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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

More Wall of Shame

Another for the Wall of Shame:
No truce, no mercy, no surrender, no rest, no more. This is war.

Megan, don't worry about us not having a good Mid October Party. I have no idea who you are, but you are officially banned from the Heart of Dupont.

Sadly, this one I earned.

Also, there's a lot of disagreement with my notion of a fun party at Unfogged. I would still hope I could set those people at ease within my parties.

Someone in Glasgow (post 731) would come to my parties, sorta:
This guy sounds like a bit of a tosser, but he's not wrong.

I don't know if I am ready for Glaswegians at my parties.

Ms. Passey's best efforts couldn't convince one of her commenters to date me:
Wow, that woman creeps me the fuck out; just reading her post on her pumpkin carving party convinces me she is a control freak.


Blogger Bob V said...

I got a lifetime ban from a bar in Tampa. I consider it to be my life's greatest accomplishment.

2:21 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

And you so young! What will you live for now?

2:49 PM  
Blogger Bob V said...

I dunno. Sex with nameless women and my next hit?

3:33 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

That's all most of us have left. So sad.

3:39 PM  
Blogger rcs said...

But on the other hand, you can add the fact that you inspired a 359-comment (and counting) thread on Unfogged to your Wall of Fame. Balance is important :)

3:44 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

It would be more impressive if the comments weren't half mine.

3:46 PM  
Anonymous thelonious_nick said...

Please, you didn't earn his rebuke. Why is he so worried that a perfect stranger didn't like his party that he has to declare war on you? And instead of taking it philosophically, or better yet, start throwing better parties, taking it upon himself to "ban" you from entire neighborhoods? No wonder his little soiree was no fun.

5:40 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

They call their house "The Heart of Dupont", I think because it isn't in Dupont. My neighborhood in Midtown is called Lavendar Heights, which is funny because there are no heights anywhere close.

I'll say this every time; there were lots of great people there, and they all liked it. But I didn't think it would develop into what I call fun.

5:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

what I call fun.

exactly. everyone's point. what YOU call fun.

5:57 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

If you have the heart for nearly 400 comments, what I consider fun got parsed and teased out over at Unfogged. One of my better definitions:

There is an intersection of that movement and participation and cleverness and joy, and I call that "fun". Lots of other things are great, including good conversation and playing sports and hard work. I genuinely see that. But they are not "fun", and fun is the goal of everything I do voluntarily. It is certainly the goal of something I put a hell of a lot of work into.

6:07 PM  
Anonymous M/tch M/lls said...

But they are not "fun", and fun is the goal of everything I do voluntarily.

Then you must go through life severely disappointed a lot of the time.

Hmmm, I kind of want to voluntarily read this article, but no, it won't be fun. Maybe I should call my friend, he's feelling sick today. But no, that wouldn't be any fun . . .

6:18 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

I don't go through life severely disappointed. I go through life in amazed wonder and delight.

7:10 PM  
Anonymous Tia said...

I think Megan is talking about flow.

Also, it's really funny that that "sex with a nameless woman" comment is coming from Pepe le Pew. I'm imagining him after decades of carrying on after that cat, finally given up, nursing a drink in the corner of a dark bar.

7:27 PM  
Anonymous M/tch M/lls said...

I go through life in amazed wonder and delight.

At how clueless some people are as to what constitutes a proper party? Yeah, you told us already.

Alternate reply: Then obviously, Megan, you're doing it wrong.

Alternate alternate reply: Man, Megan, you sure would make a great evangelical Christian.

Earnest reply: Yeah, me too. I just don't have the same answers to "what is fun?" as you.

And Tia just reminded me of an Onion headline (the kind on the front page which refer you to a non-existent interior page for the non-existent story): "Local Cat Raped by French Skunk". About as funny as a joke involving the subject can be, I suppose.

8:19 PM  
Blogger Bob V said...

Tia, Penelope ("that cat" had a name, dammit!) was a long time ago. Sometimes two species just drift away though.

M/tch M/lls, that headline actually offends me. And not because of the subject matter alone but because a little part of me is starting to think I really am a libidinous French skunk.

Maybe it's because Capella keeps calling me stinky.

9:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, just like me. I go through life in amazed wonder and delight too.

So many fun things left to do.

Oh, and I'm not really a 1 night stand person, I just saw that comment. Yeah, I'm not a big fan of that whole thing. It seems like it'd be awkward, and kind of a waste of time.


11:06 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

Justin, how did you get over to one-night stands? Where were we talking about that?

They can be very nice, but are more often awkward.

11:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bob V said...
I dunno. Sex with nameless women and my next hit?

Maybe I misunderstood that. But I took that to mean 1 night stands. Sex with random people, whatever, I lump it all under the same category of things I'm not that interested in.


11:46 AM  
Anonymous Travis said...

Those squares at unfogged wouldn't know fun if it fell off a roof and splashed on their khakis.
Swanky parties are fun and all, but they get more fun once everybody untucks their shirts, makes rambo headbands out of their ties and misplace their pants

2:47 PM  

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