From: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org (The Rockford Files) To: rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Subject: The Rockford Files V1 #328 Reply-To: rockford-files@smoe.org Sender: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk The Rockford Files Monday, December 7 1998 Volume 01 : Number 328 Today's Filings: ----------------- Advice for Jordan $240 worth of pudding ego-stroking.. Topher Grace kissed a BOY!!! He's TAINTED!!!! my bizzare day ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 06 Dec 1998 21:11:16 +1000 From: Jodie Subject: Advice for Jordan If you like her, go for it. Age should not be a factor at all if you are like minded. Besides, stress will be a thing of the past if she gives really good massages, and with Christmas coming up, now is the time to not feel lonely. Heres hoping that Dan will have the same sort of fortune love wise if you do choose to take up the offer. If this girl is still making the offer, maybe my remedy for serenity has done some good... (I wish!) I myself must have had some inner glow happening last night - whether it was from simple 'joie de vivre', or excess alcohol consumption, but last night looked promising with a very cute guy who happens to be the brother of a friend that I met for the first time last night. The only bummer is that I could have met him a few weeks ago, but bailed on a big night in town basically just because I'm a piker. He asked me last night why I did not go, and under the table I was punching my leg in frustration!!!!!! However, thinigs went nicely during the night, and for the first time in ages spent the night sleeping next to a nice guy ... (and no, nothing untoward happened). Updates as events warrant....... Jodie ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 06 Dec 1998 06:38:58 -0800 From: exuberantly squishy Subject: $240 worth of pudding well.. the sun is rising and the last party guest went home about an hour ago. i'm still pretty verschneckered.ostly because i was too stressed out with party planning today to actually eat anything besides some Kix and some chicken mcnuggets. there was no Topher in attendance, but Puma guaranteed that he'd bring him next time. so yay. and i know that it was a good party because all the canapes are gone, all the chips are gone, even the retarded gingerbread cookies that have to ride the short bus were eaten. AND we still have a 12-pack of corona left and at least a 6 pack of heineken. so yay us. especially since our guests got real trashed and hung out real late. so i'm considering it a roaring success. especailly since there's also almost a whole bottle of vodka left. ooh, and the red and green martinis were pretty damn good. and everyone commented on how nice the place looked (we hung up christams lights and went nuts with tea lights). so ambiance. rawk. and even though it was often too loud to hear my mix tapes, they were still enjoyed by a few. so now i am going to collapes. i have to get up in 5 1/2 hours to go have tea with the girls at the Biltmore Hotel. looooooooooove yews. ~Court Sultraness of Swing "Jim Williams just went and shot somebody. Canape?" ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 06 Dec 1998 18:03:36 EST From: jaedonely@juno.com Subject: ego-stroking.. Id like to say that whenever someine from this list posts to the armchair; you can tell. The tone of the posts is lovely, intelligent. Basically Im saying, go rfers! we're wicked smart! (altho', in my deserate illness, my posts are mundane and stupid.=) ) ~Elisabeth ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 07 Dec 1998 00:21:47 -0500 From: Dan Cohen Subject: Topher Grace kissed a BOY!!! Yes, indeed he did. Here I was rolling on the floor (as he kissed Joseph Gordon-LEVITT, no less) imagining Courtney freaking out. What a great episode. What a great night of TV in general, even: 8 pm- A great episode of The Simpsons. Dig. 8:30-The aforementioned That 70's Show, which was one of the more enjoyable episodes of that series I've ever seen. Regarding the end credits and the high-five bit, does this mean Bargain Bob is also gay? If so, what sort of identity crisis does this present for Donna? Gah, that show is funny. 9- The conclusion to a surprisingly funny X-Files from last week. I don't watch it that often, but I liked the subplots (and the fat dude's wife, who was a hoot). 10 pm-R.E.M. on VH-1's Storytellers. I held my breath all hour long, but they played At My Most Beautiful. It was the last song, it rocked, and I found out that it was a direct homage to Brian Wilson's Pet Sounds phase, which I didn't catch at first when I heard the album but I immediately understood. There was a great version of Man on the Moon which I enjoyed, too. I love TV. It makes me happy. I almost regret sending out that damn survey since I've gotten about 300 replies to it from various people, but ah well...it's happening. By "it" I mean IT. As in a girl I've known for about 4 years off-and-on is now throwing hints my way and vice-versa. Problems are as follows: 1. She lives 70 miles away. We communicate by email (constantly) and the rare phone call, and I saw her for the first time since the 1996 National Spelling Bee (we sat next to each other for two days; she missed "lucifugous" in the fourth round and I had to sit next to the crazy girl with Tourette's) this summer. 2. She's apparently really religious and I'm not. This probably won't be as big of a deal, but it can be uncomfortable. 3. She's thinking about going to college next year in Syracuse, as she's graduating a year early. She really wants to go to MIT more (and she could; she's the valedictorian and such-and-such), but my presence here could be a factor in that she knows me and is closer to her family as well here. I don't want to affect this, since it shouldn't be a big deal, but all indications are that she really does like me at the very least as a good friend. I'm excited, in a way. Oh yes...I haven't gotten my PSATs back, since I've been absent so much I haven't been in homeroom (once every other day) since the Monday before Thanksgiving. I assume they're high, as I got five pieces of mail from colleges on Saturday. But one never knows. Yay! Mr. Show is on! Must watch now. - -- Dan Cohen Network Techni-whatever, Retail Flunky, Cable Modem Bee-yotch PC Solutions, Inc. Liverpool, New York http://emeraldsky.dyn.ml.org UIN:13907258 "Mr. Charles Darwin had the balls to ask..." ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 06 Dec 1998 23:28:17 -0800 From: exuberantly squishy Subject: He's TAINTED!!!! Dan Cohen wrote: > Yes, indeed he did. Here I was rolling on the floor (as he kissed > Joseph > Gordon-LEVITT, no less) imagining Courtney freaking out. okay, yes. i freak out. but it wasn't so much because he was kissing a guy. it's because he was kissing Joseph Gordon-Levitt, whom i CANNOT stand. he's a punk and was a big bastard to one of my friends. so now Topher is tainted. even if i get him for my birthday, like my friends are saying.... he's got the ick. i'm sure i'll get past it by saturday though. ~Courtney The Sultraness of Swing "I've got it on pretty good authority that I'm a dumbass." ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 07 Dec 1998 00:41:13 -0700 From: Stacy Lynn Subject: my bizzare day Ok, wanna hear me ramble? here goes nothgin. 1st of all, no one can tell me it isn't Christmas time because IT SNOWED IN TUCSON TODAY!!!!!!!!!! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT! OUT IN ARIZONA IT SNOWED!!! ok, I got that out of my system. So, yesterday I had the shitiest day of my life at work. =-( My supervisor, who I like a lot and respect, and I had a misunderstanding, and she sort of took it out on me, and yelled at me and humiliated me (thats how I felt, not necesarrily her intent) and I acted back by yelling back at her. Not really the thing I should have done, but given my state of mind at the time, and all the circumstances, it was all I could have done to maintain my sanity. Things progressed and only got worse that night before they got better. I mean, (ok, you all know I am a waitress at a health spa? ranked #1 in the world? plenty of the rich and famous go there?) all of the customers I waited on were extraordingarily wonderful. Complementing me to the supervisors, giving me a tip (guests don't give tips - all gratuity is included in their stay, so if you get a tip, you are super-special) I mean, things got worse that night with me and the supervisor. We eventually talked and figured it all out, but when I left that night, I hadn't even punched out before I started crying... I cried for a couple hours straight, and it felt really good to just get it all out. But I digress. I still felt that after the talk, it wasn't fully settled. I wanted to fully explain and have her understand why I acted the way I did. I also wanted to apologize for how I acted, because I really didn't deal with the situation in the best way that I could have. So, I felt like sick to my stomach this mprning. Towards the end of the morning, I talked to the Big Boss about what happened. And the supervisor it actually involved, and got it all sorted out, and so now its all good. But my gosh, what an amazing amount of stress it caused me. Ok, I love my job. I have to put up with a lot of shit from a lot of the policies and such, but you know what? I love my job. Besides the awesome famous people I get to meet, I have waited on some of the nicest people in the world. People who have changed my life. People who really homestly made an impact on me with the things that they said. People who restored my faith in humanity. Now, I don't mean to offend anyone when I say this, but the typical stereotype that a lot of people have towards weathy people is that they are stuck up. I have met far too many of the worlds wealthiest people, and find that nothing could be farther from the truth. Another thing I love about work is that, at any other restaurant, you get people that frequent the restaurant, sure. But most the people come in, eat, and you never see them again. At Canyon Rnach, people stay there a week. You see them bfast, lunch and dinner. For a week, as many days as you work. And them. a few months later, they come back. And you see them again, and they rememebr you and you remember them. I think that is why it is going to be so terribly hard to leave Canyon Ranch. Cuz, see, I have to. I didn't get my time off in December, time off that when I requested it off in October, I said to myself if I don't get it off, I'd rather quit than change my vacation. Odd priorities for some people, but it is the way that I set them. So, Christmas Day will be my last day. Now, I talked to the sueprvisors, and they will not hesitate to rehire me when they are hiring servers again, and as long as it is before June 25 that I am rehired, I won't even loose any benefits. I will probably get my job back. So I am not *too* worried. I'll get a new job in the meantime, but I've worked at Canyon Ranch 2 and a half years. I am really going to miss it. It will be a very sad Christmas for me indeed. If you have waded through all these stories, I am very proud of you, and thank you for listening. I just needed to get that all off my chest. Now, wanna hear a funny story? So, last night it rained. and it froze (mind you, this is ARIZONA). So, I wake up this morning to go to work. I am staying at my parents house, and so my car is in the driveway, no garage. It takes me 7 min to get to work, and I leave 10 min before I need to be there. Well, I tried to, anyway. See, my car doesn't like cold weather, and it didn't want to start. Besides, my car was completely frosted (and FROZEN!) over with frost and ice! I had no ice scraper. I frantically search for one in every one of my parents cars. I realize I am going to be late, so I call up work and tell them I'm having car trouble and will be there in a few. I search for something, ANYThing to scrape the windows, and find nothing. besides, it doesn't matter if my car is going to take 5 min to start anway. In a last ditch resort, I write out a note to my dad saying "Dad, took your car. Mine had ice on it, and I codn't find an ice scraper." hahah, I just took my dad's car to work with me all day!! I figured he wouldn't need it and probably wouldn't be mad, but you can never be too sure about thse things. When I get home, I was prepared for the worst, but thank God, my dad said it was fine. And when I went into my bed room, I saw my parents had purchased me a little gift... 2 ice-scrapers. =-) Damn, I've got cool parents. =-) ok, time to shut up and hit send now. thanks for listening. stacy I count your eyelashes, secretly, with every one I whisper I love you. I let you sleep. I know you're closed eye watching me, listening. I thought I saw a smile. --REM "At My Most Beautiful" CHECK OUT MY ALL NEW UPDATED WEBPAGE!! http://www.u.arizona.edu/~stacyf icq #7641939 ------------------------------ End of The Rockford Files V1 #328 *********************************