The Bar
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Elemental666
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- Martiansky
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- theCryptofishist
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- theCryptofishist
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Is it true about Nipples?
*fishy is silent for a long, long, long, long, long time*
I mean I barely knew him, but we'd sit here a few seats down from each other and edrink.
*silent toast*
Anyone want to do more of those for him--add it to my tab.
*fishy is silent for a long, long, long, long, long time*
I mean I barely knew him, but we'd sit here a few seats down from each other and edrink.
*silent toast*
Anyone want to do more of those for him--add it to my tab.
The Lady with a Lamprey
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
- Lassen Forge
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(Walks in slowly, wiping tears from her eyes)
'Morning all. Just heard about Nipples. Wanted to... to...
(damn these leaking tears...)
(pours cup of coffee, drops a double of Makers into it, lifts to sky...)
To Nips. I'm sad we couldn't have met face to face, but we will someday, somewhere beyond. This one is for you, and to you...
(In the ancient Arabic tradition, sips to make sure it's drinkable, then walks to the door, hoists cup, and launches the Yankee Coffee into the wind. Then pours herself one, sits down at the bar, and slowly sips hers, reminiscing...)
BBS
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Thinking beyong the corporeal shell for a while
'Morning all. Just heard about Nipples. Wanted to... to...
(damn these leaking tears...)
(pours cup of coffee, drops a double of Makers into it, lifts to sky...)
To Nips. I'm sad we couldn't have met face to face, but we will someday, somewhere beyond. This one is for you, and to you...
(In the ancient Arabic tradition, sips to make sure it's drinkable, then walks to the door, hoists cup, and launches the Yankee Coffee into the wind. Then pours herself one, sits down at the bar, and slowly sips hers, reminiscing...)
BBS
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Thinking beyong the corporeal shell for a while
* silently enters bar...makes one screwdriver, one gin & tonic, and pulls one pint of pilsner. adds an olive to the beer. sets all three at the the three stools near the door, along with three roses; one red, one white, and one yellow. raises her own glass of whiskey to Nipples and his incarnations.*
Skol, baby.
You'll be missed.
Below is his last bar post. I think it's perfectly appropriate.
Skol, baby.
You'll be missed.
Below is his last bar post. I think it's perfectly appropriate.
paps wrote:I will not claim victory by tit or cock size.
There is no lessor, nor greater.
Fortune is what is...
~asks for an olive in his beer~
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- EvilDustBooger
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....EviLLe Appears, and is at once aware of the sadness in the bar .
after a long silence, he uncorks the pint bottle of Maker`s Mark he has stashed in his kilt. He lifts the bottle and finally utters the only thing he can think of...
..." Here`s to Nipples. I didn`t know him at all. But misery loves company. And miserable company is better than no company at all.
So , here`s to our fragile lives, fertile memories, and miserable friends."
He takes a long silent drink, and vanishes before anyone can see him crying..........
after a long silence, he uncorks the pint bottle of Maker`s Mark he has stashed in his kilt. He lifts the bottle and finally utters the only thing he can think of...
..." Here`s to Nipples. I didn`t know him at all. But misery loves company. And miserable company is better than no company at all.
So , here`s to our fragile lives, fertile memories, and miserable friends."
He takes a long silent drink, and vanishes before anyone can see him crying..........
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My friend, my friend... I’m going to miss you.
Thank you, Peter, for being such good in this world.
I just don't know what else to say at the moment. I'm still processing.
If I could, I'd give you all a big hug, but I guess the thought will have to suffice for now...
Ugh...
Thank you, Peter, for being such good in this world.
I just don't know what else to say at the moment. I'm still processing.
If I could, I'd give you all a big hug, but I guess the thought will have to suffice for now...
Ugh...
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- theCryptofishist
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That's an excellent suggestion, Zule. You guys can start it off back east, and those of us out here on the left coast can keep it going the rest of the night.Zulegoona wrote:Maybe after the moon rises I'll go out and give a howl.
Oh, and one more thing. Keep your chins up people, and remember what kind of person he was and how he only lifted others up, n'kay?
- Lassen Forge
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No wonder we love you so, Sensei... too bad you're ruining this event! >grins<Sensei wrote:That's an excellent suggestion, Zule. You guys can start it off back east, and those of us out here on the left coast can keep it going the rest of the night.Zulegoona wrote:Maybe after the moon rises I'll go out and give a howl.
Oh, and one more thing. Keep your chins up people, and remember what kind of person he was and how he only lifted others up, n'kay?
Finally got time in my schedule to be sad. Needed that. Nipples would have wanted us to carry on and rock on and love and enjoy life. But the shock is great, the pain deep. I think he's probably amazed (reading over our shoulder) how many people he touched!...
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Live life to it's fullest. Enjoy every moment like it's your last. Because someday it will be. So don't flake on it while you have the chance.
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drinks for all. Damn thing to happen. It seems too many folks I know are checkin out these days. brings me back to the only real things that matter...
you fill in the blanks for yourselves. I'll try love.
you fill in the blanks for yourselves. I'll try love.
"We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believe is false."- William Casey, CIA Director 1981
- LeChatNoir
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When I was around the age of twelve, I lost a friend to an automobile accident. When I was 18, I lost my grandfather, a man who was extraordinarily close to me. And as the years lumbered by, more and more people left until I realized at some point that all of us count those whom we lose and continue to add them up until one day, we become one of the counted for someone else.
Tough as it often is, death is as natural as birth and is no less a miracle. Sometimes I think maybe it’s even more of one, in that birth is like a blank canvas... an existence merely on the cusp of being lived. But death... death is like a finished painting, a collage of life built one breath, one thought, one brush stroke at a time. An accumulation of hearts touched and memories shared that form a picture of the life lived in the minds of those who had the good fortune to have shared in it.
I flew to Minneapolis to welcome home from Europe one of my dearest friends and meet up with several new ones... including Peter, Blue and Z. I had the genuine pleasure of meeting him only that once in person, at Barley John’s Brew Pub on the night of what I rank as one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had. Though this was the only face to face meeting, I had many contacts with him both on and off the eplaya. It’s hard to make sense of how deeply this has affected me, since this is someone whose life overlapped with mine for what is in all honesty, a very brief time. But in this man I saw a beautiful, sometimes bittersweet tragic sort of existence, graced with the ability to bounce back from whatever obstacle was encountered and always, always smile. I can’t claim to have known him anywhere even close to what his girlfriend or children did and my heart goes out to them with the greatest of respect. I suppose that, perhaps selfishly, the thing that pains me the most is that the chance to get to know him better has been taken away from me. He was someone in whom I identified and empathized. Maybe I feel that, through this loss, the chance to get to know myself a little better was taken away some too. I don’t know... or maybe I’m angry and feel we were all robbed (including your son, Peter) of just a little bit of good when we seem to live in a world sometimes so starved for it.
My friend, I do know you would want us all to not be sad and keep smiling... but you’ll just have to get over it for a bit, because there are many people who are going to miss you and your chiming in with cryptic verse. Lot’s of people are talking about you tonight. Can you hear them? I hope you can.
And so we go... onward through the fog.
Sputnik?... whenever you get back through here... I’d take one of those shots of Makers with you.
Tough as it often is, death is as natural as birth and is no less a miracle. Sometimes I think maybe it’s even more of one, in that birth is like a blank canvas... an existence merely on the cusp of being lived. But death... death is like a finished painting, a collage of life built one breath, one thought, one brush stroke at a time. An accumulation of hearts touched and memories shared that form a picture of the life lived in the minds of those who had the good fortune to have shared in it.
I flew to Minneapolis to welcome home from Europe one of my dearest friends and meet up with several new ones... including Peter, Blue and Z. I had the genuine pleasure of meeting him only that once in person, at Barley John’s Brew Pub on the night of what I rank as one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had. Though this was the only face to face meeting, I had many contacts with him both on and off the eplaya. It’s hard to make sense of how deeply this has affected me, since this is someone whose life overlapped with mine for what is in all honesty, a very brief time. But in this man I saw a beautiful, sometimes bittersweet tragic sort of existence, graced with the ability to bounce back from whatever obstacle was encountered and always, always smile. I can’t claim to have known him anywhere even close to what his girlfriend or children did and my heart goes out to them with the greatest of respect. I suppose that, perhaps selfishly, the thing that pains me the most is that the chance to get to know him better has been taken away from me. He was someone in whom I identified and empathized. Maybe I feel that, through this loss, the chance to get to know myself a little better was taken away some too. I don’t know... or maybe I’m angry and feel we were all robbed (including your son, Peter) of just a little bit of good when we seem to live in a world sometimes so starved for it.
My friend, I do know you would want us all to not be sad and keep smiling... but you’ll just have to get over it for a bit, because there are many people who are going to miss you and your chiming in with cryptic verse. Lot’s of people are talking about you tonight. Can you hear them? I hope you can.
And so we go... onward through the fog.
Sputnik?... whenever you get back through here... I’d take one of those shots of Makers with you.
The New and Improved Black Cat... now with 25% more blather
- blueniteowl
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>>Yawn<<
Good morning. Guess I'm opening...
(Lights lanterns & fireplace, dumps ashtrays, mops off bar top, brings ice in from outside...)
Hmmm, what coffee this morning? Something to ward off tear hangovers. Hate those. How 'bout some of this espresso-roast Kenyan? Yeah, that's the ticket! Little chicory, little cinnamon, little nutmeg...
(Fires up coffe pot, sets out condiments and stuff, starts polishing mirrors...)
Now for the best part... Coffee with a shot o' Makers.
Good morning. Guess I'm opening...
(Lights lanterns & fireplace, dumps ashtrays, mops off bar top, brings ice in from outside...)
Hmmm, what coffee this morning? Something to ward off tear hangovers. Hate those. How 'bout some of this espresso-roast Kenyan? Yeah, that's the ticket! Little chicory, little cinnamon, little nutmeg...
(Fires up coffe pot, sets out condiments and stuff, starts polishing mirrors...)
Now for the best part... Coffee with a shot o' Makers.
- LeChatNoir
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(Shaken from his funk, he awakes with a blink and rub of the eyes)
Thanks for bringing us back to the topic of drinking, BBSue. Sorry 'bout the heavy vibe, there... Probably should have posted it in the other thread, but it was 3:30 in the morning so I figure I was good to even get it on the right board.
So... this came to me upon waking and I’ll deliver it in typical, corny eplaya feline persona:
The bowl is deep. Sometimes not as deep as you think it. You can let it evaporate or lap it up, but either way one day you will find the bottom. So I’m gonna lap, thanks...
One bowl of coffee and makers please!! Oh... and I brought some more chocolates!!!
Thanks for bringing us back to the topic of drinking, BBSue. Sorry 'bout the heavy vibe, there... Probably should have posted it in the other thread, but it was 3:30 in the morning so I figure I was good to even get it on the right board.
So... this came to me upon waking and I’ll deliver it in typical, corny eplaya feline persona:
The bowl is deep. Sometimes not as deep as you think it. You can let it evaporate or lap it up, but either way one day you will find the bottom. So I’m gonna lap, thanks...
One bowl of coffee and makers please!! Oh... and I brought some more chocolates!!!
The New and Improved Black Cat... now with 25% more blather