The Malcom Report, August 19:

[malcom]

Hmmm. . . to think I could have waited ONE DAY and had a decent topic. Ah well. . .

This is the story of two groups. Group 1: is my friend/coworker Sarah, my friend/her beau Ian, Ian’s friend Zak, his girlie Tracy, and her friend Sophie. The last 3 are Ian’s friends from his moms house, about a 45 minute drive

Group 2 is my friend Mandi, friend Jen, and Jen’s friend Mellissa (whom I don’t know terribly well, she’s either soft spoken or has her head up her, rather nice, ass).

Our adventure begins with myself at work. Friend Mandi comes in and asks "are you going to the show," referring to the aformentioned crappy punk show. I reply that I was, and inquired if she needed a ride. She did, and I offered her one.

Skip to after work. I walk out the door and am approached by group #2. I am told by Jen "come on, I’m driving." OhhKaay. I guess this decsision has been made for me. (I prefer to drive myself anyplace).

So I get to the show, and I begin to realise that I’m the third leg here. The girls have already entered a "chick circle." The guys out there probably know what I mean. Anything I might have to say is essentially nonexistant, responses seem limited to an irritated "huh?" hmmph, thanks for the ride. <img>

Enter Group #1. I know these people, they’re friends. But aren’t you theoretically supposed to hang out with the people who drove you? It is a conumdrum.

In the end I hung out with most of group #1. I say most because the elogent, exotic Sophia (an ingoing 9th grader, who looked like a 20-something model <img> ) was feeling "tired." Evendently she’s a passive/aggressive type personality, who as a result simply doesn’t know how to have fun. Not saying I do, but I’ve got a better clue than she. I politely dropped in on group #2 from time to time, but recieved similar treatment.hmmph

Cut to end of night. Jen is driving us home. She says "now I have to drop Malcom off at the Library [where I’d stashed my car] Melissa and I are going to the coffee shop, do you want to come Mandi?" I’ll refrain from pointing out the obvious middle finger in this.

So the real question here is, should I have remained with the people who gave me a ride, or the people who would actually interact with me. What would have been "in the right"

[AGAP]

I kinda agree with BR here, you seem to be overthinking things. Seems you’re letting things happen to you versus taking an active role.

You can’t expect someone entering grade nine to have a clue about much no matter how old she looks, what is she 14 or 15..frontal lobe has a ways to go before she’s mature enuf to figure out what she wants.

You never mentioned how the show was <img>

Allison

[malcom]

Actually the 9th grader was just a shock to me. A bit of a "heeeeyyyy. . . she’s HOW old!!!) situation. Not even an issue here.

But about the show. It was a generic local punk show. The bands were playing at a park, so I could catch the local scene without having to pay money. There were basically two different bands playing: the hardcore bands and the bands who owe the Ramones part of their songwriting royalties. It was fun. The last band (who actually owed the Get Up Kids songwriting credit) had apparently just gotten wireless units, and were enjoying that fact. To bad they forgot an essential rule of playing out: MUTE BEFORE YOU TUNE!!! hahaha, it was cool though.

[buckingham rabbit]

Believe me, if you spend all your time analyzing and worrying about this shit, you will drive yourself crazy. Maybe you already have. Just go drink a fucking beer.

[FlyingCloud]

Hey Malcom, personally, I wouldn’t have the feeling to be engaged that much just because of a ride… (…and you didn’t even ask for it!)
If I get a ride by someone, yeah, I’m grateful and kind to the person, but then I would decide to walk my way if I wanted to – not feeling arrested by that person/group, especially if I didn’t know them well or like them much, or if they chose to ignore me <img> <img>

hey, deepsludge! Now, that wasn’t a good ride back home! <img> but it seems, you took it with humour <img>

[malcom]

Ah, but the Karma Police have already given me a sort of revenge. . .

A few days ago, a large group of folks were hanging out a Denny’s (believe it or not, a major hangout in these parts). Mandy and Jenna (not Jen) were driving in one car and drove into the car ahead of them (about $1000 in damages to Jenna’s car) Jen was driving by, said "is that Jenna’s car in that wreck? And then she drove into the car ahead of her! <img> <img> <img> <img>

[Javro]

1. what’s malamute.
2. what’s denny’s
3. malkie – where the fuck did you get that magazine son?
4. one week til holidays

[Long Distance Drunk]

Denny’s is a chain of sort-of diners in the US. I always used to go out with people, end up with others, and just walk home. No worries, that’s just the way it is, I guess. Ahhh good times.

[SG]

Malamutes are sled dogs,I used to know a neighbour that had 3 of them,they won races up north,very cool dogs,though Georgia is`nt a good place climate wise for them.
There`s no Denny`s around here,which is problably a good thing it sounds like,but there`s more Tim Horton Donut shops around here then anywhere else is Canada,something like 40 or more in a 20 mile radius,it keeps the cops happy I guess.

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[Carl.]

Denny’s is a funny place to hang out between 12 midnight and 4 AM.. Some strange folk hang out there..

1) I was approached by a Scientologist who asked me to take some sort of psychological test. The next day, I go to the office, and they tell me that they can help me. But I refuse to any their questions, then they tell me I am beyond hope. <img>

2) A group of friends were sittng around, and some "biker" guy there.. He intruded into our conversation many a time, exclaiming he had tourette’s syndrome.. I think his jacket also said "Bikers for Jesus".. it was along time ago..

Seriously, if you need some field research for a psych or sociology paper, Denny’s may be the best place to get subjects.

Carl.

[AGAP]

</font><blockquote><font>quote:</font><hr><font>Originally posted by Carl.:
<strong>I was approached by a Scientologist who asked me to take some sort of psychological test. The next day, I go to the office, and they tell me that they can help me. But I refuse to any their questions, then they tell me I am beyond hope. <img> </strong></font><hr></blockquote><font>Beyond hope is a great please to be, in the scientologist kind of way…quacks <img>

Allison <img>

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[malcom]

Malamute? Isn’t that that meat jelly stuff you Brit’s are always eating?

RBB summed up Denny’s pretty well. Although he forgot to mention that very few people go out to dinner at Denny’s. The only people I ever see there are very old people and teens wasting time (Denny’s are universally 24-hour resteraunts, so teens tend to waste a lot of time there)

The magazine came from the Onion. Just seemed so American.

Is it? For me school’s starting on Monday.

[Javro]

Good luck at school…

Malkie – what the fuck is meat jelly stuff that we eat? Do you mean marmite? Wouldn’t touch the stuff – think it’s some sort of yeast spread.

[AGAP]

Marmite <img> friend of mine is absolutely mad for the stuff… <img> It tastes like congealed soya sauce, or at least what I imagine soya sauce gone bad would taste like <img>

No one eats the food at denny’s in canada either, it’s pretty bland stuff. Always full at 0400 in Minneapolis though, full of drunks <img>

Allison

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