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Furry Children
When the song ended, Cujo led Toy over to Veronica. "Perhaps you ladies would like to see the showroom." said Cujo. Versace looked at Cujo. He wanted to talk turkey. "I'll be stepping outside for a moment." said Tim Versace. "Fine." said Cujo. The ladies went their way, chatting like old friends, arm in arm. Versace got on his Blackberry, and it wasn't to twitter. He wanted info from the factory, on economics. In the office, Cujo's cell phone went off. Cujo answered. A bunch of jabbering in Japanese assaulted his phone ear. "Hey! Wait a minute." cried Cujo. Click.— September 6, 2009 11:06 p.m.
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When the song was over, everyone clapped for Cujo. "Come on, Toy, lets dance." said Cujo. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZCtgFmQvjQ— September 6, 2009 8:55 a.m.
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The lights went down, and the music rose. It was Bee Gees 'Stayin Alive.' Toy helped Cujo take off his suit jacket, and Cujo started moving one of his legs to the beat. He struck a pose, unbuttoned the top part of his dress shirt, and spun around. Tim Versace looked at Veronica, who looked back at him. Unbelievable. Cujo could really dance. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHWeuQyFouo As Cujo danced, his feet touched the circular lights on the dance mat, when they lit up. It was like a Wii video game, sort of. Cujo pointed a finger in the air as he danced, and the women squealed spontaneously, and started clapping. Toy had a huge grin on her face. Cujo could really get down. She knew that he could use this system to compete in dancing contests on the internet, and she had once seen a Honda salesman from Northern California dancing on the flatscreen, trying to provoke Cujo. Cujo demolished him that evening, but the guy was persistent and wouldn't go away. He knew Cujo from high school, and even back then, they battled on the dance floor.— September 6, 2009 8:50 a.m.
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You cats are tremendous. .................................................................... "Dance machine." Toy just said that out of the blue, Veronica noticed. By now Cujo was completely wasted, and so was Tim Versace. The difference was that this was familiar ground for Versace. His strategy was to propose toasts. Toast basketball greats. Once the subject has bitten, eventually move the topic to Larry Bird. You'll run out of booze before you run out of toasts. Now Tim Versace was curious. "Whats the dance machine, Cujo?" he asked. "Come on, JoJo, dance machine." said Toy, in a rather erotic tone of voice if you were to ask Tim Versace. Cujo's real name was JoJo, but noone called him that. Cujo stood up, pushed his desk to the side of the room, pulled out a remote control, rolled out a dance mat with circles on it, and activated his state of the art flat screen. The office turned into a disco, when Cujo engaged a special lighting system.— September 4, 2009 7:46 p.m.
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Boy oh boy, Johnny on the spot. Point well taken on what Barbarella was referring to on the second quote. I do appreciate your consideration, and arguments in the blogosphere can take on a life of their own. Truthfully, SDaniels, I like blogging on Barbarellas site because its populated with thinking individuals. Call it a marketing ploy, but a start up blog can get lost in the shuffle so easily. Heres what I propose: I'll start looking at the different blogs, and come up to speed on whats au courant. Because I think every site has its own protocols, and the blogosphere is a fast evolving thing. So I do acknowledge I may have been stubborn and anti-social. What i tell people is that you aren't going to take a man who's been abusing drugs for over ten years and turn him into a perfect ten in an instant. Its not going to happen. My life is a work in progress, and I count our conversation as an improvement in my life. Would you be cool with this game plan?— September 4, 2009 3:03 a.m.
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Yeah, wine is excellent. I dont drink it because I just swig it like beer, and then get smashed. Unless I'm at like, Cafe Sevilla and can get a fine Argentine wine. Then I can sip it and really enjoy. The mythbusters thing is so true. David is totally right in my opinion saying you're not going to improve on nature. Now, my secret is corn tortillas. Its Pritikin theory- whole grains scrape your colon, where toxins gather, and you detoxify. Or maybe its just because I live in Tijuana. Although, if you notice, Mexicans have a lower rate of cancer than Americans. I think alot has to do with how you combine foods. Like, in TJ, where they have fried chicken, they serve it with sliced cabbage on the side, and thats supposed to cut some of the bad cholesterol from fried chicken. One time I asked a Chinese guy that has a 99 cent restaurant about eating pork. He said 'Yeah, you can eat pork, just eat it with beef. Another one, is eating peanuts while you drink beer. The peanuts will pull the water from the beer, and you won't get as dehydrated. And peanuts are actuaslly really good for you. I think stress will take you down faster than free radicals, though.— September 4, 2009 2:24 a.m.
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I beg your pardon, SDaniels, but I've been advised of no such thing. Barbarella asked me what I was doing: Post #5:Diegonomics, are you trying to publish a novel, comment by comment? What gives with the abstract stuff? I answered, and she later remarked in post #10: Okay, it's not even noon, but now I've got a hankering for carbs and cheese. ;) These are cut and paste quotes from this thread. Why would you mischaracterize Barbarellas posts? And doesn't it occur to you that if Barbarella were so displeased with this thread she would simply remove it from her blog? Be honest, SDaniels. Aren't a number of you ganging up on me demanding that I get my own blog, etc. etc. when in reality, if you want to tell other people what to do, it is you people that should get your own blog? Physicians, heal thyself. And whats worse, is that noone is forcing you to read my super rad web serial 'Condo.' Nevertheless, you all feel compelled to censor me. I wonder if there is a hidden agenda at play? Face it SDaniels, I busted you totally mischaracterizing Barbarella. Doesn't it embarass you to be browbeating someone who is participating, and therefore enhancing Barbarella's blog, when you would be better off contributing, not censoring like some sort of petite Gestapo? And when you say good luck, after all that, I get the creeps a little bit. So why not respond in kind, or just drop it and get on with your life?— September 4, 2009 2:23 a.m.
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Its about web cred, people. And if it brings traffic to SDReader.com is that so bad? Whats the matter with writing a story? I had a column at Montgomery High School, I had a column at Southwestern College and now I'm blogging on Barbarella's actually very cool web log, or blog for short. Why can't you be more affirming of my efforts? Why does it have to be about highjacking a blog or something? In the words of Moliere "God, how I suffer." You see? I'm literate, and can throw out literary allusions and so forth. I think you should be accepting and embrace diversity, versus being territorial and grumbling under your breath, figuratively speaking. Why can't we celebrate the fact that we have an incredible internet, and make use of it creatively? That's really all I'm saying, but if you all are firm that I should start a blog I'll look into it. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Martial arts? Is it because I'm Asian, Tim? Is that why you think I'm supposed to know martial arts?" asked Cujo. "Well, I figure you may have some insight on the topic." said Tim Versace. "First, allow me to propose a toast- to Allan Iverson." said Cujo, and hoisted a shot glass with barely a thimble full of Jack Daniels, while Versace had the bottle. "To Allan Iverson." said Versace, and they drank. Cujo's face was starting to get a little warm, and he was beginning to get a contented sort of feeling. Soon he would be drunk, at this rate. "To Shaq Diesel!" cried Tim Versace, hoisting the bottle and pouring Cujo a fresh shot. "To Shaq Diesel." said Cujo, and they drank. Toy got behind Cujo and started massaging his shoulders. "Yes, thank you, Toy." said Cujo. Bap. Toy lightly slappeded Cujo playfully on the head, and he started giggling. Veronica was making careful note of everything. This was shaping up to be a doozy of a meeting. "The martial arts is about conquering fear in my opinion." said Cujo. "Go on." said Tim Versace. "It's Kung Fu Panda, Versace. There's no secret- it's you." said Cujo. "I always suspected something along those lines, but you really know how to put it into words." "Tim, what do you think is going to happen to the NUMMI plant?" "It's all yours, Cujo. New GM is downsizing, and the last Pontiac Vibes are going to a rental fleet, at least that's what I heard." "What do you think about the Camry?" "Its big for a Toyota, but it's got a lot of what makes a Toyota in it. What do you think about the new Malibu?" "Great mileage, Tim, no doubt about it."— September 3, 2009 9:04 a.m.
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What's the matter with variety? Whats the matter with creative expression? Writers are supposed to write. I hate to be the conscience of the internet here, but blogging- in all its glory, is hardly a settled science. Did you know that Disney just paid $4 billion for Marvel Comics? I mean I'm hooking you up here. A cool, progressive motorcycle cop- Don Wall. Chinese super heroes like Kato and Jet. Hotties like Veronica and Toy. Mametesque salesmen like Tim Versace and Cujo. Acquaint me again with your complaints? Where is the problem exactly? And if you check upthread, I already tried to start a blog, but I couldn't find the link. Moreover, there are millions of threads in the blogosphere. It just so happens that 'Furry Children' has a rad web serial called 'Condo.'— September 3, 2009 8:28 a.m.
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Tikicult, Well, its a nice thing to get noticed on a well established web site. I mean afterall, content is what we're all struggling for. I mean look at Rebecca's recent work, it's like 'Say hello to my little post!' ala Tony Montana. Anyway, Cujo, Tim Versace's arch nemesis, a super whiz Toyota salesman, was trying to get Versace drunk, and then ply him for information. He proferred Tim Versace the bottle of Jack Daniels, and smoothly inquired of Tim Versace "Tell me about basketball." Now everyone was enthralled. Tim Versace's absolutely out of this friggin world basketball game, which everyone knew about, was coming into play. The women hung on his every word. "Alan Iverson is everything that I ever strove toward being as a player. His contribution to the game is just....messianic." "How Tim? How can I become the best basketball player possible?" asked Cujo, in a super smooth monotone, almost like a supercomputer. "Drive to the rim. Take the ball to the hole. If you can see the rim, then you can drive toward it. Thats winning basketball. Penetrate." said Tim Versace defensively. He'd heard the same question on many occasions. Tim Versace continued: "Obviously the team that plays defense and rebounds in combination is going to end up winning the game. But what about you, Cujo? What do you know about martial arts?" asked Tim Versace archly. Tim felt that this would be an interesting line of questioning.— September 2, 2009 10:48 p.m.