Does Everyone Know What Friday Is?

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Besides being Halloween, it's the first anniversary of the first posts on AAD on ilXor.com.

I don't know whether to dress up and go out and frighten small children or stay in, get pissed and jab myself with hatpins in memory of my long-lost Sue.
The old fleshwounds have healed but my heart never will...

Well...nevermind that...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AAD!

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 22:33 (twenty-two years ago)

No. No. That just isn't right. It should be:

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, AAD ON ilXor!

Barkeep! Let's have a round for all my friends, and Lynskey too!

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Wednesday, 29 October 2003 22:48 (twenty-two years ago)

A thousand pardons to the members of the audience. The bulb in the Ask A Drunk APPLAUSE sign burned out two weeks ago and until the maintenance man comes back from his cruller break, we must resort to sending Zen Clown among you, passing out these crudely-lettered notes. Don't be frightened. He means no harm by that. He is merely looking for hatpins. Once you have all settled, the cue for applause shall be when Mr. Clown drops his trousers, as he is demonstrating now.

This cherished anniversary also makes a good excuse for me to ask whether any good samaritan has possession of a reasonably complete archive of the dear departed Greenspun Ask A Drunk. That unreasoning man destroyed it down to the last jot and tittle. If an archive exists, how might I access it? Many thanks in advance... and not a penny for tribute!

― Aimless, Thursday, 30 October 2003 02:20 (twenty-two years ago)

Celeste was working her way through the google (god bless its cotton socks) caches we managed to recover after the demise of the old Greenspun AAD.

If we ask her nicely she might provide an update.

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Thursday, 30 October 2003 10:38 (twenty-two years ago)

Celeste, I fall at your beauteous, tiny feet, so tastefully accoutered with shoes of some description or other. I appeal to your far-famed, widely-beloved and award-winning sense of magnanimous and superfluous do-gooding. I implore you to take pity upon one so ill-favoured and metallic-tasting as myself. Please, may I look inside your archives? (I meant that in a good way.) Thank you.

I shall sit over here in the inglenook and cover myself with ashes now, maam.

― Aimless, Friday, 31 October 2003 04:12 (twenty-two years ago)

Celeste, ma cheri.

So many are the glorious days and rapturous nights I have spent in contemplation of your burgeoning archives, that I lose all count of them, I am bereft of all sense, and I become rapt as a chicken in the presence of a king snake. I long to caress them with my eyes, to download them into the bosom of my computer and possess them for all time. But I am shy. This is the only way I know how to ask. Your permission would make me the happiest personage or effigy on Ask A Drunk. Please, say you will!

― Aimless, Friday, 31 October 2003 17:22 (twenty-two years ago)

*drops trousers*

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Saturday, 1 November 2003 00:15 (twenty-two years ago)

*points and laughs*

― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 1 November 2003 10:30 (twenty-two years ago)

Pull your trousers up man!
Or I'll start discussing the things I do at work.

I have very little to do today, so I'll sort something out. I have all the threads saved in a horrible google cache style format, and I'm slowly working my way through them.

I'll try to get some more sorted out and get them up online this weekend.

― celeste (Celeste), Saturday, 1 November 2003 15:58 (twenty-two years ago)

O! Celeste! You have made me the happiest man on earth.

Now, if you could just offer me a hand up, my happiness would be rather less earthbound. I seem to have fallen into a ditch last evening and I'm having the devil of a time locating the direction of 'up'.

― Aimless, Saturday, 1 November 2003 18:59 (twenty-two years ago)

Are you, in actual fact, Jim?

― Matt (Matt), Sunday, 2 November 2003 01:44 (twenty-two years ago)

Other people can fall in ditches you know, at least I think they can.

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Sunday, 2 November 2003 03:12 (twenty-two years ago)

I've done it. One fine day as a kid I slid down an embankment full of nettles into a ditch and it was only the oversized space helmet I was wearing that saved me from facial sting hell.

― Lynskey (Lynskey), Sunday, 2 November 2003 03:26 (twenty-two years ago)

It's odd that, because one day as a kid I would have slid into space were it not for a patch of nettles that I managed to cling on to, thus saving me from the void.

― Matt (Matt), Sunday, 2 November 2003 17:52 (twenty-two years ago)

Nettles!

When I was young I used to make extra money picking nettles and selling them to the cloistered Monks. They claimed nettles were "stimulating" so I guess they were cooking with them or something...

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 2 November 2003 23:34 (twenty-two years ago)

yeah. i didn't read the other posts, cause i'm not able to.
friday is a good day to get pissed.
that's what friday is. so is every other day of the week, providing you don't have any commitments untill the afternoon of the nezt day.

― i might be drunk but i'm still able to protect my privacy (yoush), Friday, 7 November 2003 18:20 (twenty-two years ago)

Ah, the nezting instinct.

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 7 November 2003 23:21 (twenty-two years ago)

two weeks pass...

What has happened to Jacob Beardsley anyway?

― Dante-Cubed (Sean3), Saturday, 22 November 2003 03:45 (twenty-one years ago)

Concerned with chemical and biological terrorist threats, he constructed a cocoon of duct tape and plastic.

He's a butterfly now.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Saturday, 22 November 2003 05:13 (twenty-one years ago)

But someday soon he hopes to become a beeeaaauuuutiful caterpillar.

― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 22 November 2003 12:28 (twenty-one years ago)

A reverse metamorphosis?

Some sort of Linux trick, no doubt.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Saturday, 22 November 2003 17:45 (twenty-one years ago)

Step away from the computer. Do it now.

― Matt (Matt), Sunday, 23 November 2003 03:31 (twenty-one years ago)

Embrace the Penguin.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Sunday, 23 November 2003 03:50 (twenty-one years ago)

I should have known. I thought he was in some sort of government trouble.

― Dante-Cubed (Sean3), Sunday, 23 November 2003 19:51 (twenty-one years ago)

two weeks pass...

I'm not drunk i think but TUI(Typing Under the Influence)

― Miranda James (ladyred823), Tuesday, 9 December 2003 17:20 (twenty-one years ago)

How very festive.

― Matt (Matt), Monday, 15 December 2003 14:47 (twenty-one years ago)

*drops trousers*

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Tuesday, 16 December 2003 02:35 (twenty-one years ago)

Look, mum, it's Santa!

― Lynskey (Lynskey), Tuesday, 16 December 2003 16:52 (twenty-one years ago)

And he's got his cock out!

― Matt (Matt), Wednesday, 17 December 2003 01:09 (twenty-one years ago)

Not.... his COCK!

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Wednesday, 17 December 2003 18:36 (twenty-one years ago)

Silly boys!

That's my thumb.

It's an old Indian trick.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Wednesday, 17 December 2003 19:19 (twenty-one years ago)

No......no, I'm pretty certain that's your cock.

― Matt (Matt), Friday, 19 December 2003 02:11 (twenty-one years ago)

No.....no it ain't.

― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Friday, 19 December 2003 04:25 (twenty-one years ago)

See a manicurist, NOW.

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Friday, 19 December 2003 10:18 (twenty-one years ago)

Ha-ha, COCKHANDS!

― Lynskey (Lynskey), Friday, 19 December 2003 14:22 (twenty-one years ago)

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