Archive for October, 2000

Mallard liver damage

Thursday, October 19th, 2000

Some of us here have a bit of a problem. Me and Betsy can’t make it through the week without a stiff belt of whiskey. Betsy shoots hers and I snort mine. Gibbons just bathes in the darn stuff. Well, tonight we are going to the Mallard at around 8pm to submerge our woes with booze. This Guy Eric Ingerson, who is a rat bastard is going to be there. Eric used to fall out of his chair about once every week, and he would make Reynolds laugh so hard that milk would come out of his nose. Anyway. I heard Athena ( one of the new people ) isn’t going to go, but thats ok, because we will have our drink, and our Gibby. So to all the rest of you people, here is an open invite to waste more time with Tippett folk.

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You’re only as good as your last daily

randy

Re: Welcome

Tuesday, October 10th, 2000

Kirk wrote:

Sorry for the “all”.
Welcome to all the new people here at Tippett.

And that reminds me

Some of us here at Tippett, have been drinking and abusing our body’s for years. Betsy, reminds me that we are coming up on the five year plan. Five years behind the lines making unbelievable computer animated images in films that nobody likes. Except of coarse Starship Troopers. My good friend Eric.P. Reynolds says that if I tell him one more story about how good Troopers was to work on, that he is going to puke blood. Anyway, what I’m getting at is some of us have been here for a long time. And that means by next year other studios are going to think something is wrong with us. Like. “Really, you’ve been there for six years. Couldn’t you get a job anywhere else? Is something wrong with you?” Stuff like that. And me and Besty say.”fuck them” we are going to stay right here until Phil puts his shoe on our face, while Jules pulls at the ankles and Craig beats us with a broom, maybe then we will leave. Uhh, never mind that time that Phil put his shoes in my face and Craig beat me with a stick, we were pantomiming a shot, that was different. Anyway, last friday a bunch of us old folks here were waiting for you NEW people to come outside and have a hunk of cheese and a bit if bread with some pretzels. EVERYBODY WENT HOME. Now, I know you people have lives, and all that stuff, but god darn it, we want to party with you people. We are sick of our own company, we have told each other the same story’s over and over. Have you ever had a beer with Gurden? The guy is inaudible. Xian? I never know what the hell he is talking about. I’m telling you , it’s sick. So here is the deal. Betsy and I are going to throw a party. We are going to have it at a bar, so we can all puke. We are going to call it ..”The What the hell have you been doing for the last five years” Party. And we want you all to come. Be our friends, be my friend. We will give you about a weeks warning so you can pencil it in. And for gods sake come on outside on a friday and have a cracker,with some cheese on it.

don’t make me write these letters

your pal

R.J.Krandell

Halloween Blood Sport

Wednesday, October 4th, 2000

Well now, Autum is here, and that means Halloween, and that means fun and frolic. Here in SanFransisco they do holloween a little different than we used to when we were young little sprouts, but you still get tricks or treats I suppose. Lot’s of treats if you go to the Castro if you know what I mean, and I think you know what I mean. But back in the day Halloween was very different. it was down right frightening. Now I have two older brothers and even though one of them is a little skinny and kind of wimpy, I’m telling you, bike pants are baggy on him, it’s disgusting. Anyway, When we were little kids, in my neihborhood, Halloween ment you were going to get your ass beaten pretty bad. Some times you would get an egg in the face , or some shaving cream up the nose, stuff like that. It was a truly celebrated holiday of biblical proportions. I mean, going home crying with a razor blade sticking in your lips. It was cool. Now days nothing. Kids get screwed. I’m telling you. Everybody says that kids are violent because of tv and video games, thats a load of crap. Just ask Dave Rosenthol, the guy from Film IO. He’ll tell you. Kids are violent because they aren’t getting the crap beaten out of them like in the 1970’s. That’s the problem. Kids today want to have someone twice there age, dig their faces into the dirt with their shoes. It’s important. The most peacful people on the planet have had the snot beaten out of them at an early age. Now take kids today, Parents are so scared that their precious little billy is going to be abused at school. When I was a kid we had a Gym coach named miss Banta, She was so ugly that not only did we not know if she was a boy or a girl, we didn’t know if she was human. She could pop a volly ball with her armpits. She could throw her shoe off with her foot and hit you square in the head from across the gym.And she was also the nurse, so she would knee you one in the stones for missing the volley and then when you went up to see the nurse she would smack you in the back of the head for being a sissy. I’ve never been in a fight in my life. You guys starting to see how this works? Nowdays you’ve got drive by’s and you have middle class white kids listening to the Beasty Boy music, I’m telling you it aint right. We need to kick their ass. We need to save the children. I say we get some shaving cream and some eggs, and some bats and pipes and go down to the middle school or the kindergarden, and give those kids a beating they wont forget.

your pal

R.J.Krandell