demagogue on 24/7/2011 at 22:52

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Well they make cute tiny dogs you walk in the park with them and everyone will be like "o look at that adorable hampster from the taco bell commercials" but I can't imagine they taste all that great.

The state itself is wonderful but rather sparse vegetation-wise. I can't imagine you can eat that at all! So that's why I figured you must have meant the cute dog kind, and what a strange restaurant.

Aerothorn on 25/7/2011 at 00:27

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"Hampster" is actually what you call people who attend my alma mater. No joke.

Aerothorn on 25/7/2011 at 05:38

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Recently saw a mini-car show from a first-gen Thunderbirds enthusiast group (all were 55-57 models). Beautiful little cars. Original design was killed by Robert McNamara, apparently.

Tocky on 31/7/2011 at 03:48

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Okay fuck I give. I don't get it. I like the story, random as it is, but I don't see what it pertains to. If it IS a random memory then that's perfectly cool and I can relate on a number of levels. I didn't put Cylons together but I did all the Aurora monster models except Phantom as well as every Revelle tank and several warships of the HMS lots O' cannon variety. Also I knew folks that sold the ganja and owned shit like a 66 GTO convertable but that was later after the innocence of model days had long been abandoned. In retrospect I cherish those halcyon days with a reverence I absolutely cannot convince myself is undeserved no matter the understanding of time fog. It WAS the absolute best of times in all ways ever and I pity with a never again will it be knowledge that those who came after will never get to know what they missed in the freedom and hope and fantastical experimentation of boundries that we knew would end in a neverending climax of grand proportions of ultimate win for all mankind. We had landed on the fucking moon motherfuckers.

I remember Rusty, he of the 66 GTO and his long hair like a one step removed barbarian awaiting the world to fall back into an age where it is normal to pick up a battle axe. Except of course all he ever picked up was an orange bong with a bulbous bowl I was later to recognize in the look what we have captured case of the police station when I went to report a hit and run on my car that happened while I watched some forgetable movie with my wife and daughter. We laughed and I even told the cop on duty I recognized it which likely did not further my cause in finding the ass who dented my fender.

We even met once at Rustys, the wife and I. I remember it in that way of not having any incling of importence you get before the universe ties it's threads together. I was with my high school break my heart wild child steady and she with her seriously needs his ass beat first husband. Not a clue as to how life would lead us to each other. We had some major preconceptions of each other that were as false as they were steadfast. Who knew? Now we have had a life together and I work with Rustys son who used to run up and kick me in the shin as soon as I came in the door. You absolutely cannot defeat or devine the universe.

And you know what? It DOES unfold as it should. I'm sitting here with a glass of wine and I'm feeling fine. I'm old. 50 now as of recent when my family surprised me with a steak dinner. My kids are both happily married and I worry about them less and the impact an old reprobate like me would have on them. They are great and I'm blessed, some cosmic Forest Gump feather landed on me undeserved and I'm not going to question it. And if Rusty should stop by with a bong well I might just gurgle a bit for old times.

Meantime if anybody wants to hear about the time I got raided because narcs thought I might be "Red" whose name was on a mailbox down the road in front of another house and even though I'm black haired and when they had shown thier flashlights in my bedroom window they surely knew that because who the hell dyes thier pubic hair (I used to sleep in the nude) then I'm afraid it will have to wait. I enjoyed your story though GBM.