*F* Prose and [Toronto]Con (long)
Jeff Lipton
In the White Room with Black Curtains
On Friday, November 1st, I boarded a train bound for Toronto to visit
our wunnerful Michelena. I accedently took a seat in the Squaling
Baby section. This child squaled every time the train whistle blew --
which is every few minutes... Blergh. After a while, I moved out of
earshot -- and almost immediately, a woman with a baby in her arms sat
down a few seats away. Fortunately, that baby slept through the
entire journey.
Don't Search My Bags If You Please, Mr Customs Man
At the border, Canadian customs agents came aboard to look for anyone
importing red salamanders^W^Wfruits or nuts (oh -- same thing) into
the Maple Leaf state (wait, they haven't announced that yet, have
they). I must look like a smuggler, because they searched EveryThing!
My luggage, my cloth bag -- they looked at every card in my wallet!!!!
Finally, they gave in -- and I smuggled myself into The Great White
North.
I Ran Into Such a Sad Time At the Station
I made into to the Toronto station at 11:30pm -- and realized there
was a problem. I had told Michelena (based on the info Amtrak had
given me) that I would arrive at 10:30. Like the Merrie Foole that I
am, I had left her phone number at home. Nuncle, twas a good thing
she was in the directory. I "rode the Rocket" (a good description of
the Toronto subway), and Michelena took the streetcar, and we met at
the Coxwell station.
-- no more titles --
She spotted me, and together we made it back to the RiosaDome. We
were ardently greeted by Amos, the Woofamatic. Amos is _so_ cute (and
he doesn't mind being called cute). Imagine a pooch built along the
lines of a whippet, but about the height of a dalmation. Light brown
patches over each eye and a pointy nose complete the effect.
Michelena is _very_ pretty (don't let her convince you otherwise...)
and was wunnerful to be around (very smart and very funny). We stayed
up for several hours just chatting about all sorts of things before
trundling off to sleep.
Next day, Michelena had a dental appointment (she _did_ warn me), so
we wandered a bit until she took the hot seat. After the cleaning, we
celebrated her clean teeth with a round of hot wings and drinks (a
nice local beer for her, and a delicious Cider for me). A question
arose -- do you folks in England (and elsewhere) have chicken wings in
the same manner that we in Merka and Canada do? Information is
requested!
After a leasurely snack, we called Sarah the Lurker and arranged to
meet near her place. After a short trip (the public transit in
Toronto is terrific), we arrived to be met by Sarah. (Hi Sarah!) We
nattered about a bit before heading off to an Indian restaurant.
Michelena ordered for the three of us (averaging between my request
for a spice rating of 8/10 and Sarah's desire for 5/10), getting us a
delightful meal -- far more than we could eat. Afterwards, we waddled
upstairs to a pub. It was a trifle load and I was rather sleepy, so i
mostly watched while Michelena and Sarah chatted.
They took pity on me and we wandered about downtown Toronto for a
while. Among the highlights: We spotted a collar at a lingerie shop,
which seemed rather pleasing to the ladies until I commented that it
rather resembled the type of collar used by vets to keep dogs from
biting at their sores (the funnel collar type wossname). That sort of
broke the mood. Later, at a record store, I tried to interest
Michelena and Sarah in the Butthole Surfer's latest album "Electric
Larryland" (Michelena made some comment about "midlife crisis" --
heh).
We finished the evening by exchanging e-mail with a certain crimson
amphibian^Wreptile^WZaruga. Hi RSZ!
I had an early train on Sunday, so we rushed to the station where I
amazed Michelena by getting a Harvey's burger for the train ("You're
going to eat that cold?!", she declaimed). We had time for a quick
hug, and I was on my way back home. This trip was much more peaceful,
and after a quick glance at my e-mail (Hi Reb!), I was off to bed.
All in all, I had a terrific time. I am planning to go up again somr
time in December (if Michelena will have me). If you're anywhere near
Toronto or Lansing, Mi, please join us!
Jeff
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Michelena Riosa
jhli...@voyager.net (Jeff Lipton) wrote:
> In the White Room with Black Curtains
>On Friday, November 1st, I boarded a train bound for Toronto to visit
>our wunnerful Michelena.
YM silly....
> I Ran Into Such a Sad Time At the Station
>I made into to the Toronto station at 11:30pm -- and realized there
>was a problem. I had told Michelena (based on the info Amtrak had
>given me) that I would arrive at 10:30. Like the Merrie Foole that I
>am, I had left her phone number at home. Nuncle, twas a good thing
>she was in the directory. I "rode the Rocket" (a good description of
>the Toronto subway), and Michelena took the streetcar, and we met at
>the Coxwell station.
I saw the schedule (shed-yule) We now know that all those "missing
non-existant hours" were bought by Amtrak on the cheap and put in
their timetables. What The Lipton *didn't*experience was my having
spent an hour and a half looking *obvious* in the station that was
used as the hospital-set for "Johnny Mnemonic"....
> -- no more titles --
>She spotted me, and together we made it back to the RiosaDome. We
>were ardently greeted by Amos, the Woofamatic. Amos is _so_ cute (and
>he doesn't mind being called cute). Imagine a pooch built along the
>lines of a whippet, but about the height of a dalmation. Light brown
>patches over each eye and a pointy nose complete the effect.
Think Gaspode.....It's this fact that got him sprung from the Humane
Society...
>Michelena is _very_ pretty (don't let her convince you otherwise...)
Lipton is a _good_ liar (don't let her convince you otherwise...) Or
maebe I am......This keeps you guessing...<WARNING THREAD
CONVERGENCE!!>
>and was wunnerful to be around (very smart and very funny).
Good hair...Great personality....
> We stayedup for several hours just chatting about all sorts of things before
>trundling off to sleep.
Topics: Candlemaking: Dogs that jump on yer privates. Josh Kirby, dogs
that steal grapes out of your hand. Pterry, Shedding , Afp'ers, How to
say "no" to a dog so they will listen, Dentistry, Dogs that jump up on
yer privates more than once....
>Next day, Michelena had a dental appointment (she _did_ warn me), so
>we wandered a bit until she took the hot seat. After the cleaning, we
>celebrated her clean teeth with a round of hot wings and drinks (a
>nice local beer for her, and a delicious Cider for me). A question
>arose -- do you folks in England (and elsewhere) have chicken wings in
>the same manner that we in Merka and Canada do? Information is
>requested!
In other words...we ate and gabbed. I learned about "object oriented
programming"
>After a leasurely snack, we called Sarah the Lurker and arranged to
>meet near her place. After a short trip (the public transit in
>Toronto is terrific), we arrived to be met by Sarah. (Hi Sarah!) We
>nattered about a bit before heading off to an Indian restaurant.
>Michelena ordered for the three of us (averaging between my request
>for a spice rating of 8/10 and Sarah's desire for 5/10), getting us a
>delightful meal -- far more than we could eat. Afterwards, we waddled
>upstairs to a pub. It was a trifle load and I was rather sleepy, so i
>mostly watched while Michelena and Sarah chatted.
We ate and Gabbed and the Lipton lies...he was watching hockey on the
T.V.
>They took pity on me and we wandered about downtown Toronto for a
>while.
Wandering aimlessly is a Torontocon tradition as is the Gaspode
bag....Amos has had Korean tentacles, Sezchewan Tenderloin, and Karhai
Gohst. from the three dinners...My kinda dog.
>Among the highlights: We spotted a collar at a lingerie shop,
>which seemed rather pleasing to the ladies
You misinterpreted ou laughter, laddie.
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Reb Neely
Michelena Riosa <mri...@visgen.com> wrote in article
> I saw the schedule (shed-yule) We now know that all those "missing
> non-existant hours" were bought by Amtrak on the cheap and put in
> their timetables. What The Lipton *didn't*experience was my having
> spent an hour and a half looking *obvious* in the station that was
> used as the hospital-set for "Johnny Mnemonic"....
LOL at this one, Michelena. Sorry I missed it.
> >and after a quick glance at my e-mail (Hi Reb!), I was off to bed.
>
> Hi Reb! The coffee from "Guam" will be forthcoming, somehow.
Maybe I should just wander Toronto-ward sometime. Would love to
catch you looking "obvious" if I can. Although I'd rather drive than
catch the Squalling Baby Special. And then I wouldn't have to
pronounce "schedule."
> > If you're anywhere near
> >Toronto or Lansing, Mi, please join us!
>
> Seconded. I've gone out more in the past month than I usually do in
> five weeks!
>
> Michelena.
Thirded.
Reb Neely
rsn...@sojourn.com
Michelena Riosa
"Reb Neely" <rsn...@sojourn.com> wrote:
>Maybe I should just wander Toronto-ward sometime. Would love to
>catch you looking "obvious" if I can. Although I'd rather drive than
>catch the Squalling Baby Special. And then I wouldn't have to
>pronounce "schedule."
Suuure, youre welcome to afpattend...It's becoming a habit....Physical
requirements will decide who gets the bed and who gets the couch.
You better get Jeff to describe how "hovel-like" my apt. is, for fair
warning...I call it the "mellow submarine"
Michelena
--
Michelena Riosa
mri...@visgen.com
"The complicated bits are okay,
you just keep distracting me from the simple bits."
Reb Neely
Michelena Riosa <mri...@visgen.com> wrote in article
> Suuure, youre welcome to afpattend...It's becoming a
habit....Physical
> requirements will decide who gets the bed and who gets the couch.
>
> You better get Jeff to describe how "hovel-like" my apt. is, for
fair
> warning...I call it the "mellow submarine"
No problem. I sleep on the floor and my nickname at work has been
"Cave Dweller"[1], so the submarine effect shouldn't be too hard to
take. And I'll one-up you on housekeeping any day, so don't bother
tidying. You'd have trouble at my place, since there are spots where
you can't get from here to there without long legs and a good sense
of balance. You may have the balance, but if you're as short as you
claim, you don't have the legs.... in this context only, of course!
Reb Neely
rsn...@sojourn.com
[1] As in, "Okay, who had *all* the fluorescent tubes replaced over
my desk while I was out?! Take 'em out or listen to me whine until
they burn out again!"