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curling club, @4:30 pm
our curling friend Smug Bastard: when you come back from oxford, you should come back with one of those. [pointing]
me: one of what?
him: the corvette.
me: where -- oh, there. yeah, it's a nice car.
him: it's a classic. that thing's got a twelve-cylinder engine.
me: and that's a lot?
him: it's three times as many as your car's got.
me: and more is better, is it?
him: yes, it's -- there's -- look, it's a classic corvette, okay?
(frankly, it's always like this up there. either before or after the 12-cylinder corvette, we were talking about the rather large birds of prey we could see from where we were standing. "those are some huge birds." "yep. something must be dead down there." "they've got to be, like, six feet." "six feet? is there a bird with a six-foot wingspan?"** "well, at least four and a half." [five minutes pass; this is probably where the car conversation goes] "whatever was dying over there is now dying over there [pointing to where the birds are now circling, some distance away from the first place]." "wow, yeah. or else not dying at all, 'cause it's moving pretty quickly.")*
on the way home from the movies, @12:45 am
me: so there was someone at the club, or at least in the parking lot, with, like, a corvette today, a classic. and Smug Bastard was telling me i ought to come back with one of those from oxford, and all rhapsodizing about the twelve-cylinder engine.
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datlowen: i didn't think they'd ever made a corvette with a twelve-cylinder engine.
me: it may not have been a corvette. understand that i know very little about -- the point is, he said ooh, twelve cylinders, and i said Oh, and that's a lot?
datlowen: it's three times as many as your car's got.
in his defense,datlowen did go on to explain to me why it is desirable to have more cylinders. that's not to say i'll remember it next time, but he did appear to be able to back up the statement "more is better" with more than just "will you please admit that the car is cool?".
but the fact that they both chose to answer "is twelve a lot?" with (implicitly) "you only have four" (which tells me nothing, because -a- i knew that and -b- i didn't know what it meant) is kind of ... what's the word i'm looking for ... FUCKING CREEPY.
:-D
* just for a giggle, people who know both me and Smug Bastard are invited to guess who had which lines in the Birds Of Prey conversation.
** there is. several species, in fact, and some that are even found around here.
http://www.peregrinefund.org/Explore_Raptors/vultures/turkevul.html
http://www.peregrinefund.org/Explore_Raptors/eagles/goldeagl.html
http://www.peregrinefund.org/Explore_Raptors/eagles/baldeagl.html
our curling friend Smug Bastard: when you come back from oxford, you should come back with one of those. [pointing]
me: one of what?
him: the corvette.
me: where -- oh, there. yeah, it's a nice car.
him: it's a classic. that thing's got a twelve-cylinder engine.
me: and that's a lot?
him: it's three times as many as your car's got.
me: and more is better, is it?
him: yes, it's -- there's -- look, it's a classic corvette, okay?
(frankly, it's always like this up there. either before or after the 12-cylinder corvette, we were talking about the rather large birds of prey we could see from where we were standing. "those are some huge birds." "yep. something must be dead down there." "they've got to be, like, six feet." "six feet? is there a bird with a six-foot wingspan?"** "well, at least four and a half." [five minutes pass; this is probably where the car conversation goes] "whatever was dying over there is now dying over there [pointing to where the birds are now circling, some distance away from the first place]." "wow, yeah. or else not dying at all, 'cause it's moving pretty quickly.")*
on the way home from the movies, @12:45 am
me: so there was someone at the club, or at least in the parking lot, with, like, a corvette today, a classic. and Smug Bastard was telling me i ought to come back with one of those from oxford, and all rhapsodizing about the twelve-cylinder engine.
datlowen: i didn't think they'd ever made a corvette with a twelve-cylinder engine.me: it may not have been a corvette. understand that i know very little about -- the point is, he said ooh, twelve cylinders, and i said Oh, and that's a lot?
datlowen: it's three times as many as your car's got.in his defense,
datlowen did go on to explain to me why it is desirable to have more cylinders. that's not to say i'll remember it next time, but he did appear to be able to back up the statement "more is better" with more than just "will you please admit that the car is cool?".but the fact that they both chose to answer "is twelve a lot?" with (implicitly) "you only have four" (which tells me nothing, because -a- i knew that and -b- i didn't know what it meant) is kind of ... what's the word i'm looking for ... FUCKING CREEPY.
:-D
* just for a giggle, people who know both me and Smug Bastard are invited to guess who had which lines in the Birds Of Prey conversation.
** there is. several species, in fact, and some that are even found around here.
http://www.peregrinefund.org/Explore_Raptors/vultures/turkevul.html
http://www.peregrinefund.org/Explore_Raptors/eagles/goldeagl.html
http://www.peregrinefund.org/Explore_Raptors/eagles/baldeagl.html
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Smug Bastard is MF, "go for some stuff", the one i tend to call Smug Bastard to his face. :-)
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A friend of mine had a car with three cylinders; we called it the Lawn Mower. :-)
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Spun good in the snow, tho.
Tell 'im you couldn't find any Corvettes (which are so NOT British cars) but you found a good deal on a mint Triumph TR7, and is that good? snicker
And those damn birds. You haven't lived until you've seen one of those monsters fighting with his reflection in the window off your boss's office (though, in retrospect, considering who works in that office...). Crows you can scare away by banging on the glass. You bang on the glass with one of those suckers on the other side and they just stare at you. shiver
Oh yeah?
;)