A Tragedy of Straightness

Echodropped by Emily at Laredo’s:

Man: “And she’s one of your patients?”

Woman: “Yes, but she’s tragically straight, so I’ve pretty much given up.”

I’m just watching your back, bro.

Sensitive guys discussing relationships at Med Cafe? Not so much.

Guy1: I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.

Some more discussion. Partly inaudible.

Guy1: Why can’t you just fuck her?

Best. fluffer. ever.

From Isthmus Ombusman:

Echodropped at the Potbelly’s on State Street.

Portly man (who was about to handle my condiments) eyeing sandwich rolling out the assembly-line’s toaster oven, to coworker:

‘Jane,’ you’re the best fluffer ever. Yours are always perfectly fluffed.

H:

So… what’s fluffing?

PMWWABTHMC:
It’s when you spread. The meat–evenly all over the bread.

Mercury, choice of the sushi generation

At Yummy Buffet on June 27, 2007. Two older gentlemen:

Guy one observes his lunch partner taking sushi from the buffet.

Guy One: I didn’t know you eat sushi.

Guy Two: My son turned me onto it. He’s part of the sushi generation.

Guy One: You mean the mercury poison generation. Stuff’ll give you brain damage.

Echodrop Madison: “Yea, it was like orgasms in my mouth.”

Amy at Haikue Echodropped herself:

Last night I went to dinner with some co-workers and we were talking about foreign food and how I loooooooooove loooove love love Brazilian food:

Me: “Yea, it was like orgasms in my mouth. [voice raising] Oh my god, I had SO many orgasms when I was in Chile…well outside of Chile”
Woman at the table next to us looks my way and gives a strange stare and my friends start laughing.
Me: “FOR FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!” *turns red*

I often use orgasms and oral sex to express how delicious a food item is that I don’t even remember what those terms really refer to. Oops.

First Echodrop Round-Up

Prior to Echodrop Madison launching it took on a life of it’s own via Isthmus Ombudsman and Dane101 (where the name came from, but co-opted by IsOm). Here is a brief round up of some of those Echodrops reprinted without permission from that scalawag at IsOm.

“I’m like: how’m i supposed to bang hot chicks with this huge ass elbow?”
–sent in by real Bohemian blood.

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Weary Traveler manager(?) guy:

[That particular wine was] very mineral-y–very good. That’s a company that I don’t do business with anymore. They canned our good friend, who was their salesman–so I canned them.

Got something for you to try though.

[mixes drink]

Vodka and bull’s blood… They pasteurize it first.

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Sent in by Hastings, who’s too groggy to pretend he recorded that perfectly. He did follow up, though…

H: Just out curiosity, what was the drink you made that guy?

WTMG: The one I said was bull’s blood? That was puréed watermelon….

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Could you play something that’s not so disrespectful to women?

–male “dancer” to female DJ @ Bassett Street house party, Saturday, 6/2

The song was relayed to us as being one of those that recommends ass-shaking. Perhaps using the subjunctive. After careful deliberation, we conclude it must’ve been Booty Bass’ “Shake That Ass Bitch.” —

Presumed ex-band member: The Box Social is having the release party for the album I helped write. I’m going–pick up my free cd.

Friend:…

PEBM: I’m in the liner notes.

Overheard in Espresso Royale’s State Street patio. The Box Social play the Annex tonight @ 8:30pm (w/The Readiness, Mike Droho, Apparently Nothing). PEBM is going home to take a nap beforehand.

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UW student #1: I am such a loser! What am I going to do with my life? Run away to India for med school? I feel like a refugee… Ok do you see this?

UW student #2: [looks at laptop] …

UWS1: Test dates or locations?

UWS2: Take it in Alabama.

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MTM braintrust discussing leafletting strategies in Helen C. White (College) Library, 5/10…

MTM propagandist: The Union called again.

Imaginary Memorial Union Employee: How did you hear about Madtown Munchies?

MTMP: I ripped down your flyer…

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Bonus, 5/12
Passenger in Yukon, at State and Lake: Ooohh! A DeLorean!!!

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Student on cell phone: “You’re such a hooker. It’s so like you to take a random flight to L.A. at 2 in the morning.”

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At the Man Man show took a few reflective trips to the bathroom stall during the Man Man and Girl Talk sets last night–pretty much whenever someone volunteered to guard my “workspace”.

The following are some insightful critiques overheard during those moments beyond the bubble.

Confused at the urinal
“It’s like so many different styles of music. But they don’t know which one they want it to be.”

Effusive at the urinal
“Yeah, that was great–like the best show I’ve seen them do. I caught them last night at the Abbey in Chicago, too. It was cool, but the venue sucked. I mean there were like 200 people standing there with their arms crossed [from this we can infer that the crowd last night was relatively free of arm-crossers], and the cheapest beer was like $3.50–for a Miller Lite.”

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Following overheard at East Wash EVP:

customer: There’s a race…between the speed of light and the speed of you….

barista: really? Who’s ahead?

customer (no trace of sarcasm): You, currently.

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barista (very convincingly): people drive to Arizona all the time! There are like 20 people driving to Arizona right now.

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barista (touched): You brought me a bag of lettuce!

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barista: Ironical is not even a word.

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barista: That Picasso, he was a real prick.

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END EVP EAVESDROPPING

Woman in film line after seeing the climate march down State Street: “Is it productive to idle all of those buses on State Street and frustrate the passengers who already are doing their part and not using cars?”