happy birthday to the b. mcnee!

[shando]

Congrats on not being dead yet!

[phlounderphil]

to my dear friend Bob:

I will never forget when you coached Parallelogramophonograph, and minorly freaked out about people who end scenes with "I'm sorry" or "I love you". That was a very happy moment for me.

Much love to you and your crazy style Bob McN.

Get off my lawn you pollack!

love,
-phil

[shando]

I will never forget when you coached Parallelogramophonograph, and minorly freaked out about people who end scenes with "I'm sorry" or "I love you".

He then apologized, assured you that he loved you, and went home for the evening.

[mcnichol]

Thanks everybody. I made it to 33. All's cool here.


I've had an insanely busy and, frankly, quite SHITTY past few weeks and it was so nice to see this thread last night. With all sincerity, thanks.


to Arthur: it fit perfectly! i can't believe you guessed my disease size.

[macarthur31]

Happy belated birfday from me, Vince and Howard...




...and for your birfday pleasure, an excerpt...

Vince Noir: [Vince and Howard are driving in a van. Vince holds up a cassette tape] This is the best of the sixties.
Vince Noir: [holds up another cassette] And this is the best of the seventies.
Vince Noir: [lifts a huge stack of cassettes] And this is Gary Numan.
Howard Moon: Eh, no. No way. I'm not having that. Absolutely not, I'm drawing a line on that. That's it.
Vince Noir: What? Why?
Howard Moon: I'm driving, it's my music we're having.
Vince Noir: Not Jazz!
Howard Moon: [lifts cassette] No. This my friend is Jazz Funk.
Vince Noir: Oh. The double? That's even worse!
Howard Moon: The mixture. The cerebral musicality of Jazz mixed with the visceral groove of funk.
Vince Noir: Funk?
Howard Moon: Imagine that.
Vince Noir: Funk?
Howard Moon: What a combo.
Vince Noir: Jazz' deformed cousin!