02-10-2008, 06:44 PM
As Dm was programming Greg's number in the cell, it was noted that 'glynch' would make a fine new nickname. It reminds me of the sound of stepping on a fat tadpole, or how a ninja might say Grinch. I'm just putting that out there, to see if it takes.
the glynch picked dm up at the appointed time althought did *not* don the requested kato mask and cap (the kato thong was never verified). dm was spirited to lynch manor where tq was busily baking her boobs. requested libations (guinness and nachos) were provided in copious amounts and we all watched the superbowl on the mammoth leviathan compensation hdtv, wiching we had 7-3 on a pool. amani caught several passes which provide the only real entertainment in the game, save for the end. petty did not spark a doobie, much to dm's chagrin. dinner was at cpk and it was delightful. the glynch and tq turned in quite early, leaving dm to navigate the 1000 wonderous channels of the hdtv (sadly all the good ones weren't paid for). dm got very little sleep because as soon as he surfed from one end to the other, a half hour would have gone by and it was time to start again. there was early morning dog walks and we all felt horribly for the one suffering hound, which the glynch took to the vet for an expensive "we don't know what's wrong' visit. the sound of the hound's cries were haunting. tq vanished into her cat cave to work. dm read to himself until lunch. the historic reunion of dm and 'pino was arranged by the glynch at the auspicious cheesecake factory at the galleria. it was an excellent doom lunch. the glynch then escorted dm to a fine military surplus store where he could pick up a cheap belt and entertained dm with a quick touristy view of the writer's strike. then the glynch delivered dm to the hotel next to otis for the talk. great hotel - complete with sheep in the lobby and wacky toilets. the talk went well, save a strange gaff by dm about trying to get to the nuns. attendance was light, but dm still got paid so all is good. dm south attended in all their glory, then bid dm a fond adieu. dm was left with the other speakers and another shaolin friend. we proceded to a diner and chatted until 2 am. dm had to get up the next morning at 4 to catch the plane home. not much sleep, but that's par for the course.
dm is very grateful for the southern doom hospitality. s. doom appears to be in reasonable condition, considering the scar tissue and mileage - perhaps even slightly better than to be expected at this stage of the game although it's unlikely they see themselves so.
and in the end, tq got the last laugh by tossing her cookies via mail to dm. quite the parting shot. t appreciated the cookies.
the glynch picked dm up at the appointed time althought did *not* don the requested kato mask and cap (the kato thong was never verified). dm was spirited to lynch manor where tq was busily baking her boobs. requested libations (guinness and nachos) were provided in copious amounts and we all watched the superbowl on the mammoth leviathan compensation hdtv, wiching we had 7-3 on a pool. amani caught several passes which provide the only real entertainment in the game, save for the end. petty did not spark a doobie, much to dm's chagrin. dinner was at cpk and it was delightful. the glynch and tq turned in quite early, leaving dm to navigate the 1000 wonderous channels of the hdtv (sadly all the good ones weren't paid for). dm got very little sleep because as soon as he surfed from one end to the other, a half hour would have gone by and it was time to start again. there was early morning dog walks and we all felt horribly for the one suffering hound, which the glynch took to the vet for an expensive "we don't know what's wrong' visit. the sound of the hound's cries were haunting. tq vanished into her cat cave to work. dm read to himself until lunch. the historic reunion of dm and 'pino was arranged by the glynch at the auspicious cheesecake factory at the galleria. it was an excellent doom lunch. the glynch then escorted dm to a fine military surplus store where he could pick up a cheap belt and entertained dm with a quick touristy view of the writer's strike. then the glynch delivered dm to the hotel next to otis for the talk. great hotel - complete with sheep in the lobby and wacky toilets. the talk went well, save a strange gaff by dm about trying to get to the nuns. attendance was light, but dm still got paid so all is good. dm south attended in all their glory, then bid dm a fond adieu. dm was left with the other speakers and another shaolin friend. we proceded to a diner and chatted until 2 am. dm had to get up the next morning at 4 to catch the plane home. not much sleep, but that's par for the course.
dm is very grateful for the southern doom hospitality. s. doom appears to be in reasonable condition, considering the scar tissue and mileage - perhaps even slightly better than to be expected at this stage of the game although it's unlikely they see themselves so.
and in the end, tq got the last laugh by tossing her cookies via mail to dm. quite the parting shot. t appreciated the cookies.
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