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mike: or you can explain your relation to her
ira: there is a limit on the size.
ira: i did 288
mike: lbs?
ira: we were hanging out before i went to chicago the first time
mike: 288 what?
ira: met at that party when i put all my eggs in one basket but only because it was my only egg.
ira: pixels.
mike: ahh...
mike: right.

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Submitted by the "ira" in this convo.

It's tough knowing you made someone break his own rules, but some rules are just too stupid to be kept.

Eat your heart out, Mrs Lavigne

      A few nights ago, I ended the procrastination, threw out the excuses, and took steps towards the fulfillment of a lifelong dream. While it's usually not easy to cross over that threshold--you know the one--the divider between one's wishes and goals, and tangible action geared toward the attainment of those goals, I suppose my time had come. I decided that life's too short to just let it fritter away without exploring the depths of my potential....yes folks, I *FINALLY* bought a skateboard.

  My wife doesn't always like to stay up late and party like I sometimes do, so when she went out of town this week I took advantage of the situation and hung out with some friends at the TriBeCa Grand. I never dreamed the night would end up this way though.

Maya Erdelyi-Perez

From ice sculpting at the Ice Hotel in the Arctic to staging renegade fashion shows in the Paris subway system, the life of New York born artist Maya Erdelyi-Perez is not unlike one of her own surreal animated films.  On the eve of shooting a new music video, Maya chats with me about illegal subway spectacles, collaborating with band No Surrender and Tunde Adebimpe from TV on the Radio and her upcoming exhibit this Saturday night.

Earlier today:

Me: Let me get this straight. Last month you gave me the brand name prescription.

Duane Reade: right.

Me: But this month, you can't give me brand name because a generic version just became available...

Duane Reade: ...and your doctor didn't write dispense as written...

Me: but you don't have the generic in stock, even though yesterday you said you would have it in stock.

Duane Reade: ...er, right...

Me: So you can't give me anything.

Duane Reade: Right.

Eventually they concluded they could give me a smaller dose that I could take twice as many of to tide me over for a few days until I could come back for more, and, presumably, pay again.

Surprisingly, the effects of alcohol on chicktellectuals may be the same as the effects of alcohol on the general population. Sadly for this note, no independent proof is available to confirm that the subject is, in fact a chicktellectual; however circumstantial evidence exists, as chicktellectuals tend to travel in packs. Clearly, more research is needed.

My Life With the Chicktellectuals

January 9th, 2009. Webster Hall, New York City.

It was roughly 1am (technically the morning of January 10th). I was sitting around the table shared by my favorite party girls, Six Six Sick. Tiffany and I were chatting when we watched a total stranger walk up to our table, grab our carafe of cranberry juice, turn around so as not to be seen and take a swig right from the carafe.

The mystery from part I has been solved thanks to an unholy coincidence, or perhaps the God of the internet was looking down on us! (Part I is not linked because it's all explained here!)

I am in a band called Nattahnam. We get on stage and improvise every note. We were recently mentioned in a music blog which stated that I was friends with JR Gallegher of the band the the Divorced. Let me assure you that to the best of my recollection, I have never met JR.