You can always challenge them to a Vale Tudo match.

Ok...so I'm about to propose a social gathering. But not just any social gathering. The kind where we all go out to dinner and then go and see a play by one of Canada's most experimental/interesting playwrights - Ronnie Burkett (and his Theatre of Marionettes). If you've never seen one of his plays, you're missing out. He's pretty much considered a must-see on the Canadian theatre circut. And in New York. So here's the details:

Friday, November 17th, 2006. Dinner at the Koutouki Taverna, a greek restaurant of deliciousness (which just happens to be across the street from the theatre) 5-5:30ish. Then the play at 8 p.m. If you're interested, call the Roxy Theatre box office at 453-2440 to reserve your ticket. This is not a last minute event - tickets will be sold out long in advance, so if you'd like to come, pick up that phone and dial! The Roxy is a general seating kind of venue, but it's also small, so there aren't really any bad seats. Ed and I will be there. You should be there as well.

For more information (such as ticket prices), visit the Roxy Theatre website at: www.theatrenetwork.ca

Also, if you plan on coming, please let me know so I can make reservations for dinner. You can do so by e-mailing me at mkupchenko@gmail.com

What a beautiful sunny day!!

"We've Never Been Stay the Course." What?!?!

Oh, and because I feel your your/you're pain, you're now free of your your/you're guilt. Sal Mubarakh!

That is the most chicken-shit thing there is.

Actually, I would argue that doing everything that you listed while posting on this (relatively open and uncontrolled) message board using an anonymous proxy makes the whole thing even more chicken-shit.

Although, until I noticed that, I was really confused by what was going on there. Thanks for further clearing it up, face.

Still, I am curious who cares enough to admonish Clark's shit-disturbing but doesn't care enough to own up to it. I mean, what the fuck are we going to do about it even if we know who you are? What do we care?

gawdamit... I used the wrong "you're". It should've been "your". That's gonna bug me.

Catching what? I don't get it. A baseball? Is that it? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?

There's something to do with baseball (I think it's a metaphor for something, but it ended up being too vague to be useful), and then there's something else about sexual-deprivation. Is this implying that Eric is a baseball-loving individual who is in need of the attention of a female counterpart? By posing as his "better half" are you suggesting that you should be his new girlfriend/boyfriend?

Sorry to break it to you, but Eric already has a girlfriend. She is a much cooler girl than you could ever hope to be. Unless you're a guy. In which case you're a faggot. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

PS: don't make personal attacks without revealing your own identity. No one can respect that. It's one thing to set people up the bomb under an anonymous pretense, but it is another thing altogether to make personal insults without having the balls to say who you are. That is the most chicken-shit thing there is.

Good luck with that. "Don't quit your gay job"*.


*I recently saw Kiss Kiss Bang Bang... that was a good line which I stole from the movie.

Ooooh! I know what my cool post is going to say!!! It says...

Just because you're tired of catching all the time doesn't mean you should lash out at everyone with your sexual frustrations. It's called communication, the building block for any vagina deprived relationship! Take control! None of this passive/aggressive bullshit, you're the one who wants to yell "Who's your Daddy?" only to hear the husky, though obviously unsatisfied whimpers of your prey! But as long as you're satisfied, who needs to worry about everyone else, right? So, next time be the one to say "Hey, it's my turn to bat!" Be assertive! Be brave!

Anways, enough of this fantasy bullshit, it's about time you warm that catcher's mit of yours up. Bend over bitch!

over the last few days, some of you actually put in some effort to post something cool. (you know who you are). thank you.
the rest of you, also know who you are, but are in denial of how much you suck.