TRUCE

Team Club has mended itself and gathered Saturday night for some tasty times and
timer shots.  Some were gone before they left
some left,
on their own accord and others
kept 
their socks on and stayed. It was a delight.

Bits of the evening were dedicated to ones and zeros.

We see the Team Club in a sweet timer shot.  D.G. trying to

be gangster with a sleepy Ron Ron.  D.G. backing out of 

Ron Ron's boredom.  A.S.D. scolding Ron Ron for being sleepy. D.G

going to sleep with his socks on.  A.S.D. having one more glamour shot

before disappearing into the night. Next time we will have blender drinks and a porch of somekind.

Just A Little Thought

Does Harry Dean Stanton (pictured below) not look whole bunch like Freddy Krueger?

(By "pictured below", I mean below the baby.  It's the post about him turning 82 and how he is a fine man.  He is.  But he also looks like Krueger.  Krueger makes me think of a car horn from the 1920's.)

Back At 'Er!

That's right folks, team club is back on the street with more class fiber than a bag full of wheat! Tonight will be full of sweet memories to cherish forever, featuring the choice of the one and only (and youngest darling of the group) Ron Ron Pantalon. Although details are shrouded in secrecy like an adulterous secretary (that was a stretch...), it is known that tonight's choice is an epic film that has been a terrifying staple in 80's cinema since, well...the 80's!

Fasten your seat belts and fast-in to the living room because tonight...TONIGHT is going to change your life.

Happy 82nd, Harry Dean Stanton!

Harry Dean, we love your movies and we love your adorable, weathered face! You're the creepiest polygamist ever on Big Love, you were charming as all hell as Molly Ringwald's depressed, alcoholic father in Pretty in Pink, and don't even get me started on how you stole that scene from Keifer Sutherland in Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. You're the best! Don't ever change! What are you doing for your birthday, Harry Dean? Any plans? I bet your mariachi band has got itself a gig in some kick-ass dive bar in Hollywood. That's why you're awesome, Harry Dean. Know this: Team Club will be toasting you tonight.

The Shaming of a Shamer

TC: It's been a drag the way we've missed the last couple of weeks?

A.S.D: I know.  It's such bullshit.  Do people not care about team club? Do they not get what it's about?  These kids are really starting to piss me off.

TC: I guess everybody has just been a little busy.

A.S.D: Busy!!! Fuck busy.  Everybody is busy.  I'm busy but I don't flake out.  Busy has nothing to do with it.  It's about caring.  They don't care.  I do.

TC: Well why don't we get things back on track with a movie tomorrow.

A.S.D: Tomorrow?  No.  Tomorrow is my day off.

TC: Perfect.

A.S.D: Yeah, no.

TC: Why not?  We'll go to the Royal just two steps from where you live.

A.S.D:  I'm mostly just into smoking, shopping, eating burritos and napping on my day off.

TC: Ok, get a burrito and then walk across the street and join us at the movie.

A.S.D: What about my shopping and lounging?  

TC: You have time for that too.  It's your day off.

A.S.D: Right ... my day off ...  You see I mostly just like complaining about team club and the members.  I am not really that into participating.  But you guys have fun.  I'm gonna go smoke now.  Oh, I think that stranger wants to hear about some shoes I bought.  I'll show him my new lighter too.  Fire is cool.

TC: Ok bye.

A.S.D:  no respones

Double Shame!

Oh, Hi! My name is DG and I'm just sippin' on a coffee. I'm just sippin' on my coffee here and cancelling Team Club's meeting tomorrow like it's no big deal. I mean, it's not a big deal or anything, right? It's not like ASD had a Peckinpah, a Polanski, and a sweet Anna Faris stoner flick all rented and waiting on her coffee table. It's no big deal. Siiiiippp!

The Traitor Who Wants to Kill Team Club: A Shaming

Behold the face of a monster:



Disappointed doesn't even begin to describe how ASD, Senior Senior, and DG are feeling right now. Angry? Sure. Betrayed? Definitely. When ASD walked into her favourite neighbourhood watering hole last night, she was in high spirits. She had a smart, sexy, fun man on her arm. She had, moments earlier, eaten her first ever pickled egg. Imagine her joy, then, at discovering Ron Ron seated at a window-facing table near the front of the bar! ASD is (was) proud to have Ron Ron as a friend, and she was delighted at the opportunity to show him off to her date, to prove that she does in fact have cool friends, a life outside of books and booze. It's with a heavy heart that I explain what unfolded next.

ASD, Charming Man, and Ron Ron retired to the back patio. Some issues of a personal nature were discussed, and ASD and Charming Man lent sympathetic ears, sipping their Guinnesses and nodding reassuringly for they are basically saints. Sometimes a perfectly lovely picnic is destroyed by a sudden thunderstorm. Sometimes a delightful summer at Camp Crystal Lake is ruined by a masked psycho named Jason Voorhees. Sometimes a wicked bonding sesh is decimated by Ron Ron, who announces that he's chosen his band over The Team for the second time in three weeks. ASD wept openly on the patio. Ron Ron yelled and punched her in the eye. Charming Man broke a chair over Ron Ron's head. ASD screamed. Ron Ron fled into the night.

Team Club is carrying on as usual on Tuesday, minus the traitor who is forfeiting his turn to select, making it ASD's turn instead.