. She's all beligerant, asking, "Where the fuck did you come from bitch?". Christ. I say, "I've been waiting for a few minutes," and again I try to push the stall door closed. No, she pushes me again, and then says "Were you waiting in the fucking line, cause I was waiting in the fucking line." So now I'm pissed, because I know she just walked into the bathroom. I say, "What line? Look behind you, and show me where the line is. 'Cause if you can find one, I'll be more than happy to wait in it." That's when she takes a swing at me. Wow! I've never been swung at before. She's so drunk, she not only misses, but falls to the ground, sloshing beer all over her cashmere sweater and leather coat. I just look at her in distain for a few seconds, mumble "whatever", and close the stall door.

Now for awhile, I was pretty pissed off, and like I said, had been planning on putting this on the scowl board. But the BNL were so good, I just couldn't stay angry. Plus, it's kind of cool to have been swung at once in your life. Especially when you don't get hurt, and she ruined probably $600.00 worth of clothes by being an asshole...


By Kimme on Friday, October 23, 1998 - 10:19 am:

Slappy's new job, and the reaction my parents are gonna have to it. Fantastic. I'm sure all the details will be up on his page post-haste.

By Janet on Friday, October 23, 1998 - 11:20 am:

Oooo! A new job? Can't wait to hear the details....Suspense!

By Kimme on Sunday, November 1, 1998 - 09:24 pm:

This guy:
He's foulmouthed, but just as Scowly as I expect any reasonable person to be, and he's usually right on about the movies he reviews.

By Kimme on Monday, March 29, 1999 - 08:42 pm:

Old music. The stuff that you listened to over and over again during certain periods in your life. The stuff that can bring those moments back like nothing else. I have a few of these albums, and every time I play them, I get kind of teary eyed and nostalgic. But in a really good way.

To name a few:

Bob Marley, best of: being a twelve year old kid, in the mountains, worshipping my dad, but wondering, "what is this obsession he has with kites all about?" Just the first experience with my dads many obsessions...

Anything by the Smiths=high school. Some Cure songs will bring that feeling back, but in terms of complete albums, it's the Smiths.

The Cranberries first album was listened to over and over while in my first apartment. I remember every little knick knack I hung up to make the gloomy "garden apartment" (euphimism for sub-basement-you're-not-getting-any-light-in-here-so-we'll-charge-$150-less-on-rent) a little more like home when I listen to this compelation.

Cowboy Junkies: Slap and I in his not so dark, but really tiny studio, two years ago. Wow.

I listen to these things, and even with tears in my eyes (and a couple of glasses of wine in my belly) I smirk. And summer is just around the bend. You're goddamned right I smirk.