Thursday, February 24, 2005
"ain't nobody ever find me"
-Apparently our household was on this show last night.
Does anyone possibly have a copy of this that they may want to lend to us?
I'm doubting that anyone who reads this has tivo, but hey it's worth a shot.
-Longtime internet friend Jackie was in Halifax this weekend to visit her real friends Rachael and Jimmy Limit. Rachael also had a birthday on monday.
I always feel weird when I'm introduced to people that I 'know' from the internet (blogs, messageboards etc.) I always feel like I have to say "I'm Mark...from the internet." Jackie wasn't weird at all.
I hate talking about things/details/information that I found out through the internet super highway. Some people try to be good at it and say things like 'I heard you stole a wrist band from Rachael's house', but I'm all like 'You heard?! You didn't hear shit stop trying to normalize the internet.'
I don't want to talk about your favourite movies because I read about them on friendster.
"Tell me the sort of man you would be attracted to and I will affect the demeanour of that man."
All of this has nothing to do with Rachael, Jackie, or Jimmy. I 'heard' they did some Ouija'ing last weekend. You should ask them about it.
-There's a Policy of 3 anthology out now on Ebullition.
-Tricia told me that I should read "Goodbye Chunky Rice" on Sunday night. On Wednesday night Brenna lent it to me. On Thursday morning I started to read it. You're like a flower that's grown too big for its pot, You have to find out where you belong
...otherwise your head will explode or you'll wind up homesteading in the woods outside Nelson, B.C. babysitting the neighbours kids while you're ingesting copious amounts of homegrown weed. You'll brag about going 'back to the land' and how B.C. has some superdank bud. Your life will be too similar to the Furry Freak Brothers for you to ever tell the difference between the printed page and your own life, most likely you won't care. You'll stare at the static on the television screen and remark to your roommates that it isn't the television that causes insanity, but insanity that causes television ("seriously dudes think about it...").
-Apparently our household was on this show last night.
Does anyone possibly have a copy of this that they may want to lend to us?
I'm doubting that anyone who reads this has tivo, but hey it's worth a shot.
-Longtime internet friend Jackie was in Halifax this weekend to visit her real friends Rachael and Jimmy Limit. Rachael also had a birthday on monday.
I always feel weird when I'm introduced to people that I 'know' from the internet (blogs, messageboards etc.) I always feel like I have to say "I'm Mark...from the internet." Jackie wasn't weird at all.
I hate talking about things/details/information that I found out through the internet super highway. Some people try to be good at it and say things like 'I heard you stole a wrist band from Rachael's house', but I'm all like 'You heard?! You didn't hear shit stop trying to normalize the internet.'
I don't want to talk about your favourite movies because I read about them on friendster.
"Tell me the sort of man you would be attracted to and I will affect the demeanour of that man."
All of this has nothing to do with Rachael, Jackie, or Jimmy. I 'heard' they did some Ouija'ing last weekend. You should ask them about it.
-There's a Policy of 3 anthology out now on Ebullition.
-Tricia told me that I should read "Goodbye Chunky Rice" on Sunday night. On Wednesday night Brenna lent it to me. On Thursday morning I started to read it. You're like a flower that's grown too big for its pot, You have to find out where you belong
...otherwise your head will explode or you'll wind up homesteading in the woods outside Nelson, B.C. babysitting the neighbours kids while you're ingesting copious amounts of homegrown weed. You'll brag about going 'back to the land' and how B.C. has some superdank bud. Your life will be too similar to the Furry Freak Brothers for you to ever tell the difference between the printed page and your own life, most likely you won't care. You'll stare at the static on the television screen and remark to your roommates that it isn't the television that causes insanity, but insanity that causes television ("seriously dudes think about it...").
