THE FLOOR: First Quarter Machinations

SAVE THIS HOUSE
Date: 2005/10/17 06:59
By: deplancher
So I sit and spin on my little blonde oak chair. It squeaks a little but it's alright, I will pretend that it is the music that I don't hear in this place of... No, I will not say it. The fire is out now and so we see through the haze of smoke what remains... Doomey, you have seen mon petit chat this morning? You have seen Rimbaud? He was sitting in the window when we saw the smoke. Ah, there he is...venez mon cher! ...My files are sooty but they too are saved. How would I explain to the Venture Capitalists if they'd gone to ash? ...So, what is this? Immediately, I am drawn into the darkness that is this plot and wanting to press myself against the damp tunnel and follow the protagonist--whose name I dare not speak-- who slithers like a snake toward the opening at the other side where three shadows await... What is that light above your head, Doomey? Is it a candle burning in the porthole? You are waiting for him to come back then, that man with the file folders in his case? Maybe he will bring a little espresso too...and some incense so we can mask the stink in this dancing place with the uneven Floor... Come, give me my beret. And another cigarette.

By: doomey
yes, the fire. oh, the horrah! the horrah! it was terrible, was it not? i had to throw my long coat - with me in it - over my Cherry wood to save it from the flame... so, yer kitty's name is rimbaud? cute little tike. looked him square in the eye and told him to keep his claws off my Cherry. me thinks we have an understanding, rimbaud and i. i like him, he's of a noble line... and, DeP, that's no candle in my porthole. that's a [bleep!] in my [bleep!]. perhaps you should have your eyes checked... and yes, please, for the love of christ, let's fill this place with the sweet funk off the tips of our cigarettes! smoke 'em if you got 'em!

By: DeP
Rimbaud is digging, digging frantically in the box beside my desk. Non! it is not the litter box, vous idiot! It is my incoming, my Venture Capital next to be sifted through in search of the shiney bright cap that I know is in there... He is so restless here with all the windows closed and the lights so dim. Tomorrow, I'm bringing a bouquet of white lilies to put on that saggy old table in the corner to contrast that wallpaper. Is that part of John Travolta poster? Do you have a suit like that one, Doomey? More importantly, can you dance? ...But I have to get Rimbaud to leave the caps alone or else they will be ripped to shreds and I will never find the plot that ends with everyone still alive! ...What is that ticking sound? Do you have a stop watch, Doomey, or is that thing to time your cup-o-soup heating up on the hotplate? I didn't know these things were still around... Here, have a carrot. It's good for your teeth and sharpens your eye. Rimbaud! Go find a ball of dust to chase and leave me to my caps and my glass of cheap red wine.

By: doomey
yes, DeP, i believe that is the remains of a saturday night fever movie poster, travolta all slick and pointy. and no, no, good god no, i cannot dance, but that does not keep me from doing it. just got to get my stroll on first, you know... you mention ticking. i've heard it too. doesn't come from my quarter, as best i can tell. maybe it's the giant mirror ball above. i think i just saw it move. where's donna summer when you need her.




RED ROVER
Date: 2005/10/25 01:42
By: deplancher
Am I the only one taking the time to read every word delivered to the door, Doomey? You are not here all day and half the night yet your lamp is on and your desk... where is it? Under that pile of rags and paper and files, who can tell what it is you do there, mon ami? ...Yet you have acquired more karma than I. Maybe it is the way you wear those sneakers without socks... My eyes burn from reading so many words, so much capital. But I don't complain because I am lost in reverie, non, not reverie...the quality of our deposit. I cannot stop... But at least you could bring me some tacos or some soup?

By: Theo Rorschalk
Another late night, Gabby? God love ya. Some day I hope to actually be able to pay you. But right now, it's all slave labor, baby. Don't worry about karma. I think Doomey just pads his own, you know. He's like that. Very in love with love, a la Madame Bovary. Forget the earth mother and all that coming around going around crap. You do good work and I'll make sure there's a 25 lb Christmas goose hanging on your mantle. Cava?

By: doomey
hey, man, theo, dude. i never touched my karma! damn it! ...oh, and, hey, Dep, here, just a sec. in my coat pocket, deep in there, baby, i got some, somewhere, aha! found them. some tacos! for you, DeP. shouldn't work so hard, jesus and his dog know i sure as shit don't work hard. and don't worry about my cherry wood desktop. like i said, i got me a system. everything's organized, sister... and, hey, DeP, where'd you get all the capital? enough to make your eyes sting? you should change the bulb in your lamp, sister, 'cause we ain't getting all that much capital. we need more, baby. we need to drown in the stuff. i got one damn statuette sitting on the corner of the cherry wood. it's the goodstuff. my investors are very interested in it, so i'm investigating its worth. i've shoved a couple other investment proposals i thought were pretty damn solid into the suction-tube thingie stapled to the wall beside my porthole. those two capital assets shot up to the Terminal, which i've heard is a lot fancier than this haunted disco. i heard they have deli plates up there. but, other than those three investment ops, i've only examined another four or so, i think. not sure. didn't interest me, so i stuffed them through the porthole. lord knows where they ended up. one was shaped like a scarab in flight, all golden and dented on one wing, so that one might have flown off somewhere, but the others i heard plunk into the rain-swollen gutters below my little round window... jesus christ, it's still raining outside. the deluge will never let up. we're frickin doomed. i'm almost out of cigarettes.

By: Theo Rorschalk
Tacos? I love fish tacos. Back in the day, me and all my surf buddies would gorge on them after a hard days carving. And, as to more capital...it's on it's way. I've got a nice long one for you, Boligard, and I don't mean the wrench in my pocket.

By: doomey
thanks. got the capital. this proposal was wrapped up funny, and it ticked, so don't blame me for hosing down my area prior to checking it out. that foam stuff that comes out of fire extinguishers is hard to wipe up, sister. luckily my cherry wood was layered with notes and pictorials and origami swans, so she wasn't harmed. but i did lose a few proposals i had sitting out. oh well. fuck them. they, if i recall correctly, did not touch the monkey anyways, so...




SICK OF PORRIDGE
Date: 2005/10/26 22:44
By: tqr
This is not a commentary on the quality of the capital pouring in from around the globe onto the Floor. It is a simple comment on the current cafeteria fare. Let the record show that,"I am sick of porridge!" Although the gummi bears are nice.

By: DeP
Yes, but I overheard Maggie placing an order for supplies and I'm sure she said something about ingredients for 'Ichabod Crane Sandwiches'! Porridge is at least made of...what is? Flakes of wheat? ...What do you think is in Ichabod Crane Sandwiches?

By: doomey
Dep, if you ever type in that font again, i swear to jesus i'm gonna pee on your cat.

By: deplancher
Forgive me my corner friend. It's just interesting to me that we should be soon eating man without head inspired sandwiches. Maybe it is to help us in our quest for finely spun capital sweaters? I will try to keep it noir and keep the mean green from your eyes. But the ichabod...I am concerned for my delicate stomach.

By: mags
OK, OK, OK, Tedz. In a hurry for some change, are you? Cracking the ol' whip, are you? I LOVE a man who takes charge. Or at least one that whines until someone ELSE takes charge... Done. Fast. Just like that.

By: tqr
I just had the curry, now I need the bathroom in a hurry. Thank you. Any chance on getting a speedball early?

By: architext
I don't know, Deplanchie, but I move that it be heretofore referred to as an Ichabod Cranewich. Or, in retrospect, perhaps a Cranwichabod.

By: doomey
i just tried the blob pudding. wasn't on the menu, it just sort of appeared on my plate when i wandered into that funky dive of a whore's mother's kitchen and sat at the tilted wet counter. the pudding might have dropped down from one of the ceiling rafters, i dunno. but it has a bite to it. snappy, zippy. i liked it.




SUBMISSION COUNTER
Date: 2005/10/20 19:15
By: tqr
Ecoute! Listen up! Number of subs so far: 22. Five days open submissions. Subs per day (watch me do some fancy math now) equals: 4.33 or thereabouts... Memo to venture capitalists: Submit!
- Management

By:doomey
memo to venture capitalists: send naked pictures in care of boligard doomey. thanks alot.

By: tqr
Memo to venture capitalists: Don't listen to Doomey in non-capital-related matters. He's one hell of a capital manager, but his other traits are, shall we say, rough. As to the current sub count: We're holding at 30.

By: doomey
i am actually a horrible capital manager, seeing as how i never use that term, find it stuffy. call myself a goddamned broker, sister. but, hey, man, to each his own. and as far as my talents as a broker go, well i pretty much suck ass. however, i am a fighter, and if, dear venture capitalist, you've a piece of capital you deem worth of investing in, and you've pulled it out of a dark place, a place filled with demons and scrached disco LPs, if the goodstuff you're bringing to our table drips of blood and sweat and piss and... well, if you've something you want someone to fight for, i am your man, sister. bring it on. ask for boligard doomey's Eyes Only, and i will fight the good fight in your name. unless what you sent me sucks. then i'll stuff it out my porthole... keep it real, you freaks

By: deplancher
Ah, the submission counter! Is this like the driver's license application counter or the counter where you turn yourself in after feeling all night the guilt for the crime you have committed while stumbling in your dark substance-influenced haze? ...I have no crime and I was not drinking on my job. It's just my eyes again. I have kept the sunglasses on too long maybe... The mirror ball spins at random without Doomey's hand on the switch and the reflection against the window in the darkness sends flecks of bright across my desk. It's distracting at least. Then I lose my place and must begin again... What is this song all about? Can't figure any lyrics out..wait, there are no lyrics here. But maybe there is bucoloic poetry beneath the plot in some of the capital. Is there punctuation? Please, when submitting your works of greatness, your capital meat for us on the mirror ball speckled Floor, it is helpful to speak English. Even if it is broken. Doomey, I have a comma. Next to that blue packet of gitanes... Rimbaud ate something bad today. Perhaps that is the smell all around you. Desole, mon ami. I will get him a bath..

By: doomey
i think theo has set up this counter for advice or somesuch. you know, like lucy in peanuts. not sure. or maybe the counter is in prep for some festival? i dunno. but it looks pretty sturdy, whatever it's for. nice... firm... grunt... there! torn the bastard loose. i figure this board will make a fine skateboard ramp leaned up against the cherry wood. now i just gotta find me a skate board. and a hammer. i need to get some air, fly a bit, upwards, and hammer down that damn mirror ball. it's freakin me out, sister!

By: deplancher
But you can borrow my skateboard, Doomey! I didn't know you were a skater like me. Come, can you do a nollie kickflip? No high pants...

By: doomey
thanks alot, DeP. very cool. and no, i cannot nollie or flip or any of that stuff. i can barely stay on this wobbly piece of... not easy skating in a long coat.




OH MY FRICKIN GOD
Date: 2005/10/29 15:46
By: doomey
hey, DeP. c'mere. check this out. i was skating around the glass panels, working up some speed so's i could launch myself off the ramp leaning against my cherry wood, and i kind of slipped, right? i think i may have broke your board, but we'll deal with that later, eh? over here, in the darkest corner of our lovely haunted disco, i fell off the board and crashed into this creepy wardrobe, cracked the mirror, busted apart one of the doors. check it out. look inside. kinda dark, i know. here, let me get a swan vista going. there. see what i'm talking about? ...a frickin goddamned stairway, inside the creepy frickin goddamned wardrobe! wonder where it leads up to. you wanna go up first? or you want me to?

Date: 2005/10/30 02:54
By: deplancher
Here, take this candle. Watch out for the glass..we don't need more blood, Doomey... Creepy, yes. How is it we didn't notice this before? I've been hanging my coat right there on that silver hook...never mind. Look up where the stairs curve off to the left side. Someone else has gone before us and not that long ago. The stairs reveal the imprint of...a very large foot. Should we leave a note for Ron? Nah. Come, I will go up first but not before I take out my knife. Yes, Doomey, I know how to defend myself but let's not talk about that now... Slowly. Let's be quiet...

Date: 2005/10/31 12:10
By: doomey
okay, that'a way. right behind you. whisper, now. keep quiet. who knows what type of criminal has lodged itself in the upper perch. if our skulls crack upon a bell, there might be bats. keep that candle lit, don't breathe overly much, now, DeP. easy does it. can you see an end to this stair? is there an upper landing in sight? christ's balls, i am terrified. feels good. stepping up this dim stairway makes me feel alive, it does. a thrill. quiet now... the haunted disco is a tall glass of water, DeP. i've a feeling we're in for one hell of a climb. hope that candle stays lit. damn, why didn't i bring a bottle with me... that'a way, DeP. one step at a time. watch the creak...

Date: 2005/10/31 12:15
By: doomey
wowser. here's a swan vista, strike it, baby. keep that candle going. move aside now, not that i'm in charge, it's just that i've a way with these things, these... narrow doors. thank hanuman we've reached the top of the stair. i don't think we've been discovered. but this door, i think there's blood on the knob. no, it's syrup. maple syrup, grade B, me thinks. all's well. i'll twist the knob, shall i? of course, i mean, what would be the point of climbing all this way to turn around, eh? forward! the damn thing is locked, DeP. oh no... i'll rap on it. why the hell not, right? not like i'll hurt anyone with a little knock knock, eh? okay. here goes.

Date: 2005/11/01 00:53
By: deplancher
But what is the smell, Doomey? Je pense it is something sweet..non, something slightly rotten maybe. Rotting sweetness? ...Press your ear to the door. Look, there are little scratches over here, near the door frame. No one is answering but I can hear some kind of music. Is it Segovia? No! It is Townes Van Zandt...'Dead Flowers' or something like this... A little hole in the door knob. I have a little pick. Shall I poke it through, Doomey? Will you go in first if I open the door to this, this whatever we have found?

Date: 2005/11/01 01:00
By: doomey
no. the hairs, on my arms, the back of my neck, good christ they are all standing erect! i can't go on. this is some sort of test. and, and, and i've failed. i am a quaking pile of pudding, dear dear DeP. you go ahead and thrust your pick into the hole, i'll have none of it. if you open the door, will the world as we know it end? will the horsemen swing their blades and slash the curtain sash? my testicles are the size of grapes! is this some sort of trick? or treat? ...i do hear sounds from the other side, DeP. a poetry reading? some sort of ritual?! oh my frickin god! we're gonna die.

Date: 2005/11/01 01:09
By: doomey
i don't think anyone is there. earlier, after i knocked, i thought i heard something, but twas 'maginary, i s'pose. i keep calling, and no twists of the lock are the result. i swear to jesus i smell a deli tray on the other side of the door. we must gain entry, DeP. we must. go ahead, thrust thine pick! ...i think your cat made those marks on the doorframe, DeP. i believe the little bugger has left its mark, and its scent to boot.

Date: 2005/11/01 01:16
By: doomey
what the hell was that?! something is dragging itself up the stairs! oh my frickin god! that smell! tis the swamp, but much worse. oh, jeez. keep it to a whisper, friend. we've little time time left. get busy with that pick, sister... great. now i'm alone up here in this goddamn stairway, and DeP has carried away the candle, leaving me in the dark, thick stuff. i've little choice but to do as the song says, eh? ...why won't this damn door open? why wouldn't DeP pick the lock? and how did she get past the creature that breathes heavy only a few steps below? i must get back to my cherry wood, investors are counting on me to find the goodstuff. but here, in the syrupy dark, i can hear the venom drip from the fang... i'll scratch at the bottom panel of the narror door. that is what i'll do.

Date: 2005/11/01 16:56
By: tqr
No need to panic, that's just my trusty wolfhound, Baskerville. "Heel, Baskerville! I said 'Heel!'"

Date: 2005/11/02 00:57
By: doomey
oh, jesus christ. are you serious, theo? you sent your dog up here after me? well, open up the damn door and let him in. the bastard sure as shit is not heeling, sister. he's got hold of my coat tail with his teeth... back off, basker! back off! i'll give you, oh, frick, give you a wing-ding of a bruise, you bitch, right upside the, i'll, whoa, now hold on, baskie baby. can't we be friends?! call off your dog, ted! oh, jesus! oh christ in heaven! help! help! he's got my, oh, mother of mickey rourke, now he's got my nutsack in his pearlies! down, boy! for the love of all that's holy, down! ick! alstefer morth.

Date: 2005/11/04 00:09
By: doomey
i got dog meat if the kitchen is low on supplies... ah, t'nice to be stepping back down on to the Floor. glass panels and mirror ball and bukowski's ghost and my bad ass cherry wood. good to be back on my turf, my home away from home, which has become home ever since the deluge ripped apart my other home. whiskey bottle is in the second drawer where it's s'posed to be. yes. tumbler, baby, bit smudged. light up a smoke. lean back and stare at the deluge outside the porthole... yeah. concerning the wicked old wardrobe and the staircase that leads up to the narrow door that will not open: to hell with all those uptown, glass-slippered, roastbeef-eating sons-a-bitches. we'll work our days down here, and we'll be damn happy about it.




OUT OF THE IN BOX, INTO THE FIRE
Date: 2005/10/16 23:20
By: doomey
yes, hello, boligard doomey here, goddamn it. the fellows of this (god help me refrain from using the strong spicy stuff) -- shall we call this a palace of business, an office of disrepute? -- the fellows of this establishment might understand my meaning when i type "if any of you homos ever leave an unmarked manila folder on my Cherry wood again... i'm gonna kill you." at which point, of course, duh, the correct response would be, "calm down, francis." however, it would seem that all the fellows of this establishment, known to me and unknown to me, have packed their bags and left. or i should hope they've packed their bags and left, because if i catch the whack-job that ERASED ALL THE STUFF I TYPED IN HERE... I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! and don't think for a second that i don't know i'm being filmed, mother. all these pixels will vanish moments after i've posted... that said, i'd like to thank theo for the capital. i dig the juice, and this stuff appears to be plump and near to bursting with tasty goodness, might be ripe or ever so slightly turned. we shall see. i have investors chewing at my backside, so i need the stuff, sister. i need the goodstuff... now, would somebody please come and pick up this damn manila? i don't want stuff left here unless i ask for it or it's clearly marked 'capital' or 'blue photo express'. i believe the folder's edge marred the oh so delicate grain of my Cherry desktop. i don't have time for office memos or whatever's inside this folder. i got my own pendulum shift going on, baby. i demand the person who dropped this off to come and pick it up immediately! keep your shit off my goddamned desk! thank you and god bless.

Date: 2005/10/17 00:44
By: doomey
horribly sorry about the manila folder quip. my head must have tip-toed away from me, my fingers, scurried. as it turns out, the folder held yet another piece of capital i was not, at the time i posted my earlier prattle, aware of. my bad. all's well in the... dicotheque... fellows of the Floor, from now on please mark all folders 'capital', if indeed it is capital held therein. i am a simple man, and oh so easily confused. as a reminder to all future venture capitalists, please make sure all capital assets, tangible and intangible, are of the proper size. we at tqr are the dreamers of the dream.

Date: 2005/10/17 05:37
By: tqr
Dearest Boligard,
It was I who erased yon posts of yore. Twas a mistake of mine, I think. Forgive! I was so beside myself with excitement at the arrival of opening day that I had it in me that all things hence should commence from that day forward, leaving nothing but fond remembrances of things past in their wake, and no hard copy evidence to corroborate. Forgive me, dear friend.
- Sincerey, TQR

Date: 2005/10/17 12:29
By: doomey
so i'm to get on that, am i? the 'lingo' thing? wasn't aware. s'pose i should earn my keep. and i oh so want to be somebody's butt monkey, so... i'll start work on the 'lingo' listings soon, i swear it 'pon rachmaninoff's grave.

Date: 2005/10/17 15:35
By: tqr
Not a problem. You've got plenty on your plate. I was just trying for a body shot.

Date: 2005/11/04 03:27
By: tqr
test test test tttt tttt tttt tt tt tt tt

Date: 2005/11/04 12:21
By: doomey
test? no one told me there was going to be a quiz. damn.




QUALITY MANUFACTURE vs. CONSUMMATE AESTHETICS
Date: 2005/11/05 14:17
By: doomey
i's just wondering which puts more [bleep] in your toilet bowl, or which packs more punch, know what i'm saying? i have found that the capital assets i am shooting up the tube to the terminal are either flawlessly manufactured, with sylish markings and strokes by the venturer capitalist herself, or unfathomably pleasing to my right-brained eye. after thinking about it i've decided i myself would rather invest in something with curves and twists that surprise me as my eye wanders over the objet trouve. solid manufacturing can be bought, and it's fine to have around the house, or, in our case, the disco, but give me style any day, sister. what say you, floor swabbies?

Date: 2005/11/07 03:28
By: tqr
Call me greedy, but I want capital that is both immaculately fashioned and able to amaze me with that mysterious surprise that is also universally known. Call me greedy.

Date: 2005/11/07 12:24
By: doomey
hello, greedy... i had one cat send me this real nice piece, a junk miniature built inside a cold medicine bottle, perfection, sister. sent it up to the terminal in hopes someone would find some investors for it. word is, there's s'posed to be talk from upstairs, the terminal, about all this stuff we're sending up. whereas my clients are semi-happy presently, my venture capitalists are chomping at the bit. when will we hear some prattle from up high, greedy?

Date: 2005/11/07 17:10
By: tqr
Well, H3K popped the Terminal's cork some time ago. So, I expect discussions to start ... some time now. Nay, I shall go so far as to say I am bullish on the prospect.

Date: 2005/11/08 12:26
By: doomey
yeah, but the miniature junk? in the medicine bottle? the capital i shot up to the terminal? i heard through the airwaves that it'd been offered up for investment at some other firm. that's bullshit, pal. how i'm i supposed to work like this? venture capitalists are thinking we here at TQR play second fiddle, sister. i am having a hard time coming to work these days, i'll tell you. i am giving that one particular piece of capital a chance, baby, i am even, by my own admission, stretching the envelope a bit, baby! goddamn, this is doing nothing for my drinking problem... i'll be back. must go downstairs and face the deluge. my bottles are all frickin' empty. stupid ass capital-spewing cry babies, driving me to madness.

Date: 2005/11/08 16:55
By: tqr
It happens, Bra. TQR doesn't like it any better than you do, but the VCs are looking to get their assets read as quick as possible, baby. So...it happens, but it's not personal, baby, it's just business. Don't go mad, go even. I don't know what that means, either.

Date: 2005/11/11 02:58
By: doomey
this is horrible. i've lost one, theo. like snagging a kickass bass and having it slip the hook, goddamn it to hell. i must go on, though, mustn't i? or should i throw in the towel? i'm i finished here at TQR? oh, christ! the mirror ball just rotated, and DeP's cat has landed on my cherry wood, aiming those cold eyes my way. forces have aligned themselves against me, theo!




BE KIND TO THIS OLD MAN
Date: 2005/10/26 07:36
By: ronraygun
Here's the deal, kids...I..uh..look...your ol' Unca Ronnie has been drinking again and he feels now is the time to make a request. Please, for the love of tetragrammaton, be kind to this old overworked and abused floor shark. Learn to write a cover letter. Seriously... That's all I'm going to say tonight because the room is starting to spin. Bad cover letters are the work of communists! Don't be caught in that trap!

Date: 2005/10/26 12:32
By: doomey
i would like to add that if you do write a lousy cover letter, please make up for it by sending along a naked picture of your sister... cheers, ray. don't mind the pretty girlie face i painted on your mug while you were passed out. it'll come clean eventually. i swear, sister! viva bukowski's ghost.

Date: 2005/10/27 05:05
By: deplancher
But, my drunken friend, you have been getting resumes and incoherent letters of introduction? And Doomey, your drawers are full. You mustn't overlust lest your judgement be scrambled.

Date: 2005/10/27 12:29
By: doomey
who let DeP into the liquor cabinet? first off, i am in a continual state of overlustness, or whatever it's called. card carrying member of MA, trying to work it out, you know, be a better person, be the best i can be and all that crap. secondly, my drawers are not full. that's why i'm asking for more nudie pics. the second drawer down on the left of the cherry word is full, sure, but there's still some room in the top drawer on the right... i smell vomit. i think buk's ghost cut its ankle on a broken bottle. there's bloody footprints around the disco floor. mysterious. think i'll go investigate.

Date: 2005/11/04 06:15
By: ronraygun
there are a few things we need to talk about, doomey. damn communist face painting....

Date: 2005/11/05 14:31
By: doomey
well then, perhaps we should talk. i dunno. why don't you start?

Date: 2005/11/12 09:05
By: tqr
Fight!!!! Will either of you gentleman be needing seconds?

Date: 2005/11/12 16:23
By: doomey
i ride solo, sister. no fight, however. see how raygun is sliding sideways there, shuffling his feet, his eyes half-lidded? he's thinking that just maybe we can't see him if he moves... real... slow. he's trying to hide himself behind that hulk of balsa and model glue he likes to call his desk... hello, 'gun! i can fucking see you, you know!

Date: 2005/11/12 21:47
By: ronraygun
I know you can see me. Good. I want you to see me. 18 months of Krav Maga, pal. That's six hours a week of me getting punched in the whiskey barrel. Never mind that this was ten years ago. But the important thing is what you don't see. You don't see how the VC are trying to engineer this little breakdown that we're having. You don't get it. You don't. The horror, the horror. I'm going up river to be free of the communists. Time to collect some ivory. As soon a I find my gin... Hey, what's this? Down on the floor here I found a nice submission package from a very smart VC. Maybe things aren't so bad.

Date: 2005/11/13 15:42
By: doomey
good christ, he stirs. who'da thunk it? ...ah, yes, the ol' battle tested israeli system of self defense, krav maga. i remember the days i learned that technique, took two whole days actually, and once in a while i use them in the ring, real sly like. as for the VCs and their shenanigans, you are a parinoid sort, aren't you, 'gun. if you try and leave this disco before the 15th, i'm gonna have to tie you to that folding tin thing you call an office chair and pull out the old Apparatus used time and again for driving men and women mad; my mini-television switched to E! we've till tuesday, my friend, to finish what we've started. find your gin and come on over to the cherry wood. i got some whole wheat pretzels and some tonic, we'll drink to our health and stuff... seriously though, you should consider upgrading your office furnishings.




HEY YOU! VENTURE CAPITALISTS
By:ronraygun
back after my recent bout with Floor Madness. It's a terrible disease. Really is. Since I'm back and feeling good, I'm going to spare you all the warm fuzzies. Warm fuzzies are a socialist trick to get you to put your guard down. No, Unca Ron Raygun will give it to ya straight. Here goes: When writing, get to the fucking point. I don't need adjectives for every little goddamned noun. Say, "It was a brick wall", not, "The brick wall was cold and imposing, each brick a masterful creation of malice and general assholery." Unless, of course that brick wall has something to do with the plot. People care about what's going on with people, not things. Fuck things! Things are bought and sold and while that certainly kicks ass, it isn't good venture capital. Get to the people doing something. Get to the "So What" of the captial and don't leave there. You can use a few words here and there to reate atmosphere but 90% of your words should be moving that plot along so that we can get inside the captial, and really feel it. Now, get out there and make some damned money!

By: doomey
warm fuzzies? oh, christ in a toilet. but, as far as your peev, yeah, sister, i agree. when i see a vase, i wanna see a damn vase, some nice investment glassware, man! i don't wanna see a veiny, purple, throbbing, dome-topped... oh wait. that's not a vase. hey, 'gun! get yer damn flowers out of theo's penis!!




KIBOSH THE KID GLOVES AND BREAK SOME TEETH
Date: 2005/10/19 12:31
By: doomey
on examination of my quarter of the venture capitalists' proposals i've come across an interesting characteristic embedded in the brushstrokes and fine print of assets in general, namely this: bullshit. we are such bullshitters, us soothsayers and craftsmen, us dreamers of the dream. with nothing close to corpus delicti in our court, we smash the ball back into the investors forecourt and we hope to hercules someone has the guts to continue play. what gives us the strength to pursue this play? how dare we rise each morning and continue this silly dance? we do know our friends and family will soon turn their backs on us, don't we? have we lost our minds? ...i've drank too much whiskey again. the cherry wood is littered with asset proposals. it's been a long night. forgive.

Date: 2005/10/19 15:04
By: deplancher
Forgive you because your portfolio is crusty with dry proposals, Doomey? Perhaps it isn't the whiskey shot that blurs your vision, only a few spelling errors and forgotten paragraph breaks. I am thinking for a moment I am working for a romance outfit but then I look out the window where the moon illuminates the rest of this warehouse district on this lonesome street of dusty windows and shadowy stairwells and I know we are suspended here while the capital piles up and somewhere within there lurks the one that's worth investing all those sticky pennies you've got in that sticky glass jar. This is where the capital resides, it's true. But what is the plot in all of this, Doomey? Is it you who makes the deposit or receives it? ...Turn on the mirror ball a moment and give me a gitane. I need to clear the air.

Date: 2005/10/19 15:39
By: tqr
Gitane? What the hell is that. Some kind of fancy cigarette or something? If you want to smoke, you must do it in the prescribed area. We don't want to set the warehouse alight. I swear, by the sound of things, all Doomey'd hafta do is breath in the vicinity of your gitane and the atmosphere in there'd explode.
- Management

Date: 2005/10/19 16:18
By: tqr
Mr. Doomey,
Drinking on the job is frowned upon in most quarters. Though, here, I encourage it. Still, moderation in all things. And stop moping will you, and find me some capital that gains, please. Caveat canum.
-The Boss

Date: 2005/10/19 21:59
By: doomey
of course, you bet'cha. but could we have, as DeP asked for earlier, a bit of mirror ball action? that thing sits up in the rafters like the blob perched up inside a car's guts. and, as far as smoking goes, i deem this entire warehouse is a goddamn smoking section! i will smoke at my desk looking out my porthole upon the tattered smokestack district we've found ourselves landed. i will smoke freely as i parade along the long walls of this dead disco (avoiding the glass panels in the middle of the Floor, of course). and i will damn well smoke any goddamn place i want to! please do not give me that no smoking policy bullcrap! ...and drinking, well, yes. we all need a crutch. got a little worked up. forgot what this thread was about. damn.

Date: 2005/10/19 23:25
By: tqr
Oh believe me, you want no part of that, as you call it, 'mirror ball action'. It's part of the machine shipped over from the penal colony that Kafka visited and wrote about... and had the gall to call 'fiction'! But back to the subject at hand, you want no part of that.

Date: 2005/10/20 12:33
By: doomey
i want no part of torture presently. this is true. but only because i am on my way out the door, good theo. i've some sparring to do. must spend some quality sweat-time on the timing bag, jump some rope. i must watch the video i have of pac man, see if i can learn something... when i return we'll get down to the nitty and the gritty concerning our proposals. i've examined about, oh, twenty thousand or so proposals, and i've some topics to talk over with you all. my damn clients are champing at my backside, and i need need need to find some juice! DeP, do not go and clean my desk while i am out, please. okay, goodnight, y'all. or is it morning? i s'pose i'll see which it is once i step outside, won't i.

Date: 2005/10/21 04:31
By: deplancher
Ok, I will stay away from your desk except for that little red and white notebook on the edge. You don't mind if I read a little, non? But how did you earn another karmic credit?

Date: 2005/11/13 19:04
By: doomey
look, check it out. i can summon up old grainy images of DeP. like she's a ghost and she dances with bukowski now. but, as to her dated reference to my karmic credit? look at me now, baby. -1000 plus. i must have done somebody wrong.




CATFIGHT IN THE MIRROR BALL
Date: 2005/11/29 13:24
By: doomey
someone must have shoved a couple runaways inside the mirror ball, sounds like two cats going at it up in there. do i have glitter on my cheek? i love a good fight, and this one seems juicy enough. something about a road to zen or somesuch. bet those VCs' have something to say about their assets getting ripped new ones by lafloor and the machine. why aren't the VCs gmailing me, DeP? must be the glitter on my cheek. i've got glitter on my cheek, don't i? if i walk around this disco all day with glitter on my cheek and no one tells me, i'm gonna be royally pissed off, sister!

Date: 2005/11/29 18:28
By: deplancher
Ok. You do have glitter on your cheek, just under the left eye but I hope you leave it there, Doomey. So there I have told you, just like a friend... You have no letters, gifts, emails from the VCs? It can only be because they have lost your address or can't find the right gift. As for me, I have received some poetry. And a small blue flashlight with a dandelion wound around it... Do you hear all the pacing from upstairs? And the shouting? We must have sent up some seriously controversial caps. Hope the roof holds.

Date: 2005/11/30 13:06
By: doomey
yes, the rafters tremble as we speak. i am headed back up into those upper shadows, i will press my check up to the mirror ball and try and hear what is being said up there. i will report asap... did someone buy some new air freshener? is it starting to smell a lot like christmas around here? maybe it's just me. oh, i see. i left an opened carton of 'nog on the cherry wood last night. damn thing's spoiled. my bad.

Date: 2005/11/30 13:16
By: doomey
i am back. damn glitter... i heard voices, DeP. some new character has joined the machine and lafloor above, a tough guy that calls himself guevara. he has good things to say about some of the assets, nothing bad. things seem calm up there. might be the ceiling will stay where it's supposed to. if we're lucky. i will work up a report, naming names and capital and who's hot and who's not. i do smell roast beef. i know they have a platter or two up there. bastards.

Date: 2005/12/01 06:22
By: deplancher
Do you like the Christmas tree? It needs more decorations, yes, but in the dark, see the little glittering lights? Maybe Theo will let us light the fire and roast something.

Date: 2005/12/01 06:27
By: deplancher
Upstairs, I think it is much too quiet. Maybe the Terms are somehow avoiding each other, fearing what they might find when face to face with all those caps to review and scrutinize. Maybe they eat too much from these platters and fall asleep? They are like ghosts murmuring in the walls.

Date: 2005/12/01 07:42
By: tqr
Mmmm ... roast beef. Of course, if they're ghosts, the beef is paranormal. Not to be confused with paramutuel. Which reminds me, I've got $5,000 on that philly Landspanner Lee. The glitter lights are very pretty, Gabby. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a horse race to attend. Oh yes, roast whatever you like down here. Just make sure you douse the fire ring when you are done.

Date: 2005/12/02 04:27
By: doomey
somebody build a fire ring! fast! we must eat something's flesh! i'll have nothing to do with it. as a child i had issues with flame. any sort of flame freaks me out and makes me break out in a rash. hives. shingles. and such. but i do so love the roasted meat. please, please, someone build a fire ring. we'll need rocks. or bricks. quick! what should we cook? ...oh, christ. just had a donner party moment.

Date: 2005/12/02 13:27
By: doomey
back to the matter at hand, salivating glands be damned, i believe there is a mix up on the Terminal level. one side of the cat fight, of which i heard snippets as i pressed my cheek against the glittery surface of the huge disco ball above earlier, is obviously at fault. you all got my memo correct? the one informing you of the dialogue held in the Terminal? so you've heard the cat fight concerning the zen capital? what do you think? ...my opinion: if a VC doesn't take the time to tuck in his/her asset nice and tight, straighten the seams and remove the unwanted fluff, then i see no point in submitting the capital to our offices. we are not here to examine ideas for capital, we're here to examine the polished capital itself. i admit, some of the pieces i sent up to the Terminal do need a bit of work, maybe a little polishing, but just a bit and a little, while that zen piece seems broken with all its mis-aimed jargon and marred lines and, um, mutant raisins? but i haven't read it, so... what think you, fellow Floorites?




A Steamy Window en Hiver
Date: 2005/11/29 05:38
By: deplancher
Vous êtes si plein du bavardage et de la merde, Theodore! We are simply good friends who share the common interests and some laughter too, you fool who thinks of nothing but lust and the legs of that muffin woman across the street. Rimbaud likes him but perhaps it is the faint smell of the salmon. Still, he is not like the other men I meet here. Or anywhere. Doomey has style and the grace too. Il m'a ne savent pas ce qu'est il. And yes, he is shy. Non! Don't laugh. You don't know him like I do after all these late nights drinking the espresso and pouring over all the work you keep letting in. If my name was Judy or Beverly, you would not make such assumption of the touchy feely squeezy, Theo. I know how you start the rumours and try to make conflict. You almost ruined Edith's chances to advance with your muck and dirt. We hold hands sometimes because it is so froid foutu dedans ici. We can't feel our own hands, Theo! There. Now everyone knows the working conditions of this mirrorball dancing room for poor and unknown editors falling to the Floor, gasping for breath. Now get out. It's time to dance and you are not invited.

Date: 2005/11/29 08:25
By: tqr
I do not doubt your sincerity in this matter, dear mademoiselle. It is Doomey who spreads these rumours, mongering like a common cur in the bestial offal bins left out too long before the dump trucks make their daily rounds. J'n'a pas d'accuse, mais Doomey! Il sont la bavardere! Or something to that affect. Adieux!

Date: 2005/11/29 12:03
By: deplancher
Oh, I don't know what to think, Theo. Perhaps Doomey has eaten too many raisins again? But we read the literature, les capitals; we are not also in it, non? I am not Emma. He is not Monsieur Dupuis or...what was the other one...M Boulanger. Still, he sometimes brings baklava in the pockets of that big coat.

Date: 2005/11/29 13:11
By: doomey
true, we have been known to hold hands, but it was just that once, was it not, DeP? or, perhaps, twice, now that i think about it. what's this all about, anywhat? that hogwash theo left splashed across the lobby? haw, hah, ho, good christ. theo is simply trying to twist our faith and slash our bleeding hearts, dearheart, er, i mean, DeP. my views on our relationship might be a tad too steamy to broadcast here on the Floor, but that doesn't mean we've hatched a love egg, does it? theo is such the romantic. he sees depth in Archie comics, that wicked little boy. on a final note, would two please stop typing french. peels the skin from my nerves, pours salt in my wounds. no, on second thought, keep typing french. i love being kept out of the loop. or do i love jumping through the hoop? i forget which. oh hell. but french might just uplift the VCs' opinion of this venture which we call TQR, and what do we need if not an opinion lift, eh?

Date: 2005/11/29 18:34
By: deplancher
I cannot apologize for the French, Doomey. But it is not meant to leave you out, mon chere. It is only a language, not a weapon to pierce your raw skin. Theo, I think, likes to practise. Like the swing dancing, it opens new roads for him.

Date: 2005/11/30 13:24
By: doomey
'tis true, theo does love to swing dance. i caught him one night on the stairs that lead up to the haunted disco. he was pulling off one of those gene kelly musical numbers. or maybe he was aping jerry lewis, dancing up two steps then down three, then up five steps and down two. the man is positively daft at times. i dig his shoes. i think they are made of ostrich skin.

Date: 2005/11/30 23:56
By: tqr
They are New Zealand Hurdoo, a close relative of the Ostrich. The perfect footwear for rug cutters everywhere. I love the night life!

Date: 2005/12/01 06:23
By: deplancher
You must be careful on the landings with the high pants and your hurdoo shoes, Theo.

Date: 2005/12/02 04:21
By: doomey
so... which is the better dance movie? dirty dancing or strictly ballroom?

Date: 2005/12/02 18:58
By: deplancher
I don't know the 'Strictly Ballroom' reference and 'Dirty Dancing' is impressive for the svelte and the teenaged but the dancing scene I like the best can be found in 'Pulp Fiction' where Uma and John are the only people in the world and dance like it is their last chance to do so. That is as good as it gets.

Date: 2005/12/04 16:58
By: doomey
don't be ridiculous, DeP. pulp fiction? well... okay. but that is not a dance movie, and if it were it would suck ass (because of the crappy dancing). however, travolta can dance, and so i will put one of his movies in the mix. i think i will chose a dance movie called saturday night fever. ah, days of youth. so now, which dance movie is best: saturday night fever; dirty dancing; strictly ballroom?

Date: 2005/12/04 18:28
By: deplancher
There is no contest here, Doomey. Saturday Night Fever wins with just Travolta's walk down the street. Can you hear the Bee Gees and see his strut...? Still, I don't know Strictly Ballroom and will have to educate myself to be fair. Might have to quit smoking too.

Date: 2005/12/05 13:19
By: doomey
quit smoking?! are you mad?! i just bought a smoking jacket, and now you say you're going to quit smoking? why would you go and do that, DeP? to what end? listen, we've got to stick together, especially during these dark days of the holiday season. the people outside the office are acting strange and cannot be trusted. we've no choice but to remain in this haunted disco. ergo, we must 1)keep smoking 2)keep drinking and 3)dance our asses off. otherwise, well, its pretty obvious, eh? we'll go mad just like all the rest of them. i mean, look at 'gun over there at his balsa desk, babbling to himself, checking himself for fleas and such. he's lost it, DeP. there's danger afoot, and we owe it to ourselves to pull through. only a month left, then lunacy's noose will loosen. here, have a pall mall and an airline plasty-bottle of rum, Malibu, goodstuff. i am off to find a serviceable stereo.




report 1.12077 in re the Terinali and the assets
Date: 2005/12/08 13:37
By: doomey
from what i've been able to hear with my cheek pressed up against the mirrorball and my thighs quaking with cramp from straining to keep myself lodged in the rafters, we've a fair number of winners and a lesser amount of suck ass. i will go into detail later, but the count looks to be 6 righteous capital and 5 doomed. and it would seem most of the stuff is genre-based, which i find odd, and not in a good sort of way. literature pieces are hard to come by in our profession, diamonds in the rough. by my count there are 4 lit pieces out of the eleven we've sent up. keep in mind, i am guessing about all this, not sure. the Terminali are a bunch of tight-lipped debs. they haven't even mentioned any of the artists that sculpted the pieces, which they have clearly been cleared by theo to do. if i was a Terminali... but, alas, i am a peon. born into this, bukowski's ghost whispers as he shuffles past the cherry wood. born into this.

Date: 2005/12/08 17:45
By: tqr
Wrong you are, Doomey! The revelation of the name behind the capital is NOT a Terminali prerogative. The only personnel cleared to divulge that hot information are the department heads. However, thanks for commenting on the process up there. The more perspectives, the better. And your perspective is always worth reading up on. Just be careful you don't damage the mirror ball. Got it?

Date: 2005/12/09 06:29
By: deplancher
Doomey! No wonder you are so thin, hanging upside down like that. It's not so important to find out everything, my drunken angel. Come down. It's the Heartbreakers on CKUA. That Tom. Needs to Know or something like this...

Date: 2005/12/09 13:20
By: doomey
i've been at it again, damn the reverse of blood flow and the damage it may or may not do to my alcohol-steeped brain. let me brush the glitter from my cheek and i will tell you what i know. that one cat named guevara is up there tooting his horn about some new asset. from the way he's talking he is obviously way more loaded than i am, so i am not sure we can trust what he's saying. this objet d'art refects on the death of an entertainment icon and a fan of said icon. sounds like something i'd dislike, seeing as how i was at a party last weekend, and in the movie room they were playing van vant's movie based on the death of said icon. good christ, that movie sucked ass. anywhat, i do not think guevara was for the piece. so that would make the overall count 6 to 6. and, theo, godamn it, you did to tell the Terminali that was fine and dandy to reveal the artist names. i'll look it up in my notes and scribbles if you want, but i swear you told us names will be revealed when the capital hits the Terminal! and, another thing, nobody keeps me out of the rafters, damn it. nobody!

Date: 2005/12/09 19:50
By: deplancher
Alright, Doomey. You are your own man and a half. But if they speak in code, how will you know you are finding out the real information. This Guevara, he is looking at himself to check the set of his jaw and to see if his hair is in place. What has cologne to do with reviewing les capitals you may ask. But he will only nod and adjust his sleeves again. As for the deceased Monsieur Cobain, if he walked and mumbled as much as the poor actor who portrayed his ghost, he was indeed as sad young man. I like that one song though, what is the line: 'it's a long road to death from birth...?' Oh I can't remember, but you know, it was a highlight in the middle of all that mumbling and changing shirts...

Date: 2005/12/09 23:12
By: doomey
i am pretty sure that they aren't speaking in code, they're just using $12 words, which, in my book, translates to latin. i hate $12 words. i'll abide $11 words, but $12 words can suck a nut as far as i'm concerned.




oh christ, please no. NO!
Date: 2005/11/21 13:29
By: doomey
i hear his voice up there. it's guy lafloor, i could swear it. he's up in the Terminal. what the fuck is guy lafloor doing up in the goddamned Terminal? has the world gone mad?!

Date: 2005/11/22 05:12
By: deplancher
It's true, Doomey. He has levitated. Listen to his articulation. So full of knowledge and Zen. Has he touched the Monkey?

Date: 2005/11/22 13:20
By: doomey
i suppose he has touched the little beast, lucky bastard. maybe he'll throw us down some roastbeef.

Date: 2005/12/04 00:58
By: ronraygun
That is IT! Where is my scotch? This madness is making me crazy. Lafloor up there like that.

Date: 2005/12/04 17:06
By: doomey
personally, i say we charge up there, grab his ass, and then drag him back down to the Floor and skin him alive. imagine, lafloor lounging about in the Terminal, eating roast beast, drinking dirty martinis with those really big olives, getting a foot rub from theo. i believe i am developing a grudge. fine by me.

Date: 2005/12/04 18:24
By: deplancher
Don't worry so much, Doo. Sooner or later, he has to return to his place and he will have to answer some serious questions. Raygun has an agenda. And that contract with LaFloor's signature on it. What's that clause about 'double agency'?

Date: 2005/12/05 13:05
By: doomey
me, no worry. i'm glad there was a clause scratched in on the contract between 'gun and lafloor about DA, and so it makes my wee heart sing to know lafloor will be in loads of trouble when he returns, but now i am concerned about said contract. did we all sign one when we landed these lousy jobs? if so, i don't recall signing mine, i may have been loaded. hope there's nothing overly binding in the contracts. now, perhaps, i am worried.

Date: 2005/12/09 08:16
By: tqr
Contracts? It seems to me I beat that rap once I'd assassinated Allende back in '72. Then Terry Gilliame goes and makes a movie about it! Nearly blows my g'd cover, I'll have you know. Ah, hah, hah, hah ... but if you are speaking of terms of, and duration of said, labors vis-a-vis remuneration and all the torte remedies labeled for advocacy in your favor ... get your brains around this, (as Judge Schmails once said to his nephew Spalding) "You'll get nothing and like it!" Now as to LaFloor, you all will welcome him back into the fold once his foray into the roast beef-laden environs of the Terminal has ended. He is an ex-NHLer with a stinging pair of fists. The man wanted a foot rub! Can I help it if I'm weak? Back to work. Stop grab assing. You all have a meeting with el heffe (that is I) tomorrow, correct? No grab ass. We want capital that sells to the investors. Our fate is, ultimately, in their hands. Do you think I'm made of money? To work, you insufferables. Perchance to dream.

Date: 2005/12/09 13:29
By: doomey
we won't be welcoming lafloor anywhere except maybe the back fire exit. i will introduce him personally. i'll say, 'hey there, lafloor. i have somebody i want you to meet. lafloor, back fire exit. back fire exit, lafloor.' then, bam, they'll kiss and it'll be love from there on out. hey, ted, i'll work when the capital flows in. till then, maybe you should suck a nut or something? i dunno, take a pill? love you, man, but you seriously need to do something about your hair.

Date: 2005/12/09 19:57
By: deplancher
Oh, Teddy, you and your hair can't stop this conflict with Doomey and LaFloor; it is the opposition between the...what is it? the jock and the whatever you call Doomey. You know, they have the intelligence but look through a different window. There, now I am a poet too. I just hope when LaFloor comes back, he is not stinking like too much meat and upper room manners. LaFloor needs to clean up his workspace of all the apple core and autographed hockey sticks. I will put a sheet over his desk to keep out the vermin for now. But for work, shall we practise for the next term? I see only 'Breakfast of Champions' and a few True Stories [who brought these??] on the shelf. Perhaps you can drop a few manuscripts down the chute, Teddy.

Date: 2005/12/09 20:50
By: tqr
Alcoholic, chain smoking geek wannabe-tough guy? Is that 'whatever you call Doomey' enough for you? However, as long as Doomey vets les capitales with the enthusiasm of a rutting vole, I shall make him king of the world, would that I could do that for him ... If he wanted the sky, I would wri-aye-aye-te out in letters/ that would soar a thousand fee-eet hi-ee-yae! To Boligard,with Lah-ah-ahv. I do love him, you know. As to your closing plea for les practique, would that be a subtle quest as to ascertaining the date of the next installment of The Rorschalk Group? Tonight, as you well, know, there is a meeting. Maybe in a week or two we can manage another grande guignol of capital cognizance otherwise referred to as that Group thing.

Date: 2005/12/09 22:49
By: deplancher
You are loving Doomey, Teddy!! Some things are becoming more clear with your revelations. I thought I recognized your hair in silhouette at the Paramount that night, you salty dog. Oh, I have been such a savante! To suh wid lub, you say...AND a rutting vole. I must make notes.

Date: 2005/12/09 23:17
By: doomey
yah, ted. where's the money?! and by money i mean future capital investment venture proposals. show me the money! now i really feel stupid.




Ghost Town Terminal
Date: 2005/12/04 18:31
By: deplancher
Is this all they have to say about all the work we've sent upstairs or is there a new method of silent, meditative discourse going on in the Terminal? Maybe the furniture is too comfortable up there in the cheeky, leopardskin lounge. Some of us has to work for our piece of jelly roll and roast beef...

Date: 2005/12/05 13:28
By: doomey
the Terminal is sucking ass, and i am not talking about well-tended, washed and healthy ass, but i won't go into what kind of ass i am talking about because i know DeP has a weak stomach for such vulgarities. we're a different breed, DeP. we're a different animal all together from those lazy bones up in the Terminal. we've a sturdy work ethic, while they've a hankering for cheese. isn't their term nearly finished? isn't it close to send off? don't they have to pick which capital assets to send up to the next level?! you and i, DeP, we'd handle the Terminal well. we'd make that tier our bitch, we would. but, then who would tend the haunted disco. bukowski's ghost still wanders these tiles, the poor sap. i can't leave him behind. i am doomed to remain here, but perhaps theo could send you up top to crack the whip.

Date: 2005/12/05 16:30
By: tqr
Sometimes real life intrudes; people get sick or lose their 'real' job. If only I could pay you all in some kind of real way. But ,yes, it appears as if we're going to be going a little long this time. Things will fall into place, I am confident.

Date: 2005/12/06 08:26
By: deplancher
I think they are sequestered. Or smoking a peace pipe. Or exchanging ideas and arguments using sign language so that their final choices will be a surprise and cause for great celebration. Maybe the fireworks in the courtyard. Is that what that is behind the building, Doomey, where that bench sits amoung the weeds that wave at us from below---a courtyard? I thought I saw a maypole. Maybe we should trust them more. We are, after all, secure here on our Floor, despite the draft. We have each other. Our common interest of smoking, dancing, and the late night philosophy by the light of my sandy lamp. And the mirrorball. Comfort is a relative thing. Tension and sparring can remove the cozy from the leopardskin easy chairs and the platters of catered cow's leg and pig meat casserole. Let us have patience for the minds in the Terminal.

Date: 2005/12/07 03:52
By: doomey
the machine said we let some unworthy capital slip upward in to the Terminal somehow. hah, like he'd know worthy capital if it bit him on the ballsack. yes, the peacepipe theory. like it, me. thinking maybe they be stoned. when one is stoned... there is no need to express oneself via the tonal wave (or particle, as science would have it) or the tapped key. when one is stoned... the animals speak clearly, the wind cries mary, and the big questions get answered. i say we go up there and shave their heads when they're asleep. lastly, i'd like to add: trust no one.

Date: 2005/12/07 05:20
By: tqr
The machine did let fly with that blast, yes. It is an opinionated thing. It would be flattered that you actually bought into the masculine voice-simulation enough to refer to it as 'he'. When next I am tweaking its mother boards, we'll have a good laugh about that one. ps, The Terminali have homes, they generally work bankers hours and will not be there should you sally forth with fixed shears up into their domain at night. I suggest slathering their office's doorknobs with Vaseline. Clandestinely, The Chairman

Date: 2005/12/08 13:22
By: doomey
damn, i'd so hoped to catch them asleep. well, there's nothing to do but find out where they all live. theo, i am sure you can provide us with that information. spill, sister.

Date: 2005/12/09 22:45
By: deplancher
You are suggesting something clandestine, Doomey? Teddy says we need the Terminali for their high standard of intellectual functioning and discernment when it comes to dissecting the literary succulence we deliver to them on a freshly washed nickel platter. If you sabotage, then he will have to put that advertisement back in and who knows what kind of creatures and graduates will apply? We must be patient with those with the soft shoes and pinkly sweater-sets. They are not so familiar with the shadowy, smoke-filled corners as we, Doomey. They fall prey to the mushy praises and fruit cakes originating from places like Montana, Whitehorse, and New South Wales delivered by the boy in the brown panel van. It's him we should be afraid of. I don't like the way he oils his hair or the way it flips up in front.

Date: 2005/12/09 23:30
By: doomey
yah, i s'pose you're right, DeP. but, christ, it would'a been fun, eh? get the clippers a'humming and shave some heads? but, yah, you be right. you be wise. i'll tell you who i'm scared of as of late. that freaking jesus hippy dude i hired to clean up around here. he paces the floor with bukowski's ghost, i think they're working out some prose. the hippy keeps scribbling notes in a little spiral he carries around with him. i found out the jesus hippy dude's real name. he was handing me a line, me thinks. i think he's undercover. some sort of journalist. or maybe a writer, not sure. watch the little bastard, don't let him sneak up on you.




the knowledge receiving praise in the Terminal!
Date: 2005/12/09 23:47
By: doomey
...although said praise is coming from the greasy lips of guevara, who i must admit is begining to grow on me, a character i'd labeled earlier as 'untrustworthy' and 'swanky' (well, maybe i didn't mention swanky earlier, but i'm sure i meant to), he has sworn to champion this piece. i am excited because i sent it up. that's right, me, boligard doomey. am i proud? well, let's just say... does the pope wipe his ass after shitting in the broom closet? variations, another piece i shoved up the Terminal's... i mean, another piece i deemed worthy of the Terminal's attention, is getting some nice comments as well. very excited.

Date: 2005/12/10 01:17
By: deplancher
Guevara, now that he speaks, is the eloquent one, non? 'to my grave', says he. But can the Terminali come to some consensus by the 23rd of this winter December...? And where is Ron, Doomey? Eating sausages at the deli on the corner while we keep watch over his corner maybe. I hope at least he brings the Christmas tray. Your hippy boy, I think, takes schnaps on the job. His brooming is a little swayed.

Date: 2005/12/10 16:46
By: doomey
yah, me thinks jesus is a booze hound. but what concernes me is his chronicling, his scribbling. might be he's stealing our souls with his long hand symboling and scratching. it's all good, however. i found a case of wild turkey in the broom closet. first i had to find the broom closet and pick the lock. who knew the disco had a broom closet? anywhat, here's to you, DeP! keep it real!

Date: 2005/12/10 18:07
By: deplancher
So I am wondering how the VCs feel about the commentaries re: their works flacked about by the Terminali. It would be great to hear what they have to say. Theo, can we give the VCs a voice? With their collective input, we can get better at what we do. Wish I'd read 'The Knowledge', Doomey. Sounds like a winner.

Date: 2005/12/10 18:41
By: tqr
Apparently, according to Archi, there is a way I could create one. But I'm not so very technically adept in that area. I've been bugging it to do the work for me, but you know how direct appeals to an indifferent divinity often go. Mysterious ways and all that. There will be a public forum here eventually, I just can't say when.

Date: 2005/12/13 13:15
By: doomey
i just input some exchange in the squalk box, fun to talk with the VC who submitted The Knowledge. fantastic, theo. this is just what we needed, this exchange with the VCs.




Late Night Radio & Christmas Pie
Date: 2005/12/10 18:19
By: deplancher
Fell asleep in my rocker last night while listening to a never before produced play by Tennessee Williams. Some underground station got ahold of the manuscript that had apparently been discarded for crap. Didn't recognize any name actors but whoever they were, they made the thing live! Damn, wish I'd stayed awake for the whole thing but I'm burnt out from putting all those decorations up for the Christmas party. Did you hear the ending, Doomey? You won't let Jesus forget to set out those rented tables? We have guests who have never before been lit up by the mirror ball in our haunted digs. Time for celebration, Floor-on style. A toast to the Floor! A toast to all who come to our door. It's a little dark and co-cold but welcome all the same.

Date: 2005/12/10 22:34
By: tqr
Who knows, maybe a little bubbly, and some leftover roast beef will be coming your way? Maybe even freshly roasted! That radio play sounds like a gas. I believe the theater of the mind is vastly underrated. Here's to making it live. Cheers!

Date: 2005/12/13 13:21
By: doomey
yes, i am excited about the christmas party, though we've a snag with the fold-outs and the visitors might have to stand, not sure, currently up in the air. i am concidering inviting jesus, do you think that's a good idea, DeP. his muttering and scribbling might seem strange to some of the guests, but damn if the freaky little dude hasn't grown on me. we doing white elephant gift exchange or what? i forgot. i didn't get the memo. will this be an open bar event?

Date: 2005/12/14 09:36
By: deplancher
Yes, invite Jesus. It is Christmas and we need to be inclusive. Also, he is a good cleaner I think. The note-taking, we'll tell everyone he is a poet who must write when his muse whispers in his left ear. As for gifts, it is a little unusual. We are to dig up something of our own that we haven't used in a very long time, clean it up and wrap it in shiney paper with either a yellow or red ribbon on it. At the party, each of us will receive one of these pre-owned gifts. I have to check what the ribbon colours mean. Of course, we also have to bring a contribution for the writer's foodbank. For those unpublished souls still churning out the good word but perpetually hungry for an audience. It is open bar but so far Theo has only ordered Heidelberg beer and a supply of some kind of brew one of his friends makes downtown. You might want to bring something you know your stomach can tolerate. You will try not to start howling like a wolf this time? I am getting the mirrorball fixed tomorrow. It has been spinning counterclockwise lately.

Date: 2005/12/14 13:22
By: doomey
yah, the mirrorball likes to think of itself as exotic, or in the least european. and the gift exchange sounds good, i will find something or other deep in the cherry wood i am sure. not sure what to do about my foodbank donation. i could either brings a few short prose pieces i wrote back while i was in the joint, or i could bring my infamous deviled eggs. i'll have to think on that. very excited. i love heidelberg beer. and maybe the other beverage is punch? i love punch.