Have you ever had one of those days where you think you know what's going on then someone calls and says, "Hey! Where the hell are you?" and suddenly you have half an hour to completely shift everything mentally and physically and suck down prodigious amounts of coffee before you bolt out the door with your shoe laces untied and your hair observing every law of anti gravity (the socks match though!)?
Oh.
Me neither...
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Everything except the coffee.
My hair's too short to worry about gravity, and I very rarely ever have anything so urgent for that to be a problem.
But basically, yeah, pretty often.
Not because I'm so staggeringly exciting. I'm just crap at remembering what I was supposed to be doing at any given time.
Sarah - I tak eit the hurray was mostly sarcastic.
You boys are lucky in the hair department. I've been gorwing mine out, including the bangs, and I'm told I'm at the worst stage of the process. That I've been told this is indicative of how bad it looked today.
No coffee, John? God, I just don't know you anymore! Coffee keeps Jordans happy. No coffee, mass Jordan revolt with much gesticulating.
I think she was referring to John S., Sarah. :-D
He's the insane one without coffee. Me, I get twitchy if I get too much blood in my caffeine stream.
I'm not sure if my earlier comment conveyed this terribly well, but I am a witless wonder right now.
I don't drink coffee, but I do need my daily caffeine treatments. I drink Pepsi. And I had long hair once, but I'm told it doesn't work with the shape of my head, so I keep it shorter now.
Jen, I am glad you're growing yours out, and Sarah, you know I like your hair now that it flips. Not that I don't like the two of you with any kind of hair. John R., I only know you by posts, so I must reserve judgement.
Since John R. was here first, I guess it's up to me to come up with something new. I've gone by J.T. when I've gotten tired of being John or there've been too many of us.
I suggest Schramm-a-lama-a-ding-dong.
Nah. Too long. And that's what they called my in middle school (or whenever ShaNaNa was popular).
Keep going -- you get 10 points if I've never heard it, and from 1-9 points depending on how far back it goes.
Lord, Muschramm, don't throw down the gauntlet at this point in the weekend! Rude!
I think you're looking at this from the wrong point of view.
Why should one of us be penalised just 'cos we've got a cool name and everyone else hasn't?
I think everyone else should change their names *to* John. Except Jon, who's like a John only a little shorter.
It'd give us all a kind of collective identity thing, where no one could be sure exactly who everyone was. A bit like the Osmonds.
Sure, you can see it's someone with too many teeth, but which *one*, eh?
Yes.
And Jennifer is so unlike John in this regard.
raspberries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Muschramm is a variation of Shroomin Schramm, which my drinking buddies called me in 1982 when I ingested the magic vegetable had a reaction that people found very funny. But, OK, ten points for Jennifer.
Osmonds ... creepy.
Maybe we could use append titles to our names, like British John and American John, but those sound kinda like bad movie titles.
Actually, JOHN, they sound like places one ends up in after going on a pub crawl.
That would be Denny's. Or Jack in the Box. Well, Jack is another way to say John.
Yes, every drunk's favorite meal. Deep fried whatever. I'm beginning to understand the Scottish predilection.
*Nothing* explains the Scottish predilection.
I mean, who on earth deep-fries a pizza?
That's even weirder than the chocolatey ones.
I think it is safe to say that JR has issue with hot oil.
John Schramm said:
"John R., I only know you by posts, so I must reserve judgement."
Nah, with John R. judgement is quite appropriate right away. Otherwise your backlog of judgement is just too damn messy when you do eventually meet him in person, God forbid.
Also, how about Schramm and Eggs, Schramm Spade, Tucan Schramm, The Sacrificial Schramm or Wham-bam-thank-you-Schramm?
Bryon said: "Schramm and Eggs, Schramm Spade, Tucan Schramm, The Sacrificial Schramm or Wham-bam-thank-you-Schramm"
Well, let's see ... Eggs = 6th Grade; Spade = new, I like it; Toucan = 6th Grade; Sacrificial = new; Wham = various ages.
Schramm was fun to grow up with, especially with John added on as in: "I ate Schramm's Ham and then had to go to the John."
Then again, you grew up with Quertermous. Not as many rhymes, but still, the kids must've wreacked havoc.
Two things:
"I think everyone else should change their names *to* John. Except Jon, who's like a John only a little shorter." Only the name is shorter......
Henh...henh henh henh....
And Everyone sing with me to the tune of Spam by monty python...
Schramm Schramm Schramm Schramm
Schramm Schramm Schramm Schramm
Schraaaaaaaaaamm lovely Schramm Schramm Schramm Schramm
......
oh yeah... I should be working on a book.
I gotta go
Jon
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