This is an Unhosted Cafe.
Self-serve food and drinks.
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Lewd, rude, and crude — that’s how we grow ’em around here.
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Please recommend (and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier)
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May the 4’s be with you
24/7 Cafe Closed. Morning Cafe Opened
Clean tables, clean floor, lots of quarters for the jukebox. What more could you ask?
OK. . . who is froggyphotofair? I thought that was Olivia’s alterego.
I don’t know where the e-mail address goes to. I think it’s always been there for Froggybottom, but I’d have to go back and look. I guess we could e-mail a message and see who responds 🙂
Just delurking … have a good night late-nighters.
Nice to see you Olivia.
From the first photofair.
Nice to see you too mary. 🙂
but deep down I don’t really care.
So the Blues fired their coach and hired a new one. I don’t think it’s going to help 😉
and thought of you … It has to get better one of these seasons. 🙂
Btw, check your e/m.
Okay … I’m really off to bed now. G’night.
Night, and Congrats on beating Hasek the other night.
To beat Hasek … b/c they’ve stunk otherwise … 🙂
Hope you’re feeling better, and g’night to you too.
Ha! I saw Mary in the old cafe…where is she now? 😛
Were you missing me? 😉
Heh…you only entered the conversation earlier because FM brought you up. Apparently, he needs your help in trying to set me right. 😛
All rested up I see. FM never needs my help but he likes my help.
Ah, I see.
So…what shall we chat about tonight? 🙂
The difference between elitist east coasters and down to earth midwesterners? That should keep us occupied.
Heh…you do know I wasn’t born in the country to begin with, and my accent is from the Left Coast (spent my first years here in California). I’m not a native East Coaster, so that round kinda backfires. 😛
It wasn’t a round. It was a topic. Now that I know you bring a disinteredness to it, it’s even better. And you have Left Coast experience.
What would you say is the difference between a left coaster and an east coaster?
Disintered, am I?
The main difference between West and East is that the West Coast has a much more laid-back attitude. The East Coast, particularly the Northeast, just feels like a goddamn pressure cooker a lot of the time.
I’ve noticed in blog conversations that people often assume that everyone is just like them if they have one thing in common. For instance, if they are the same age. And to a certain extent that’s true. But I think people underestimate the geographic differences — differences that lead to differences in style of communicating.
East coasters rule!!! :::relurking whooshing sound:::
get back in here!
and bring M&M’s with you
Sorry, my mouth is full of the dark chololate ones.
selfish east coaster. won’t share.
MIDWEST !! MIDWEST!!!
EAST COAST SUCKS!! EAST COAST SUCKS!!
Them’s fightin’ words.
I challenge you to a duel, sir! Shall we say pistols at dawn?
what a snotty east coast way to handle this. A duel. With pistols? In the midwest, you’d just beat the crap out of each other.
You ruffians!!!
Not until you come to Detroit and smack me on the cheek with your lace hanky. If you survive walking up Woodward Ave at 1 a.m. with your lace hanky waving in the breeze, the duel is on.
Actually my lace hanky is at the dry cleaners.
You better be prepared it you challenge a Midwesterner. Word still mean something here, Mister.
Just think: This man is teaching spelling to small children.
And handwriting
I get to pick the pistols, (or blugeons) you two. Assuming, of course, that Boran isn’t plucked off Woodward by the line of cars that will be stopping to offer him “rides”. And making it “worth his time”.
There’s a fine line between lurking and stalking.
You think I should be afraid?
I think he should be.
Because you think I’m stalking him?
No. If he is stalking you, and the evidence points that way, my money is on you. You can handle yourself.
I’m stalking Mary? Sheesh, I didn’t know going back and checking up on the closed cafe before hitting the new one qualified as stalking. How the times change…
Mary? Has anything gone missing from your house? A picture, a book, a Christmas ornament? Often stalkers break into the stalkee’s house to steal a totemic object.
Her toilet brush has gone missing.
You took my toilet brush! It was you!
No, no. I took your M&Ms. BooMan took your toilet brush.
Yes, that is a rather nerdy thing to take.
LOL! He’s not stalking me. You’re just jealous because he didn’t delurk to talk to you 🙂
I didn’t delurk…I finished packing. I’m leaving early tomorrow morning to go home for break.
In the words of the immortal Spike:
I wasn’t lurking, I was standin’ about. It’s a totally different vibe.
Well, think what you want.
I’m gonna go brush my teeth and get some sleep. Later.
I don’t think you’re stalking me! I don’t know why Teach said that. Don’t leave in a bad mood.
Hey, Psi, I didn’t mean to offend. I was just riffing. I’m working on the FM story and jumping back & forth. Ignore me.
I’m just concerned for everyone here, that’s all.
um — that didn’t go very well, did it?
Yeah, I screwed up. I hope he reads the apology I just posted.
Now I’m going to have to stalk him all over Orange or something. So we’re even.
I sent an apology email.
Er…in reference to me or Mary?
Mary was here when you showed up.
Lovely froggie, MM. Quite a calling card you have there.
Hi Teach. How’s tricks?
An Orange frog? How ecumenical of you MM 😉
Shucks, mb! No one has ever called me “ecumenical” before!
Hi, MM. I must confess, after seeing that picture of you dancing. . . your name just doesn’t fit. MythChild? MiniMyth? MiddleschoolMyth? IddleBittyMyth? Mother seems somehow, can’t find the word, mature, unlike that picture, which seemed very very young.
Hey kidspeak. Thanks! That photo was taken… some time ago, before I was a mother. I doubt I would fit into that costume anymore, unfortunately! I was in love with Javanese dance. Which is how I met my husband. His sister was my teacher at CalArts.
OK, so Myth is your child? On the other hand, it also reminded me of my sister when she was in the first – rather the “oneth” grade. With her two front teeth Mithing, her teather became Myth Baker.
I posted too soon.
She would come home from school in a state of excitement some days, and call our mother Myth Mother. (Our school was big on etiquette.)
What a cutie! I just made up myth mother because I’m a writer. Mother of myths, as it were.
That’s a great way to describe a writer. Actually, that’s what I really thought you meant. It just cracks me up every time I see it, remembering my sister.
Good night, froggies!!! It’s almost 1AM here in NYS.
I’m outta here for the night too. See ya everyone.
Me, too. Duel, later.
If anyone can’t sleep and wants something to read, part 4 & 5 of the FM story are online. Clink on the link below. Start with the intro and go in numerical order.