Ok, I need some help. I was just watching "Inca Mummy Girl" again and I need to know if I have to clean my crack pipe or not. Did anyone else notice the steering wheel on Oz's zebra-striped van is on the right side of the vehicle? What's up with that? t /Not So Obsessed He Now Has To Know Everything
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evil jimi - Jan 07, 2003 4:48:25 am PST #1230 of 9843
Lurching from one disaster to the next.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jan 07, 2003 5:07:07 am PST #1231 of 9843
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
Yes- it's on the right side in some episodes, and then (either later or before) it's on the left. Several nit-picking people have picked that up.
Signed, I just read the 'flaws' lists in other people's reviews.
Angus G - Jan 07, 2003 6:11:44 am PST #1232 of 9843
Roguish Laird
So of course, I had to ask if he knew Angus. Just to see. He pointed out that Melbourne is a city of 3 million people. And I told him I just HAD to ask. Cause if he did know him? How cool would that be?
Ha! Nice try meara. Actually, when I was living in Adelaide the odds of my knowing a fellow Adelaide person of any description were pretty fair; the probability of my knowing a fellow Adelaide gay person was about 0.99.
meara - Jan 07, 2003 8:26:54 am PST #1233 of 9843
Hah! That's what I figured, Angus. Hell, I'm more likely to know "oh, I have this lesbian friend in DC, do you know Mary?" than "Oh, I know a guy who went to your college", it's really quite sad...
brenda m - Jan 07, 2003 11:19:47 am PST #1234 of 9843
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
You always feel silly asking those kinds of questions, but you really just have to sometimes....
When I was in uni, my roommate's boyfriend was got an email from someone from the Yukon saying that "he'd heard his friend Carlos was in Montreal," and did Erik know him? He didn't, (he didn't know anyone who wasn't an engineer or some other flavor of computer geek, really), but he passed the email along to my roommate, and it turned out to be someone I was in a class with. So he got reconnected with his friend (Carlos and Amahl, from the Yukon, who knew?) and I ended up becoming really good friends with Carlos. So it can happen.
meara - Jan 07, 2003 11:58:07 am PST #1235 of 9843
Heh. One time, I was sitting in a coffee shop with some friends. One, B, I went to school with (in DC)--he's from Wisconsin. One, J, I know through some gayboys. J went to a different school. And is from New Jersey.
J starts telling this story about how he had this friend freshman year, Jean, who had found out her second cousin also went to their school. She started telling J about this cousin, and suddenly, J realized the cousin was his roommate! What a coincidence!
All of a sudden, as J is telling this story, B goes "Wait, Jean Karstensen??". And J is puzzled, and says yes...not realizing he never mentioned Jean's last name...
Turns out, B went to high school with Jean's younger brothers...
Burrell - Jan 08, 2003 8:32:13 pm PST #1236 of 9843
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
So of course, I had to ask if he knew Angus. Just to see. He pointed out that Melbourne is a city of 3 million people. And I told him I just HAD to ask.
Oh yeah, you always have to ask. Because on more than one occasion, I've run into someone who knew someone. The funniest time was in Hungary. My friend & I were talking about another friend of mine who knows people all over the world, although he seems like the least likely person when you meet him. As so we're talking, and this woman (also not from Hungary, but not from the US either) overhears us and says, "excuse me, I couldn't help but overhearing, but how do you know PERSON (names my friend)?"
Holli - Jan 09, 2003 5:21:11 am PST #1237 of 9843
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore
We met a Jewish family from Owings Mill in the airport in Rome. They went to the same shul as my mom's best friend, proving that Jewish Geography can in fact be played at the international level.
Jim - Jan 09, 2003 7:26:41 am PST #1238 of 9843
Ficht nicht mit Der Raketemensch!
My favourite of these stories was when my mum and sister (who was born in Bombay), were changing planes there on a package tour, the guides gave them this whole spiel about not responding to the many touts, beggars etc they'd encounter on the way through the airport, as there are lots of people in Bombay airport who make their living rolling tourists. Cue my mother taking 5 steps into the concourse and flinging her ams around the first Indian chap who crossed her path, who just happened to be an extremely old friend of ours. Apparently the guides wee really peeved.
Nutty - Jan 09, 2003 7:43:33 am PST #1239 of 9843
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I have had this happen twice! Once with a woman I hated, on the Paris Metro, and once with a woman I liked on the Royal Mile of Edinburgh. Yay tourism?
Let us not begin the number of times I have ego-googled and found people with my last name, and curious, investigated them -- only to discover they were my first cousins.
Hey. They live in Canada. All right, we're not hte most connect-y of families.