October 26, 2007

Curious George goes down the pub again. A London meetup already discussed here and set for November 24th, but a) I'm sick of searching for the old thread and would much rather search for a new thread, and b) this is my none-too-subtle way of reminding you to keep your calendars clear.

Also, c) this gives Kit time to paint something tame and bland and sell it to Adidas-hipster-posers and get some bus fare to bring his cute, sorry ass on down. (Kissy kissy!) Time and place have yet to be determined (or was it finalized?), as well as attendees. I'll leave the when and wheres up to you fine folk, as I wouldn't know a place to suggest at all. I'd prefer an evening meetup, as my acne stands out less in dim lighting.

posted by Capt. Renault 16 years ago
  • Did you already start drinking, or is "curiour" one of them new-fangled Canadian words? Also, would you stop traveling already? It's making me jealous.
  • It's Friday. I'm at work. Of course I'm drfnk.
  • This is my none-too-subtle way of telling you to go fuck yourself again.
  • Great. The party bunch is at it again. *seethes Prolly be too drunk for shout-outs, as well.
  • And thanky thanky to #1 for erasing my mistake and indulging in some small revisionist history. ALL HAIL THE 'BASHI!
  • Not sure I dare suggest anything.
  • I'll just buy a bottle of Boone's Farm and shout myself out.
  • Ha! But my comment has preserved your massive faux pas for all to see! Serves you right for going to London all the time and having meetups and shoutouts and finger sandwiches!
  • Ooh, finger sandwiches. That's a good idea for my awesome meetup in two weeks.
  • *cries*
  • We have always been at war with Eastasia.
  • I think we stay-at-homes should have shoutouts for each other and not talk to the party people. Yeah, here's a a shoutout to Lara! Awwwwah, don't cry, sweetie, we can have fun without them. Here, put on this funny party hat.
  • Captain, even if there are no others interested, I'll meet you at 7.30 p.m. on Saturday 24 November at the Museum Tavern.
  • Poifect! I think muteboy was interested too, but he's been a little quiet lately. Pleg has a real life, so he'd be excused if he can't make it.
  • I should be able to take a break from real life, Captain (haven't been to the Museum Tavern for years - wonder if they've still got a parrot?). I think Mute has been spending his time and energy on remaining in LA just recently, but I think he might be around.
  • Facebook says he's back, so he's probably just snubbing us.
  • Leg-hold trap Email baited for muteboy.
  • Wish I could make it, but won't be back in London until the following week. Have a lovely time, and someone get the Capt a vodka shot from me. And shout out or there'll be trouble.
  • Choice of ales seems decent, from what I can gather off ye olde intarwebs. No word on the vodka, though.
  • /puts on party hat /sniffles Thanks, GramMa.
  • Mute is in. He's replied to my email, so he must just be ignoring the rest of you.
  • I wonder if ThreeDayMonk would be inclined to give it another go if we promise that the Museum Tavern will not close down in the next few weeks...
  • There are one or two vodka bars near the Museum should vodkas be desired.
  • I'm ignoring all of you but GramMa anyway, so I don't care if anyone else is ignoring me.
  • Theakston Old Peculier? SOunds like the perfect drink for you lot.
  • Hi Lara!
  • Was that the wind?
  • Mmmh... Old Peculier....
  • *falls through door, pants* somebody mention vodka?
  • Heh...muteboy fell through his pants.
  • They are big pants, rocket88. I'm back, I'm in, and I haven't been ignoring you! (Not that any of you gives a flying monkey). Just been seeing about my future, if I have one. Museum Tavern - I'll see you all there. Also, vodka.
  • Get your shout-out requests in now! Post-its at the ready!
  • I would like to see my name formed by empty shot glasses: Something like this, where © represents a shot glass:  ©©©  ©©  ©©© © © © ©  ©©  ©  © ©©   ©  ©©  © ©  ©©  © ©  ©  © © Thx!
  • Empty used shot glasses. Got it.
  • shoutout plz kthxbi
  • I'm always hungry for a shoutout. I NEED PERSONAL VALIDATION, DAMMIT!
  • And cookies.
  • Hey quid, can I have shoutout at your London Mmeetup?
  • No problem, quid!
  • OK - thanks quid. I love you, big guy.
  • Right back at ya, quidster.
  • Can I have a meetup at your shoutout?
  • I want my name tattooed across Capt Renault's forehead!
  • You should have your meetup at KOKO, and let the venue be my shoutout. You people just don't plan things terribly well.
  • I want a shoutout, and it should preferably be written on someone's skin.
  • I want my shoutout written on Lara's skin.
  • I want my shoutout written on someone's kin.
  • It writes the shoutout on the skin or else it gets the_bone again.
  • I want my shoutout bitten on someone's skin. That'll jumpstart the festivities.
  • Oh and you damn well better NOT drunkdial me because that is such a horribly rude and inconsiderate thing to do. *sits by phone, waits*
  • How about someone's shin? I'll also accept my shoutout spelled out in pickled onions.
  • Monkeyfilter is basically a poor relation in a popularity war between two hipster cliques, one in London and one in Frisco, isn't it? I hate you all. But especially quid as he goes to both.
  • Koko, email me your number, so I can not drunkdial it.
  • Sycophants! One, please.
  • I really want to make some sort of joke about pete not wearing his sicko-pants, but it's just not coming to me...
  • I'll be flying to the US that morning, but will be thinking of all you sick bastards with great love.
  • Next meetup? - Moscow!
  • So at 4:45 this evening, my phone rang. Was it mom? A wrong number? Michael J. Fox wanting me to star in a remake of "Midnight Madness?" A telemarketer? Well, yes, it was a telemarketer. So I hung up. Then the phone rang again. This time, it was a drunk dude with an accent. I think he was Irish or something. And then there were these other two people, another dude with an accent and a normal-sounding guy. They were eating Greek tapas and shouting at me. Cappy said he was so drunk that he had become sober again. Quid sounded normal, so he was probably pretty pissed. Muteboy seemed perfectly coherent, but then spent several minutes emphasizing how important it is for me to let him know how the actress in a play I'll be seeing later this evening delivers a line about a purse. I mean really, really important, man, ok? Maybe you should call me from the theater and hold up the phone! At this point he was drowned out by a loud voice announcing the entrance of the Retrotastic Senior Teens for Justice, and how everyone's going to jail now because not enough drunk amirite?! At which point there was a lot of fumbling and banging. The next 20 minutes or so were a little echoey, as if someone had placed the phone in a glass, and I heard someone say "just leave him there, the Canadian Consulate will come get him in the morning". Then I believe I was treated to the sounds of the inside of an English pub mensroom, which I've never experienced before, so thanks, guys. It was a real treat hearing from you! Sorry I missed Plegmund, who I'm told left early to pursue saner and more respectable activities at home.
  • Shoutouts: Bad; Callouts: Good.
  • You bastards.
  • Click for bigger versions, but the quality is so poor it's frankly hardly worth it (that's what comes of relying on a crummy phone). Shoutouts: if we've missed anyone, let me know and I'll ask Mute to go back in his time machine and do another one...
  • Wheeee!
  • Wheeee!
  • *gasps in awe at the technological marvel* *wipes nose on sleeve*
  • Bastards
  • Nice one!
  • I love looking at happy people!
  • Best.Shoutout.EVER!!!
  • WooHoo! What fine troop of happy globe trotting monkeys. That quidnunc chap certainly gets around, doesn't he? And nice touch with the menu board in the background there, Pleggy!
  • So did anyone order the Monkeyfilter? And was it better than the sausages & mash? Very creative shoutouts. The Monster approves.
  • So, identify the people, please! And what on earth are consciousen titties?
  • It was really a very lively and entertaining evening, even before I had to go and get my train. The people, from left to right in the pictures above: quid, quid's friend whose name I forget (caption contest, anyone?); Captain Renault, quid, qfwnIf, muteboy; qfwnIf, mute, back of the Captain's head; front of the Captain's head. It is of course mute who is holding up the shoutouts. These were all from the early part of the evening: I didn't get a picture of quid's other friend whose name I forget, who arrived later. (Conscious Entities is my serious blog about consciousness - I used some space there for the pictures.)
  • You bastards.
  • qfwnif was Jen, quid's LADY FRIEND from Canada. All female Canadadanians are called Jen. Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    The noble NVV profile Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    Quiddy & Jen Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    my own personal shoutouts. Capt was quick to point out the commonality of the gender. I was drinking Mythos beer, then someone goes and orders calamari! just asking for trouble. Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    woooooo! Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    in your face, quidnunc! Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    Capt R + muteboy co-snapping Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    one babycham too many Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    "let me take you to a restaurant that has these mirrors, you can watch yourself while you are eating..." (c) 1980 The Beat (paraquote) Monkeyfilter London Meetup November 24 2007
    not from the meetup, but funny a quickr pickr post
  • "lady friend" - ? That sounds a bit ominous.
  • Not for me to judge, quid. But it was an evening of lots of fun, and it was great to catch up with the Mofi Mofos. By the way, it was very important about the woman in the play, Koko. Very important. How did she say the line, "A handbag?". I must know!
  • Cue Mr. Humphries: "Mmmmmaaaaa Haaaaannnnnnnnndbaaaaag????"
  • First, it must be noted that the part of Lady Bracknell was played by Canada's own Susan Clark, whose comic timing and delivery was impeccable. Obviously, however, there had been some contention in the wings as to how this pivotal line should be delivered, and perhaps some doubt as to Ms. Clark's ability to give the line a uniquely Canadian reading. The line was therefore delivered by Mark McKinney in a chicken suit, and a smoother transition between two actors playing essentially the same role in a single scene I have never before witnessed. To her credit, Ms. Clark deftly ad-libbed as McKinney clucked and straddled the actor playing Jack, changing the location of the handbag from a terminus to a henhouse. My gentleman friend, the other Australian quidnunc, agreed that it was the finest staging of The Importance of Being Earnest with a chicken that he'd ever seen.
  • What's wrong with a simple, "A handbag, eh?" And why was there a black and white Sean Connery impersonator at your meetup? Does he do birthday parties?
  • thanks for the shout outs. I feel extremely validated :D
  • Awww - thanks! Now I feel a tiny bit guilty about the Elton remark.
  • Classic clip
  • Some more purdy pitchers: Quid and Lady Quid. Muteboy, as his usual belligerent self. Quid up close and personal. This is how he looks when he comes in lookin' for some of daddy's sugar, and I don't have my glasses on. The Towers of Appetizers. Naturally, at a Greek restaurant, there are a lot of plates.
  • In that last picture, muteboy kinda looks like HRG from "Heroes." But with a mustache.
  • Ooh, he does, doesn't he?
  • Belligerent? Usual? His? Self? Heroes? *googles*
  • I keed, I keed. I have a much nicer photo, but I'm keeping that for my own personal use. Like a life-sized cutout.
  • profit!
  • It was really nice to meet you, captain! Hope we'll have some more beers in the future. And I look forward to seeing muteboy's band and pleggers in general.
  • Indeed, Quid! And it turns out that Sweethaven is one of Malta's biggest tourist attractions. Who knew? "Don't touch nuthin' -- you might get a venerable disease..."
  • One could go and see the largest crib on Malta, measuring in at 60 square metres, as part of Sweethaven's Christmas Presepju, if one were so inclined. Just sayin'.
  • It was really nice to meet you, captain! Hope we'll have some more beers in the future. And I look forward to seeing muteboy's band and pleggers in general.
  • *slaps quidbot upside his head*
  • Ouch. Thanks.
  • Oooh, we have a quidbot now?