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Occasionally, when having difficutlties at my lackluster but otherwise uninteresting job I may (on occasion) become grouchy
w00t! Thanks to all you guys for your support and welcoming of my persona! <3 you all already!— October 1, 2009 11:50 p.m.
What a day!
PS: I've seen that "pee standing up" gadget before, amazingly enough. Pretty sweet. Puts me in mind of a joke: After God makes Adam and Eve, he lets them choose the benefits that each will get to enjoy for being male or female. "Well," says God, "we're getting pretty close to the end of things. Who wants to pee standing up?" "Oooh!" Adam yells, leaping up and down excitedly. "Pick me! Pick me! I want to pee standing up." "Very well then" says God. "So it shall be." God pauses, then says: "Hmmm, I guess that just leaves multiple orgasms..." The P-Mate just goes to show you that it was a fair trade ;)— October 1, 2009 11:48 p.m.
What a day!
I want an edition of every book Baudrillard ever read. For my money, he's pretty much the most (if not the only) relevant theorist you can find. Lacan and Zizek still get it done, but JB just keeps getting more and more spooky accurate.— October 1, 2009 11:43 p.m.
...and so it began...
This'll be good--Pete and AG can both bring some productivity to the community. My plan is to encourage people who are productive and ignore every single passage a l'acte that springs up on here; try to let the haters blow away and nurture anyone who actually wants to contribute to the community.— October 1, 2009 11:39 p.m.
No More Excuses
^ you _look_ a wicked lot... Can we get an "Edit your Comments" button here, oh Masters of The Web?— October 1, 2009 11:30 p.m.
No More Excuses
AG, yo, you like a wicked lot like an acquaintance of mine in Boston. Rad of you to blog with us as we grow this community to something relevant and fresh. I'll try to comment like crazy on your posts, busy guy that I am, as I'm sure they're a gwine to be interestin' (drawl for bluegrass sake--I used to fiddle some and love them old time tunes).— October 1, 2009 11:29 p.m.
...and so it began...
My $0.02: Don't worry about your blogging every encroaching on your future life as published author (provided you--or I, or anyone--gets one) because anything you wanted to lift from the blog for publication would have to be revised. Heavily revised. The voice of the blog is not the voice of the personal essay or the short story, it is it's own thing, distinct. Also, no point in worrying about "wasting any good ideas" on the blog that you might better have turned into the Great American Novel. Ideas are a dime a dozen. Each of us has literally THOUSANDS of ideas every day, each of which could develop into an independent work with the proper dedication. Ideas will come, always, freely, sometimes all too easily--it's actually DOING SOMETHING with them that matters. That said, write like it's your job and something will come of it. Very, very simple equation handed down to me by my more successful friends and just about every heavyweight writer I've ever spoken to on the subject. Best of luck, Dudeius Maximus!— October 1, 2009 11:24 p.m.
Everybody always wants to throw glass in stone houses and, sooner or later, someone's going to lose an eye!
O-Tay! Sorry 'bout that. Subtlety's lost on me through the comment box from time to time. I fear I'm not familiar with that particular tale. Perhaps it is included in my massive, Broges compendium under a different name? (my fave is "On Exactitude in Science")— October 1, 2009 10:46 a.m.
See you next year, September
Y'all pull the night shift here, eh? As far as Python goes, I've two words for you: "The LARCH" WHEREIN, the same visual image/referent is paired with differing and purposefully absurd acoustic signs to the effect that the thing, its essence, and its signification breaks down in a puff of British humour. Of course, if refried is getting out the bombs and prybars, all talk of philosophy becomes swiftly irrelevant and we all become well-armed materialists.— October 1, 2009 10:35 a.m.
Things That Go Bumping In The Night
I am super jealous of Fish now. Would that I could watch a scary movie and wig out like nobody's business! That's the whole point of the enterprise, but my fears lie elsewhere and scary cinema just doesn't do it for me. I love being terrified, however, and if I had your proclivity towards being frightened I would probably be glued to a horror movie right now.— October 1, 2009 2:06 a.m.