Journal mcgrew's Journal: Seven of Nine, or Dors Venabili? 10
A few weeks ago I went to Felber's and got a beer, and took it outside, in the back, where there's a picnic table and some lawn chairs. The weather was beautiful. Kathy was out there, and Mike and Debbie, and a few other people, including a tall, thin, attractive blonde with a nice figure and a pretty face who looked to be around my age.
I'm not normally attracted to tall women but there was something about this one. Maybe it was the reading glasses on a chain around her neck that made her look like a librarian, as I've always loved books and libraries. Or maybe it was the way she looked at me. I said Hi. "I haven't seen you around here before", I added. "I'm Steve."
"Hi, I'm Kathy" she said, and held out her hand. "I'm not in town much, I live in..."
I forgot where she said she lived, one of the little towns within fifteen miles of Springfield.
"Another Kathy!" I said. "When I say 'Kathy' how will you guys know which one I'm talking to?" I said, grinning.
"I'll be Kathy one and she can be Kathy two," blonde Kathy said.
"Huh uh," brunette Kathy retorted. "I knew him first, I'm Kathy one!"
"Kathy One" went in to get more beer for her and Debbie and I chatted with "Kathy Two" for a while. Being the nerd I am, "Kathy One" and "Kathy Two" made me think of Seven of Nine. And of course being a cyborg myself, with the device implanted in my left eye, it made sense.
Seven of Nine made me think of the actress who played it, Jeri Ryan. Thinking of Jeri Ryan now makes me think of our President Elect and how he got there.
If it wasn't for the fact that a Borg's husband was a sex maniac, Barack Obama might never have become Senator and our first black President. I wrote about it back in 2004 when Obama was running for Senate, in a K5 diary called The election is coming.
Ryan and Seven of Nine's messy divorce (and sex parties, including wanting to watch his wife have sex with other men, according to the newspapers) was a horrible scandal to the uptight Republicans, and candidate Ryan no longer was Candidate Ryan. The Republicans had no candidate. They wound up running a black ultraneocon named Alan Keyes from Maryland, who had never set foot in Illinois before yet had the gall to badmouth Hillary Clinton for running for Senate in New York, even though she'd obtained residence there.
A wag at one radio station, I don't remember which one, said "those Republicans! First they can't find Osama Bin Laden in Afganistan, then they can't find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, now they can't even find a black man in Chicago!"
Obama beat the fellow by a landslide. The rest is history.
Uh, I guess that was history, too.
But I digress. I've been broke as hell this week; it's mortgage week, and after paying the mortgage and grocery shopping at Wal Mart, I didn't even have any drinking money left, let alone Supersizeme money. I've been taking sandwiches to work and snacking on crackers and peanut butter.
Thank God for George Washington Carver, who invented the stuff.
But Linda sold some of her furniture that she's been keeping in my garage, and at least paid some of the rent she's behind on. So I had ten bucks. I figured I'd go to the Shell station and put five in the gas tank and to Felber's and put the other five in my bladder.
As I was driving down sixth street I saw Mike's Lincoln parked outside JW's, so I pulled in behind it. I hadn't seen Mike in a while.
I owe him money. But Mike's a good friend I've known almost two decades.
He was playing one of the illegal gambling machines that are in every bar in Illinois, and drinking tequila as he is wont to do. I ordered a draft beer as I always do, because I can seldom afford anything more expensive.
He is indeed not doing well; I'm paying him back next payday. He'll need it.
He bought me a couple of beers. He left, and so did I. I got the gasoline and went to Felber's. Kathy, the blonde Kathy, Kathy Two, was there. We talked, and before my beer was done she bought ME another!
I'm not used to this, folks. Usually it's me that's buying, especially with women. Seldom does a woman buy ME a drink!
I made a dinner date with her for next payday. Fingers crossed...
We got to talking about family and kids and so forth, and she's had a bit of tragedy lately. Her grandmother just died, as did the guy she'd been living with. She's staying with her mother, who she doesn't get along with.
I told her about Linda renting a room. "Do you sleep together?" she asked. I replied in the negative, she looked dubious.
"If we were sleeping together would I be collecting rent?"
As I said, she'd had some hard times and we talked about heartbeak and heartache and lost love and the story of an evening after Evil-X left when my youngest daughter caught me crying in the kitchen and asked "what's wrong, Dad?"
"My wife left me," I sobbed.
"That's nothing, my MOM" left me!"
I told Kathy "she really put me in my place with that."
"I can't cry," she said. "Never could."
Borg, or android?
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Ahh, but are you? (Score:2)
"If we were sleeping together would I be collecting rent?"
Ahh, but are you?
mmmm, beer (Score:2)
what kind of beer do they have on tap in your area that you would put it down like that?
here in alaska nearly all draft beer is Alaskan Amber, which is pretty good. In japan its ("nama" -meaning 'fresh' or 'on tap' in context) usually one of three beers (asahi, sapporo, or kirin) depending on region,
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Yeah, it did sound like an investigatory question, like she's shopping. She seems like a pretty nice woman so I hope so.
As to robots, if I could have a fully humaniform robot (especially one in which I knew its programming language) I'd never have to chase women again! I was born 100 years too soon, I'd be willing to bet (if there was a snownall's chance in hell I'd be alive to collect) that they'll have such a robot by the time I'm 100. They already have robots that are close to humaniform used in medical
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You'll pass on Old Milwaukee, Milwaukee's Best, Schlitz (they still make this?!), but will you pass on PBR? That's the true test of someone's Wisconsin beer tastes.
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I used to drink PBR when I was young and stupid (and broke, and maybe they changed the recipe since then). I don't know if they still make Schlitz, I haven't seen any in years. Their ads were truly "truth in advertising" - "when you're out of Schlitz, you're out of beer". Because if there was any other brand of beer left nobody will drink the Schlitz!
But, did you buy her a drink? (Score:2)
Richard Feynman's lesser known theorem says that if you buy a woman a drink before she has slept with you, she will never sleep with you. That's from his autobiography, _Surely You're Joking Mr. Feynman_.
Dors Venabili kind of implies some kind of mind control as well as robotic behavior, but I guess that's kind of Borgish, isn't it? If you're man enough to know who Dors Venabili is, you really ought to read Feynman's autobiography too. :-)
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She bought me a drink rather than me buying her one, so I wonder if it applies? I'm supposedly taking her to D'Arcy's next Friday, so should I refuse to let her drink with her meal ;) ?
Dors Venabili kind of implies some kind of mind control
Women never did have any trouble controlling me, but I just reread Forward the Foundation (I think it's the one, Seldon dies in the end) it's Seldon's granddaughter (and R. Daneel) that has the mind control. Dors couldn't talk him out of sending Raych into danger, or goi
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She bought me a drink rather than me buying her one, so I wonder if it applies?
If you have not bought her anything, then you're still in the clear.
I'm supposedly taking her to D'Arcy's next Friday, so should I refuse to let her drink with her meal ;) ?
It was more general than that, it's more like don't give her anything at all until after she has slept with you. Make dinner a dutch one and let her buy her own drinks. What have you got to lose?
Dr. Feinman was an interesting individual. Besides being a nobel prize winning physicist, he enjoyed hanging out in strip clubs (this was from the days when there was still a strip club in Pasadena). He certainly appeared to have better overall
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It just dawned on me that I bought Chris a drink [slashdot.org]. Not just her but her daughter as well.
There was a lot of sex later; in fact Chris fell in love with me and later bought ME lots and lots of beer. So either the Feinman principle is faulty, or I'm outside the bell curve (as I usually am).