David Gessel
Ass Dialing
Or why I hate bar phones.
Ass Dialing is when you have a bar phone in your pocket, bend over, and accidentally dial either the last call or something out of your phone book.
My two best ass dialing stories:
1) I had an old qualcomm spoonphone – the early bar phone with the round end with the speaker in it. Very flat and strong. I carried it in my back pocket. I had lunch with this bodybuilder woman I flirted with and she was sitting with her panties exposed. They became a topic of conversation… a conversation my then girlfriend overhead after I ass dialed her. I wasn’t even doing anything with the woman, just flirting, but boy was that embarrassing.
2) Carolyn’s best high school friend is a gay playwright. He wrote most of the plays she did for a long time, and loves to blow straight guys. Before he moved next to the Marine base and had an infinite supply of buff “straight” guys looking for a BJ he had to search for straight guys to blow at porn theaters. One time Carolyn went to pick him up at some porn theater after he was done and ass dialed me. It’s her phone number on the caller ID but all I hear is uh uh uh oh yes oh yesss uh uh uh.
Certainly the best ass-dial I’ve ever gotten. I hate it when someone ass dials me over and over. They’re running through an airport and every time they shift their bag they ass dial again. Another friend kept ass dialing 911.
Me, I don’t ass dial any more. I stick to flip phones.
Nerds in Lucca
This past weekend there was a Comics and Games convention in Lucca. The plazas had been filled with giant tents, all packed to bursting with eager, sweaty young people with an unnatural fascination for fantasy. Some were amusing, and many people had clearly devoted a lot of their lives to their costumes, but in the end it seemed the biggest celebrity was the police Lambroghini.
It was a fun few hours walking around the tents and looking at the comics, but the best part was taking the train to Lucca from Borgo. It is only 20 minutes each way and less than $2. One walks into town through the old walls. All very picturesque and very beautiful, even when mobbed by kids in strange anime costumes.
Halloween in Borgo a Mazzano
I flew to Italy on the 31st, just in time for the big Halloween bash in Borgo. The whole town puts on the “largest Halloween celebration in Europe.” It was hard to imagine that our little town could really claim such an honor, but it seems plausible now. The town was filled with people from end to end, even late at night. There were bands in every plaza and dancing and scary costumes and fireworks below the Devil’s Bridge at midnight.
Our friend Leslie came out with Carolyn a week earlier and stayed for the party. Carolyn and she both had to leave very early the next day (Carolyn took off well before dawn to go to Sweden to do an install and I took Leslie to the Florence airport a few hours later).
The party was really enjoyable. It was very energetic and enthusiastic. It seemed everyone was having fun and people came from all over Italy to see it. We stayed out dancing until about 02:30 and walking back through the by-then less crowded streets, there were piles of trash stacked all around town. By early the next morning the whole place was clean again.
Italian Public Sculpture
It is far better than anything one finds in the states.
This well-breasted woman is one of four in Bologna.
Do Not Try To Run
You are not going to get away.
Strange weekend
We had some people over for dinner and each had their own strange brush
with law enforcement.
At the last minute we invited one of Carolyn’s friends to join us. He was
going to be an hour late or so, but planned to join us as soon as he got
his car back.
He arrived first.
One couple was coming over but we got a call from them shortly before we
expected them: they were robbed while they were out earlier in the day and
needed to figure out what was missing. In the end our friend Liisa came
over as soon as she could but her husband didn’t feel comfortable leaving
the house. Turns out it was some young kids in the neighborhood that have
been breaking into various houses in their neighborhood. They might end up
being very unhappy over their choice of targets thanks to her husband’s
connections to the OPD through his time in Iraq.
Another friend rang the door just about when he was supposed to, but
moments before his bag was stolen out of his car. He saw the house the
kids ran into and wanted to run over to get it. Knowing the gun ownership
rate in Oakland, I called the police first and they arrived in minutes and
went over with him. It turned into a huge production with various
residents covering for each other, lying, getting cuffed, police dogs…
in the end they couldn’t do anything but the OPD were really helpful and
sympathetic and professional. I was very impressed.
The last friend, the one who ended up first, he had to leave early because
he had to bail his friend out of jail in the morning.
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EAT VULVA AT THE DEN RCC
A theme?
(The Red Carpet Club in Denver)
fixing GeoIP for awstats
https://web.archive.org/web/20101102191506/http://forum.maxmind.com:80/viewtopic.php?t=27 helped, but the real key was hardcoding the database location in geoip.pm line 63: if (! $datafile) { $datafile=”GeoIP.dat”; } to if (! $datafile) { $datafile=”/path/to/GeoIP.dat”; } .