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Post by Portrait in Flesh on Aug 29, 2018 17:50:06 GMT -5
I had no idea that man was still alive.
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Aug 31, 2018 17:40:10 GMT -5
I just got a new case and the intake worker -- the one sitting in my old office -- hasn't signed his biopsychsocial history yet. That means I can go in and change it. I fixed all the errors I could find(he's one of those people who never puts a space between the parentheses and the rest of the sentence, as shown here) and sat back happily, knowing I will now be able to read it as many times as I like without being irked by a bunch of misplaced apostrophes and junk. On the bright side, he's a good speller. That saved me many keystrokes.
I also discovered that due to some sort of glitch in our fabulous new computer system, all appeal notices have instructions on them to call the supervisor of that department if the family is unhappy with any decision we make about adding or reducing their services. You remember her. The incompetent drunk who only shows up a couple of days a week and even then doesn't do anything but talk on the phone with her relatives.
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Aug 31, 2018 23:50:26 GMT -5
Freshly back from my first movie night with the local Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror Meet-up club. It was a lot of fun. They held it in a little toy, game, and collectibles shop and projected it onto a big screen. Only a day ago there were 16 people signed-up to go, but in when Friday night came, only 5 total showed. That may have been for the better, as we were able to b.s. and riff during the movies without it becoming a confusing chatter. Plus, if everyone expected had shown, it would have been kinda tight. The organizer, Jim, really knows his stuff and is fun to listen to, and we all had a fine time riffing on Troll 2 and then Frankenhooker. Took them over two years to get around to doing another one of these movie club nights, and lord knows when they'll do another, but it was fun being around folks into those sort of trash flicks.
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Post by Choconado on Sept 1, 2018 17:54:08 GMT -5
5 out of 16 seems about on par for meetups I've been to in the past.
Last night, I and some friends went to see "Everything Is Terrible: The Great Satan!" a wacky show by the internet collective group including weird costumed skits, and a plethora of fast edited film and video clips together, mostly about the insanity of religion today. Lots of psychotropic fun.
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Sept 2, 2018 0:46:15 GMT -5
Oh man. That must have been a trip. I have several of their video collages here. Insane stuff.
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Post by Deeky on Sept 3, 2018 12:10:02 GMT -5
Magic mushrooms?
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Sept 3, 2018 13:05:34 GMT -5
I'm not sure I follow, but at times viewing their stuff is a close approximation to doing hallucinogens.
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Post by Deeky on Sept 3, 2018 13:18:54 GMT -5
Choco said he was having psychotropic fun.
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Post by Choconado on Sept 4, 2018 3:42:39 GMT -5
Much like Kobb said, it's an experience in itself. Doing hallucinogens while watching is either a very very bad idea, or a very very GOOD idea.
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Sept 4, 2018 10:55:59 GMT -5
Doing hallucinogens while watching is either a very very bad idea, or a very very GOOD idea. I've genuinely wondered that while viewing their stuff.  |
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Post by Deeky on Sept 6, 2018 11:16:50 GMT -5
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Post by Mayzshon on Sept 11, 2018 17:35:05 GMT -5
Hanging in a store window in downtown Asheboro  |
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Sept 12, 2018 1:29:06 GMT -5
What a weird planter. And I've heard of people having "doll eyes", but Mayz literally has a doll where his eye should be.
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Sept 15, 2018 12:02:53 GMT -5
There's a "vampire ball" happening tonight at a little after hours bar located in the Days Inn. I like the irony of that.
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Sept 16, 2018 0:20:00 GMT -5
Freshly back from my first movie night with the local Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Horror Meet-up club. It was a lot of fun. They held it in a little toy, game, and collectibles shop and projected it onto a big screen. Only a day ago there were 16 people signed-up to go, but in when Friday night came, only 5 total showed. That may have been for the better, as we were able to b.s. and riff during the movies without it becoming a confusing chatter. Plus, if everyone expected had shown, it would have been kinda tight. The organizer, Jim, really knows his stuff and is fun to listen to, and we all had a fine time riffing on Troll 2 and then Frankenhooker. Took them over two years to get around to doing another one of these movie club nights, and lord knows when they'll do another, but it was fun being around folks into those sort of trash flicks. Went to my second of these movie meetups earlier. Twice the people, held in the house of the host this time. Just as much fun, though. Lots of nice and cool people, cracking wise on Godzilla vs. Megalon (1973) and then Moontrap (1989). Not that far from me, either. He hopes to do these every couple of weeks. I can't do most Saturdays, but I'll for-sure try to be at the Friday ones. |
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Sept 17, 2018 0:51:08 GMT -5
I have no idea who they are, but this oddball will leave these long, rambling posts on our local Craigslist (Rants & Raves section) every few months, then vanish again. They're always these tongue-in-cheek local gossip sorts of poetry, and I adore them for it.
Here's their latest:
Oscar Poindexter (Pensacola)
Theres some strange man going door to door selling Appalacian Pillow Cases.
He calls himself Mexican Adolph and he's got some hidden agenda.Last week, my neighbor Carl Phillips said he caught him rummaging through his compost pile. Mexican Adolph told him that sometimes compost can ignite from the build up of methane gas and he was just looking out for Carl and his family. Just seemed strange to me. About two days ago, I seen that guy talking to Clyde Barstrow on the side of the road. Everyone thats anyone knows you never talk to Clyde unless your wearing a cup. But there they were talking away and I even seen Clyde give that guy one of his treasured musket balls. Now if that isn't strange I dont know what is. Leslie Kilkrease said the man showed up in the backseat of her SUV as she took her kids to school. She said the man refused to listen to anything other than country music on her radio. Alan Salter claimed that he caught that man on his roof at about 1:00 in the morning. The guy claimed to be inspecting his chimney for Syphlus Crickets. I told Alan I hadn't ever heard of one of those things but now Alan's all paranoid about getting bit by one of them crazy insects. Myrtle Lawson told me that man came into the grocery store the other day and bought two cases of barbecue sauce and fourteen cases of vasoline. Said the man told her his pig was stuck in the fence and if he couldnt get it unstuck with the vasoline then he would just use the barbeque sauce to eat it on the spot. Just strange I tell you. I called the sheriff's office to ask some questions and Deputy Linprick informed me they have a whole file on the man called Mexican Adolph. Linprick told me this guy is a Sweedish national and works part time as a ventriloquist down at Ables Car Wash. Said he claims to be part of the Apache Nation and does one hell of a Christopher Walken impersonation. Claimed he had seen him eat eleven jawbreakers in two minutes and said he is sometimes seen sunbathing on the side of Penway road. Deputy Linprick sure calmed my nerves. Now that I think about it, Maybe hes not that strange of a guy. Maybe I'll go hunt him down and take him to my cousins wedding today. I hear theres going to be all sorts of entertainment there. Sorry folks for waisting your time. Let me get back to you after I find out a little bit more. Take care, AHTB
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Sept 17, 2018 8:36:54 GMT -5
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Post by Mayzshon on Sept 23, 2018 19:17:19 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Kobb on Sept 25, 2018 13:16:27 GMT -5
Here's another of those weird monologues posted to our local Craigslist:
Best Noodle cakes this side of the Mason Dixon (& Beyond)
Yesterday as I was swimming in Martin Klendales pool I was suprised to see his mother in his kitchen cooking some of her famous noodle cakes. Now Martin had told me many a time about his mothers infamous noodle poppers or noodle cakes as I call them. There I found myself in nothing but my itty bitty banana hammock scarfing away those little bites of perfection when Martins cousin Phil Harmonic walked in. I promise you I wasn't trying to be rude but I couldn't stop eating long enough to even acknowledge his presence, in fact I felt like a big tiger protecting its kill. I was well aware of Martins mother trying to keep up with my insatiable appetite for those delicious little mounds of doughy morsels. Every time I stuffed a handful in my mouth she would drop another batch into the frying pan. She was doing her best to keep up with me as I devoured plate upon plate but she was slowly loosing the battle. Martin was getting irritated and his brother Phil was caught up in the madness of the ordeal. Phil grabbed a spatula and started whipping me across the back. I didn't care, it was as if I was taking my penitence for all the wrong I had done in my life. Poor Martins momma, she tried and tried to keep that fryer going even adding a fry daddy and an extra skillet to the mix, but it was to no avail. Martin finally called 911 and the fire department managed to hose me away from the counter. The sheriffs office hauled me off and took me for a mental evaluation that lasted 72 hours while Momma Martin was hauled off to jail. Phil ended up making an appearance on the ten o'clock news and Martin hasn't been seen anywhere since. I honestly don't know what came over me. I believe those little tasty devils of goodness have some magical property to them. Whatever the case, I need some more and quick. I'm fienning at the moment. I wonder if my buddy Jimmy Tillbens suboxen might help for this type of feeling? Be warned people, these things are good!
Momma Martins Noodle Poppers of Madness
1 oz fresh green herbs from Tim Cooks secret garden
2 eighths of a ball of Biker Dans dusty powder
3 eggs
Flour
14 Purple Mushroom Caps out of Farmer Jeds cow pasture
A handful of Nurse Stephanies discarded capsules
Sugar
2 flowering buds off a very special cactus plant
1 oz of Nutmeg
Mix all ingedients together thoroughly.
Pat into small discs (about the size of a silver dollar)
Drop into some fresh hot peanut oil
When brown remove from grease and let dry on a paper towell
Eat up, Hold on, and Hang tight.
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Post by Killer Goldfish on Sept 27, 2018 12:50:27 GMT -5
Here's another of those weird monologues posted to our local Craigslist:
Best Noodle cakes this side of the Mason Dixon (& Beyond)
Yesterday as I was swimming in Martin Klendales pool I was suprised to see his mother in his kitchen cooking some of her famous noodle cakes. Now Martin had told me many a time about his mothers infamous noodle poppers or noodle cakes as I call them. There I found myself in nothing but my itty bitty banana hammock scarfing away those little bites of perfection when Martins cousin Phil Harmonic walked in. I promise you I wasn't trying to be rude but I couldn't stop eating long enough to even acknowledge his presence, in fact I felt like a big tiger protecting its kill. I was well aware of Martins mother trying to keep up with my insatiable appetite for those delicious little mounds of doughy morsels. Every time I stuffed a handful in my mouth she would drop another batch into the frying pan. She was doing her best to keep up with me as I devoured plate upon plate but she was slowly loosing the battle. Martin was getting irritated and his brother Phil was caught up in the madness of the ordeal. Phil grabbed a spatula and started whipping me across the back. I didn't care, it was as if I was taking my penitence for all the wrong I had done in my life. Poor Martins momma, she tried and tried to keep that fryer going even adding a fry daddy and an extra skillet to the mix, but it was to no avail. Martin finally called 911 and the fire department managed to hose me away from the counter. The sheriffs office hauled me off and took me for a mental evaluation that lasted 72 hours while Momma Martin was hauled off to jail. Phil ended up making an appearance on the ten o'clock news and Martin hasn't been seen anywhere since. I honestly don't know what came over me. I believe those little tasty devils of goodness have some magical property to them. Whatever the case, I need some more and quick. I'm fienning at the moment. I wonder if my buddy Jimmy Tillbens suboxen might help for this type of feeling? Be warned people, these things are good!
Momma Martins Noodle Poppers of Madness
1 oz fresh green herbs from Tim Cooks secret garden
2 eighths of a ball of Biker Dans dusty powder
3 eggs
Flour
14 Purple Mushroom Caps out of Farmer Jeds cow pasture
A handful of Nurse Stephanies discarded capsules
Sugar
2 flowering buds off a very special cactus plant
1 oz of Nutmeg
Mix all ingedients together thoroughly.
Pat into small discs (about the size of a silver dollar)
Drop into some fresh hot peanut oil
When brown remove from grease and let dry on a paper towell
Eat up, Hold on, and Hang tight.
I was expecting a kugel recipe here. Why are they called noodle poppers? |
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