Calling all synth haters

[laughedatbytime]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

Edited March 30, 2018 by laughedatbytime

[Rick N. Backer]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

 

The only time I would use the term "New York style pizza" is when talking to troglodytes from the Midwest who erroneously think that tomato soup in a bread bowl with cheese on top is "pizza." Otherwise, I'd just say "pizza." The other East Coast elitists with whom I associate would immediately understand what that means.

 

Like an "elegant well dressed woman," would approach me at a party. Pfffft.

[laughedatbytime]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

 

The only time I would use the term "New York style pizza" is when talking to troglodytes from the Midwest who erroneously think that tomato soup in a bread bowl with cheese on top is "pizza." Otherwise, I'd just say "pizza." The other East Coast elitists with whom I associate would immediately understand what that means.

 

Like an "elegant well dressed woman," would approach me at a party. Pfffft.

Obviously, the three or four noreasters over the last month or so, combined with "Superstorm Sandy" haven't been enough to blow the Eastern seaboard out to sea. I'll be driving my gas guzzler around this afternoon to try and help things along. That way you can make your own country, and, judging by the tastes you claim people in your area have, it will rival England for shittiest food country ever.

[Rick N. Backer]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

 

The only time I would use the term "New York style pizza" is when talking to troglodytes from the Midwest who erroneously think that tomato soup in a bread bowl with cheese on top is "pizza." Otherwise, I'd just say "pizza." The other East Coast elitists with whom I associate would immediately understand what that means.

 

Like an "elegant well dressed woman," would approach me at a party. Pfffft.

Obviously, the three or four noreasters over the last month or so, combined with "Superstorm Sandy" haven't been enough to blow the Eastern seaboard out to sea. I'll be driving my gas guzzler around this afternoon to try and help things along. That way you can make your own country, and, judging by the tastes you claim people in your area have, it will rival England for shittiest food country ever.

 

Coming from the land of "Put ranch dressing on that? F*ck yeah!" I'll take that as a compliment.

[laughedatbytime]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

 

The only time I would use the term "New York style pizza" is when talking to troglodytes from the Midwest who erroneously think that tomato soup in a bread bowl with cheese on top is "pizza." Otherwise, I'd just say "pizza." The other East Coast elitists with whom I associate would immediately understand what that means.

 

Like an "elegant well dressed woman," would approach me at a party. Pfffft.

Obviously, the three or four noreasters over the last month or so, combined with "Superstorm Sandy" haven't been enough to blow the Eastern seaboard out to sea. I'll be driving my gas guzzler around this afternoon to try and help things along. That way you can make your own country, and, judging by the tastes you claim people in your area have, it will rival England for shittiest food country ever.

 

Coming from the land of "Put ranch dressing on that? F*ck yeah!" I'll take that as a compliment.

Not a fan of ranch. Or Presto, for that matter.

[Rick N. Backer]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

 

The only time I would use the term "New York style pizza" is when talking to troglodytes from the Midwest who erroneously think that tomato soup in a bread bowl with cheese on top is "pizza." Otherwise, I'd just say "pizza." The other East Coast elitists with whom I associate would immediately understand what that means.

 

Like an "elegant well dressed woman," would approach me at a party. Pfffft.

Obviously, the three or four noreasters over the last month or so, combined with "Superstorm Sandy" haven't been enough to blow the Eastern seaboard out to sea. I'll be driving my gas guzzler around this afternoon to try and help things along. That way you can make your own country, and, judging by the tastes you claim people in your area have, it will rival England for shittiest food country ever.

 

Coming from the land of "Put ranch dressing on that? F*ck yeah!" I'll take that as a compliment.

Not a fan of ranch. Or Presto, for that matter.

 

That's because a) ranch dressing is for people who think "Olive Garden" is authentic Italian dining and b) Presto is for people who think people banging on trash cans on a street corner is drumming.

[Red3angel]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

[Wil1972]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

I think this should be our slogan.

[goose]

Rush - mp = goldfinger/ thunderball Connery

Sig- hyf = dalton

Presto t4e = Bronsan

Cp - ca = Craig

Feedback = George Lazenby

[Rick N. Backer]

Rush - mp = goldfinger/ thunderball Connery

Sig- hyf = dalton

Presto t4e = Bronsan

Cp - ca = Craig

 

But Roger Moore is the best Bond. So I guess this should read

 

Hemispheres - Signals = Moore

[JohnnyBlaze]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

Moving Pictures = cashews

 

Signals = almonds

 

Grace Under Pressure = macadamias

[blueschica]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

Moving Pictures = cashews

 

Signals = almonds

 

Grace Under Pressure = macadamias

 

:lol: And Fly By night = pistachios

[JohnnyBlaze]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

Moving Pictures = cashews

 

Signals = almonds

 

Grace Under Pressure = macadamias

 

:lol: And Fly By night = pistachios

 

And Snakes & Arrows is my left nut after a full day of hiking on a hot & humid summer day!

 

Awful !

[tangy]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

Moving Pictures = cashews

 

Signals = almonds

 

Grace Under Pressure = macadamias

 

sometimes you post like a nut, sometimes you don't

[JohnnyBlaze]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

Moving Pictures = cashews

 

Signals = almonds

 

Grace Under Pressure = macadamias

 

sometimes you post like a nut, sometimes you don't

 

Absolutely!

 

There are those moments

 

[Red3angel]

I’ll be kind to Sir Roger. He can be the live albums

[JohnnyBlaze]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

Moving Pictures = cashews

 

Signals = almonds

 

Grace Under Pressure = macadamias

 

sometimes you post like a nut, sometimes you don't

 

D’oh! I just noticed the Almond Joy/Mounds reference!

[Wil1972]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

Moving Pictures = cashews

 

Signals = almonds

 

Grace Under Pressure = macadamias

 

:lol: And Fly By night = pistachios

 

And Snakes & Arrows is my left nut after a full day of hiking on a hot & humid summer day!

 

Awful !

 

Nailed it!

[JohnnyBlaze]

Everyone on this site is nuts, no wonder we like Rush

 

Moving Pictures = cashews

 

Signals = almonds

 

Grace Under Pressure = macadamias

 

:lol: And Fly By night = pistachios

 

And Snakes & Arrows is my left nut after a full day of hiking on a hot & humid summer day!

 

Awful !

 

Nailed it!

 

And Bravest Face is a kick to the nuts!

[Red3angel]

So Rush is planters peanut can

Hemispheres is pistachio

And clockwork is peanut brittle

[JohnnyBlaze]

So Rush is planters peanut can

Hemispheres is pistachio

And clockwork is peanut brittle

 

Now you’re gettin’ it!

 

Keep up the good work!

 

You’ll be a psychotic nut before you know it!

 

 

Something for Nuttin’!

 

 

[JohnRogers]

High Water I actually like.

 

Me, too.

 

Me too.

Me four.

[lerxt1990]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

 

That was brilliant. We need more of this. Much much more.

[laughedatbytime]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

 

That was brilliant. We need more of this. Much much more.

Thanks, I appreciate the kind words, but to revive a cliche, friends don't let friends eat bad pizza. I couldn't just sit around and let RNB continue to consume cheese and crackers when the tasty delight of Chicago style pizza is within reach.

 

And I hate to bring Aquinas and one of the principles of "just war" theory into play here but there is a reasonable chance of success with RNB. It's not like JR, where his love for the synth era and frequent consumption of cigars means that in matters of taste probably any meaningful intervention would fall on deaf, synth loving (but I repeat myself) ears. RNB already understands the concept of blandness and how it applies to music with his disdain for PoW and HYF yet for some reason he has no trouble with tastelessness when it comes to pizza. Maybe it's because being from the Eastern seaboard he's loathe to admit the Midwest has produced a product of such quality that it puts that region to shame. He certainly can't have tried both and considered NY style superior. Maybe like Peart admitted in Mission, he's just given up having truly good things and big dreams and settled for mediocrity in the middle of his life. There's something there that's recoverable, though. I'm not ready giving up trying to find it.

[lerxt1990]

Tomato soup poured into a bread bowl with cheese on top of it isn't pizza.

Mock Chicago style pizza all you want but at least it won't seamlessly fit into stories like these...

 

(The scene: A cocktail party in Georgetown on a Saturday night. An elegant well dressed woman approaches a man holding a gin and tonic. Chamber music is playing in the background.)

 

Woman, introducing herself: Hi, I'm Valerie Winthrop des Rochers, and you?

Man: My name is Backer. Rick N. Backer, or Richard Nelson Backer.

VWdR: Nice to have the pleasure of your acquaintance, What do you do, Mr. Backer?

RNB: I'm a lawyer, and you?

VWdR: My husband (gestures to a man holding another conversation) James is counsel to the chief lobbyist for the National Association of Roofers. He's here to assist regarding getting a tax break through for roofers who use American tar and nails.

RNB (feigning interest): Oh, that's interesting. This is quite the party.

VWdR: Yes, I love soirees like this. James says it's something to look forward to after a long week of lobbying. At least being here in DC means we don't have to associate with any of those roofers. They call themselves "entreprenuers" (chuckles), but they couldn't even qualify for a second rate B school like Wharton (incredulous chuckle). Oh well, I guess these pearls (clutches pearls) don't pay for themselves. But enough about that, Claire (the hostess) went all out with these hors d'oeuvres. The pate' is divine but the cheese and crackers is out of this world.

RNB: (trying to figure out what she means by the cheese and crackers until he figures it out). Oh, you mean the New York style pizza?

VWdR: (shuddering) Please. It's cheese and crackers. Calling it pizza makes it seem just so (her tone turns disparaging) ethnic.

RNB: (tries to think of a response. Just then he realizes that the chamber orchestra is playing Second Nature) Well, the food is great but the music is even better.

VWdR: Yes, isn't it? This is Second Nature by Rush. Quite beautiful in its innocuousness. I'm so glad that Peart ended his association with that ghastly Rand person. I guess everyone goes through stages. (Chuckles dismissively) If the next song they play is Mission I swear this be the event of the winter. Well, so glad to have met your acquaintance. Enjoy the rest of your evening.

RNB: Thanks, good conversation, Hold Your Fire, and cheese and crackers, what's not to enjoy....

(Chamber orchestra segues from Second Nature to Longer Than by Dan Fogelberg)

 

That was brilliant. We need more of this. Much much more.

Thanks, I appreciate the kind words, but to revive a cliche, friends don't let friends eat bad pizza. I couldn't just sit around and let RNB continue to consume cheese and crackers when the tasty delight of Chicago style pizza is within reach.

 

And I hate to bring Aquinas and one of the principles of "just war" theory into play here but there is a reasonable chance of success with RNB. It's not like JR, where his love for the synth era and frequent consumption of cigars means that in matters of taste probably any meaningful intervention would fall on deaf, synth loving (but I repeat myself) ears. RNB already understands the concept of blandness and how it applies to music with his disdain for PoW and HYF yet for some reason he has no trouble with tastelessness when it comes to pizza. Maybe it's because being from the Eastern seaboard he's loathe to admit the Midwest has produced a product of such quality that it puts that region to shame. He certainly can't have tried both and considered NY style superior. Maybe like Peart admitted in Mission, he's just given up having truly good things and big dreams and settled for mediocrity in the middle of his life. There's something there that's recoverable, though. I'm not ready giving up trying to find it.

 

Love the humor, disagree on the pizza though :)