That wasn't a minnow?
That's not even how Tom phrased it, you dipshit. You're phrasing it like that because that's what you think he meant. If he wrote it like that, I would have picked up on his intent. Even if still wouldn't have made any fucking sense. It's far more reasonable to think that he just had catchers on his mind because he was about to talk about Johnny Bench's place on Mitch's list.
Tom, will you please clear this up?
If money wasn't an issue, what would be your ideal vacation and the duration?
How disappointed were you when you barely missed the 2012 Coachella lineup thread prediction?
Favorite underrated album of the year?
Would you rather have general knowledge in many areas or be an expert in one?
Do you feel like pop music is a waste of time?
I mean, really, Tom's mention of Ozzie Smith is not entirely laughable even though he was barely above replacement as a hitter because he was the greatest fielder ever.
Mitch, have you been to Abravanel Hall? If so how often do you go and is there anything you're looking forward to? How is it that y'all get to see Florencia? Why is the USO season programmed so oddly?
Your new job is adding professional sports teams to Salt Lake City. Y'all have the Jazz and Real Salt Lake so the NBA and MLS are done. In what order do you go after NFL, NHL and MLB? What others would you go for? How long do you think it would take to collect them all?
I don't think I'm hosting a 2016 collaborative playlist.
I wrote catcher because I was thinking about the choice of Johnny Bench and then I realized i also objected to Ripken so i added that at the beginning but wrote catcher because I had catcher on the mind, but I meant shortstop. Randy has just doubled the net worth of the state of New Mexico.
Mitch, how do you think Randy feels about being inferior to a Mexican at something that doesn't involve manual labor?
Is farting manual labor?
But to answer Gunz's question: I would invite Camus, Hemingway, and Faulker for a far-reaching discussion about existentialism, writing, women, and liquor. I don't have many specific questions in mind; I would just want to be there as the conversation developed.
I don't think I've mentioned this to anyone, but I would really like to have the sensation of free falling: bungee jumping, skydiving, something along those lines. I've always wanted to do it, but I have been too afraid to try, and wouldn't know who to talk to in order to make it happen. If you're asking for something more internalized, it's probably that I am far more emotionally vulnerable than I let on. I know that sounds overly abstract, but it's hard for me to think of specific definitive secrets that I have, and not just for the sake of avoiding candor.
I'd pick "God Only Knows," as documentation of the pop song's perfection.
The Vatican. If we're not counting them, probably France, who, let's face it, has been coasting on nostalgia for a while now. As much as this analogy pains me, France is to contemporary countries what Notre Dame is to contemporary college football.
Extremely disappointed. I really want to win that next year. Already working on it!
No, I adore "low" culture, including pop and rock music. Say what you will of Leaves of Grass, or Huckleberry Finn, or Gershwin, or Pollock -- movies and pop music are America's great contribution to the world's culture.
Truth be told, I don't make it to the Symphony often because I am something of a philistine. I've never developed an ear for orchestral music or the opera, and my breadth of knowledge with the "high" arts is largely confined to the cinema and drama, art, and literature produced after the 1850s. Honestly, I haven't even done sufficient cultural homework on jazz, blues, classic Americana, and all of the other antecedents of rock and roll.
I doubt there's interest for the NHL. We would need a real population boom to get the NFL or MLB. I don't think MLB is going to expand again, ever. Outside of the coasts, baseball is something of a dying sport culturally. I've lived here for a number of years, and like a lot of red state America, we're just not a baseball town. The Angels AAA affiliate never sells out. The NFL would be intriguing because, well, what city doesn't want the NFL? It is the national sport, and SLC is a market that could legitimately sustain interest in a new team because we really don't have an established loyalty elsewhere: the Broncos are the closest thing to a "local" team, and they even advertise here, but I don't sense we're really a Broncos market. There are a lot of Niners fans from regional allegiance to Steve Young. After that, you get a smattering of Seattle fans or Arizona fans, and a lot of Cowboys fans, simply because they're everywhere. Locals care more about the Utes and the Cougars than any NFL team, but that could easily change if there were a local team. But let's face reality: LA doesn't even have an NFL team, and we're waaaaaay down the list after that. So if the NFL ever came here, we're talking 20 years easily, depending on the Wasatch front developing into a population corridor that rivals Phoenix or Denver. Who knows, maybe: we have the highest birth rate in the country.
SLC really is the classic old-school, small market, family-owned NBA town. We have some growing up to do before we move up to the next level.
Boxers, Briefs, or Commando?
So you mentioned that because of your upbringing you waited until you were 22 to lose your virginity. What is the specific story on how that happened? For your first time was it everything you hoped it was going to be? How awkward was it the next morning?
Also you've had a very entertaining week, good job!
my name is the walrus i dont really get on here except around coachella time..
i think daft is gonna play
i also think the board members on here are mainly douce bags...
i am typing like a 3rd grader to pis off the grammer natseez
Mitch, thanks for making this thread interesting this week. Solid go.
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[SIZE=2]April 9th - The Residents at the Regent Theater
April 23rd - Parov Stelar at Club Nokia
May 2nd - Tortoise at the Teragram Ballroom
May 6th -*Sunn O)))*at the Regent Theater
May 7th - Melvins, Melt Banana at the Troubadour
May 16th - Brötzmann/Adasiewicz/Edwards/Noble at Zebulon
ATP Iceland, July 1-3, 2016*
FYF Fest, August 27-28, 2016*/SIZE]
I was also recently a person featured in this thread. I didn't mean to offend anyone. I just feel like Mirror Noir brought more new and unexpected discussion to the table, and I appreciated that.
She was 19 at the time, but was very experienced. We worked at the same temp job over the summer, had went out a few times, and she essentially propositioned me (I think she understood that I hadn't done this before, she certainly made the whole potentially awkward process as easy as possible on me) and I accepted. I'll save the more prurient details for myself, but I will note that in retrospect, nothing particularly noteworthy or amusing happened, aside from me losing my virginity. I enjoyed it, felt no guilt the next morning, and was resolved that thenceforth, my sexual preference would be "often."
When are you gonna shut the fuck up and turn the reins over to the next assclown of the week?
Before you get out of here, please answer my go to question: What's the worst physical pain you have ever experienced? Please tell the tale.
We go through this every week. New person starts at 5pm. Right?
This question is for Mitch and whoever the new person may be:
On a scale from minute to absolute raging, how bitchy do you find Courtney to be?
1/27: Heron Oblivion @ The Chapel
1/27: Christopher Rau, Jordan @ f8
1/29: Silver Shadows, CCR Headcleaner @ Hemlock Tavern
2/4: Toy Guitar @ Thee Parkside
2/4: Jack J @ Underground SF
2/10: Optimo @ Monarch
2/11: Tom Trago @ Monarch
2/20: Cloud Nothings @ The Independent
The worst recent pain I experienced was the result of medical care for an uncontrollable nosebleed I experienced this past winter due to dryness. The docs not once, but twice, had to cauterize a wound deep inside of my nasal passage using silver nitrate. The experience was something close to having a bee sting the inside of my face and injecting the wound with buffalo wing sauce venom.