The Bar

[shoegirl]

Hooray, the bar is open again!!!!!!!!
I should be making dinner and supervising homework. Instead I just poured a big fat glass of wine and I'm checking in at the bar.
Well, shoegirl earned her shoes today....so bottoms up everybody.

[Lorgasm]

Yee Hah!
Finally got past the bouncers and into the bar. Now I forgot what I wanted. Damn. Oh well. Hi Everyone!!

[Jewel***]

shoegirl's hittin' the sauce again.
but you really shouldn't be drinking alone

[Mozy bonz]

Grabs the bottle of Angelica from the bar top~~~~goes back to the dark corner of the bar.

.... >From the darkness the squeak of an Angelica bottle cork<

[helitack]

Shit, two days in Vegas turned into a day trip to Pahrump. Good news is that Albertsons had Candian Mist on sale. Fuckin two more weeks in the penalty box.

[shoegirl]

Thanks Jewel,
Hate to drink alone. Hey Mozy, where is Bump? I bet she is having a glass with me.

[Mozy bonz]

Hi shoegirl she is in the house. She never comes in the studio..... BM mess every where.

[Mozy bonz]

Its not a penalty box if you choose to be there. You like it there or you would not be there.

[helitack]

That's what they used to tell Solzhenitsyn too...

[Mozy bonz]

Ok back in the box.

[helitack]

Maybe we should invite this newbee into the bar:
http://eplaya.burningman.org/profile.ph ... le&u=21153

[Kinetic IV]

Not that I need a reason to drink but here's a good one! A shot of Patron for the man who single handedly saved the world from nuclear annihilation 23 years ago. (I swiped the idea from a Slashdot story cause it's a great reason to have a drink!)

http://tinyurl.com/kxl8u

And Hi! to Mozy, ShoeGirl, and anyone else lurking around.

Edit: Freakin registration pages...here's the story.

It might seem odd to celebrate a 23rd anniversary but every year since I heard of this man I go out and raise a glass to his memory. In truth you can get most journalists to raise a glass to anything but in this case I’m thanking him for my life.

On 26th September 1983 the hero of the day, Colonel Stanislav Yefgrafovich Petrov, clocked on for work as normal. Petrov was in charge of the Soviet Union’s satellite warning systems and this was the height of the cold war. Everyone was on edge because NATO was carrying out its annual tactical exercises and two weeks before the Soviets had shot down a Korean airliner that had wandered into the wrong airspace.

Meanwhile in the wider picture Ronald Reagan was publicly calling the Soviet Union an ‘Evil Empire’, the warm up man at a UK Conservative party rally in the UK had opened with the call to “Bomb Russia” and we had Andropov, a former leader of the KGB, as the current ruler of the Kremlin. Things were, to put it mildly, on a hair trigger.

All in all it was a scary time to be alive. If I hadn’t had the first Sláine series in the comic 2000AD and Duran Duran’s Rio to distract me I’d never have made it through the year without digging a fallout shelter – something plenty of people did.

Anyway, at 40 minutes past midnight on the 26th Petrov looked up and saw a missile launch from a United States silo had been detected by one of his satellites. Now you might expect panic at this point but missile command tends to attract the serious, sober type, probably the type of people who smoke a pipe and sew leather patches on their jackets, and Petrov kept his head.

He knew the satellite had been reported as suspect and decided to hold off on informing the high command. Then a second missile launch was picked up, and shortly after another, and another and another. Petrov knew that if he waited until he could confirm the launches with ground radar it would be too late for his country and the Yankees would win the Cold War.

Thankfully for us he thought before acting. He reasoned that it was illogical for a surprise attack to launched missiles one after the other – instead you’d launch everything you had and hope to wipe out the enemy before they reacted. He left the launch button alone and thankfully the missiles proved to be ghosts.

Myself and millions other slept peacefully in our beds that night, blissfully unaware of how close we came to fiery death or a worse existence than we could imagine if we had lived. Had the missiles flown Britain would, according to government war plan projections, currently be at a medieval level of technology in most places, having lost 90 per cent of its population.

Petrov was gently reprimanded and now lives modestly in the scientific community of Fryazino in Russia. He was honoured this year in a ceremony at the United Nations but take some time out today and say your private thanks to the man who saved the world.

[Mozy bonz]

I Would PM them but the PM doesn’t work here. I know I can email them my info telephone number and all. ……. you first.

[pinemom]

Hey Guys...and Gals!
how the hell are ya?
My oldest just flew in from Monterey and is napping thought Id bounce in here while making her fav' meal Mashed tatoes' homestyle homeaide gravy from scratch, chicken friend steak and corn, gramma's bring the homeaide frsh peach cobbler!
(Sorry BC Its Beef I promise!)

[helitack]

Another potential interesting bar type:

http://eplaya.burningman.org/profile.ph ... le&u=21157

[Box Burner]

Not that I need a reason to drink but here's a good one! A shot of Patron for the man who single handedly saved the world from nuclear annihilation 23 years ago. (I swiped the idea from a Slashdot story cause it's a great reason to have a drink!)

http://tinyurl.com/kxl8u

And Hi! to Mozy, ShoeGirl, and anyone else lurking around.

Edit: Freakin registration pages...here's the story.

It might seem odd to celebrate a 23rd anniversary but every year since I heard of this man I go out and raise a glass to his memory. In truth you can get most journalists to raise a glass to anything but in this case I’m thanking him for my life.

On 26th September 1983 the hero of the day, Colonel Stanislav Yefgrafovich Petrov, clocked on for work as normal. Petrov was in charge of the Soviet Union’s satellite warning systems and this was the height of the cold war. Everyone was on edge because NATO was carrying out its annual tactical exercises and two weeks before the Soviets had shot down a Korean airliner that had wandered into the wrong airspace.

Meanwhile in the wider picture Ronald Reagan was publicly calling the Soviet Union an ‘Evil Empire’, the warm up man at a UK Conservative party rally in the UK had opened with the call to “Bomb Russia” and we had Andropov, a former leader of the KGB, as the current ruler of the Kremlin. Things were, to put it mildly, on a hair trigger.

All in all it was a scary time to be alive. If I hadn’t had the first Sláine series in the comic 2000AD and Duran Duran’s Rio to distract me I’d never have made it through the year without digging a fallout shelter – something plenty of people did.

Anyway, at 40 minutes past midnight on the 26th Petrov looked up and saw a missile launch from a United States silo had been detected by one of his satellites. Now you might expect panic at this point but missile command tends to attract the serious, sober type, probably the type of people who smoke a pipe and sew leather patches on their jackets, and Petrov kept his head.

He knew the satellite had been reported as suspect and decided to hold off on informing the high command. Then a second missile launch was picked up, and shortly after another, and another and another. Petrov knew that if he waited until he could confirm the launches with ground radar it would be too late for his country and the Yankees would win the Cold War.

Thankfully for us he thought before acting. He reasoned that it was illogical for a surprise attack to launched missiles one after the other – instead you’d launch everything you had and hope to wipe out the enemy before they reacted. He left the launch button alone and thankfully the missiles proved to be ghosts.

Myself and millions other slept peacefully in our beds that night, blissfully unaware of how close we came to fiery death or a worse existence than we could imagine if we had lived. Had the missiles flown Britain would, according to government war plan projections, currently be at a medieval level of technology in most places, having lost 90 per cent of its population.

Petrov was gently reprimanded and now lives modestly in the scientific community of Fryazino in Russia. He was honoured this year in a ceremony at the United Nations but take some time out today and say your private thanks to the man who saved the world.

Thanks K IV. I had heard rumers of this but never knew the story.

So here's a toast... To a man who believed in what he was doing, took pride in his work, and was dedicated to his cause. A man who knew his job, took resposibility for what he did, and stayrd cool in the face of disaster. Colonel Stanislav Yefgrafovich Petrov, the man who saved the world we salute you.

[joel the ornery]

Oh, Joel, have you asked for a raise yet? No really, you need to.

nah, i'm going to focus efforts on the studio, getting my place put together (did the kitchen last night, i can actually cook food in it), flirting with women (going polyamorous or alone, i don't care), the occasional beer and smoke.

And fuck you.............how's that for graceful elegance!

shucks, you sweet talker you, i know you were smiling when you typed that.

[Jewel***]

how could you tell?

[joel the ornery]

i am a good judge of character.

besides, i need a reason to visit the east coast.

[Box Burner]

Good morning. Time for some coffee. hahahaha!

[helitack]

I will be out turning wrenches since it's easier to do when it's cool outside.

[theCryptofishist]

Now, now Joel...be nice. These are your nieces friends after all. You need to send someone else on this mission.

Unless one of them likes distigueshed older men...

[theCryptofishist]

- his ass needs to be plumped up having fallen flat over the years.

Just like aging hollywood types, I suppose

[theCryptofishist]

btw--good to be back in my real bowl.

*fishy streches out in front of her castle....Soon gentle snores are heard*

Hey! Who's snoring! I'm trying to take a nap!

[joel the ornery]

Now, now Joel...be nice. These are your nieces friends after all. You need to send someone else on this mission.

Unless one of them likes distigueshed older men...

thanks, C'fishist, Sput, i'm there to ensure my neice doesn't try and drink 21 hots and such silliness. the other young ladies are responsible for their own behavior, even if it includes me.

maybe if i wear a costume!

suggestions welcome.

[helitack]

Remember, there is a plethora of young women who dispise boys and have the total hots for men who are more like Sean Connery and Liam Neeson, yes?

[joel the ornery]

hey, i am just going to be me, and see what happens.

i get my neice home safely, mission success.

[theCryptofishist]

Now, now Joel...be nice. These are your nieces friends after all. You need to send someone else on this mission.

Unless one of them likes distigueshed older men...

thanks, C'fishist, Sput, i'm there to ensure my neice doesn't try and drink 21 hots and such silliness. the other young ladies are responsible for their own behavior, even if it includes me.

maybe if i wear a costume!

suggestions welcome.

Chaps.

[joel the ornery]

that illustrates an entirely different side of you, my dear c'fishest.

thanks, i am very amused.

[helitack]

If it was me, I'd wear my Armani knock off single breasted black suit, a tux shirt casually unbuttoned at the top with a bow tie, not tied of course, and black cowboy boots.