Comments on: FMK: Quirky Teen-Focused Indies

By: Natalie

Natalie — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 11:35:34 +0000

We always play FMK with options we try to make equally appealing or repulsive. You learn something about someone when you make them decide FMK: brie, cascaval, chevre and leave cheeses in cans out of it since really, who would marry that?

By: Meghan

Meghan — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 01:40:44 +0000

Marry Rushmore, fuck Juno (I think–I haven't seen it) and kill Napoleon Dynamite.

I don't know anything about the trains and I abstain from the cheese question.

By: Mel

Mel — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 01:01:43 +0000

You would fuck the G? You must be dating someone in Williamsburg.

By: hater

hater — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 16:22:02 +0000

Fuck Napoleon Dynamite (and deny it later), marry Rushmore, stab Juno in the neck.

And Parm, Cashel, Singles.

By: Keight

Keight — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 18:15:00 +0000

It has slowly dawned on me that I'm the world's biggest moron on the cheese issue. This entire time, I've been thinking "hmmm, I can't comment on the canned parm, because I've never had that."

When I first read "canned parm", my mind went here http://tinyurl.com/ytna8e

And I thought "eeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww, I didn't even know they MADE that in parm flavor!"

Now I realize A) we are talking about this http://tinyurl.com/2rj9ak and B) I'm a jackass.

I'm from the midwest. I should know from processed cheese. I am humbled and ashamed.

@ Audrey, Hee!! Why are there even stops at Kenmore, Blandford, AND BU East? So useless.

By: KER

KER — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 14:02:34 +0000

@Jules- nope, I wanted to fuck the parm and kill the Kraft singles. like I said, canned parm is basically just salt, which is my favorite thing in the whole wide world. Kraft singles are rubbery and plasticky and just totally inedible in my book.

By: Cate

Cate — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 05:47:57 +0000

My friends and I play this game to categorize the strange men in bars. It's fun until you get to the part where, if one of them approaches you, the rules say that if you'd placed them in the F or M categories, you have to smile at them when they talk to you (at least for a few minutes).

Vids: Juno, Rushmore, Nap
Cheese: Parm, Blue, Singles
Boston transit: Commuter Ferry (giving it up to the richies usually gets you a nice guilt-gift), Green C line (I can't think of anywhere I'd want to go where the C won't take me), any other Green Line

By: Jules

Jules — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 02:46:16 +0000

@brickton: I totally feel less alone in the world now that I know about your wife. I have a pair of boots that I spent a year proposing to. These were the kind of boots that would have smoked cigs and downed tequila shots if they could. Whenever I would be out and about wearing them and encounter an annoying person I would just look down and they would be giving me the "I know. What a loser" boot eyeroll.

On an anthropological observation note: Everyone has wanted to kill the parm, and over 90% want to marry the blue. That leaves the Kraft to fuck and this puzzles me. The Kraft slices would just lay there and be all "turn the lights out" and boring. At least the parm could be counted on for a good porn-style very vocal fake O.

By: Audrey

Audrey — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 01:59:19 +0000

Flicks: Juno, Rushmore, ND
Cheeses: Singles (good only if you're drunk and your standards aren't too high), Cashel Blue, Parm
Boston Transit lines: Red line (lots of variety in clientele, and the longest ride from end to end); 39 bus (reliable, useful, boring); Kill (Green B line–seriously, kids, you can walk the single block between classes)

By: brickton

brickton — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 23:23:07 +0000

I can only play the subways not having experience with at least one in the other two categories so it's: R, 7 and G. I loves me some overcrowded but reliable and useful 7, but a torrid affair with R is a near forgone conclusion.

As for the cheese, Jules, you cracked me up. The idea of picking a mate in this game based on perceived personality and predilection towards infidelity of the given object makes it a worthwhile game, else it's just stating a preference in a mildly amusing manner. It's the type of imaginative profiling my wife would use to justify a product crush (ie these shoes would totally stay up all night eating ice cream and talking trash about your loser ex-boyfriend who just cheated on you with that trashy cheerleader).