summer preview

what the free press doesnt want, the internet gets.

“The word flutter arises from an internal spoonerism of a hyphenated and abbreviated butter-fly; the word gist finds its way into and out of biologist, psychologist, and the common misspelling zietgist.”

Thus began Manseto’s summer preview. We had all agreed that the weather would be nice and that gas prices would be high, but maybe that would curtail excessive petrol uses, something we could all get behind. No matter, the enthusiasm we most felt for bermudas, barbecues and bocce was palpable, palatable and paypalable. Senior citizens move to Brooklyn, freshtypes move to Tivoli and some of us just hang about, fretting about bass material(ism). Indeed, readers, it has been all sorts of real this year, so please keep it as such: the press in your head, the free in your hand, the Bard in your heartd.

a man walks into a bar

because hes 21, yea! happy birthday, bobby, OMG i knew yo could do it!

remember when deez nutz was a thing? what about parachute pants? what about nixon? yeah, those were pre-blog, so this will be the last they are mentioned in this blog. from now on, we have a new policy within the polity that is this blog: no pre-blog shit in this blog. we live in a post-blog world where all of us aimless post-humans fret about our post-identities, so lets postblog about it, k? retro-blogging and proto-blogging will be mentioned, but only in the way that budget post-its lose their adherents/ence: tomswfitily. blokes like jokes, but all my dogs LUV blogs.


what did the hindu gangsta say online?

om, g.

running jumping stunning slumping

duders! long time no blog. well, lets talk blogshop. its been a while. i was highbernating: slept like a blog. my blog. since i last updated, blogging has blown up huger than huge, to the point that my good homie/homey tim donovan is vying for the title of "ultimate blogger (2)." altavista that shit, bros, because hes worth it.

heres the big one:

HUGS & DRUGS:
a false binary

another big one:

MY OTHER CAR IS A BLOG
or, rather,
MY OTHER BLOG IS A CAR
or, how about:
MY OTHER FROG IS A BLOG

updates, updates, updates
things are on their way!!!!!

static ecstatic static

blogosphere-

welcome. since inkblogs, linkblogs, vlogs, vlogspots, cats-and-blogs, blah-blah-blahgs, blog-itch, blogcasts, blogarithims, etc have taken over the scene, we hear at the eyes in beans have decided to change focus a little bit. starting tonight, a new phase in the moon:

THE BLOG OF WAR

jk! ok! back on topikk.

here are some things that have been going on in the recent future:
we moderated (this was important)
we are still in love (this is lovely, so to speak)

r + p are fighting because he says there is no value to documentaries and she says that there is no documentary to value. once again, she takes the defensive and p is merely offensive. yesterday patrick did thirteenfour pushups in one row. one row! this guy may be a part of my crew, but i had no idea he was into crew. anyhow, this dudes arms are big big big. rs mouth, though, is big big bigger. now she disses hem (ernie, that is), next she reps the death penalty. to say that this girl is tall is like saying computers are calculators; whatever that means. sorry, this is turning out to be the same kind of blog that has existed since before the term blog or the spelling "google:"
i am so so sad sad sad u dont kno me u never will ataris rule
instead of what i wanted it to be (earlier today and earlier this semester):
eye'm sew sew seasonal-affected; ewe dont but could but might not know me /// neo-geo rules
a new website is coming. get psyched.

the jokes not over, its just getting c/old

J E S s e

a bee sees

well. that last post wasnt nearly as awesome as it should have been. i had this SICK PIK of my DIK that i was going to send the BLOGOSPHERE and that would have been way sweet, natch. oh well.

at least we now know that i can text my blog and it works. how awesome. in other news, i just started another blog. teixt.blogspot.com . no joke. this shit is raw. check it too. im not feeling punny today, so its all about the exciting new blog in this edition. just kindling.

seri, though, brough, out like the future.

WORK PLEASE WORK

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no noose is good noose

one of duchamps seminal works.



feeling blogged down by the amt of work i have. oy! oi! oi!



hey, baby, gimme a kiss

presents and absinthe

went to lecture by thomas "the tourist" struth. watched a kuchar movie with crazy colors and nothing to really discern why hes so well-regarded and dayglo cumshot action paintings are still considered "2 str8." enough content. other things happened today, but mostly they just revolved around a silly new beard style and patricks continual insistence that not only is he not gay, he doesnt even like gay people. whatevs, patchy, this blog isnt about your glove-life.

glitter-done.

this pic reminds me of the easiest joke ever (use it on your friends): two dicks and a couple nuts! -wheres the asshole (then youd have a joke about that other band/crew/administration!!!)?-

bi-curious, sell high

brevity is the sol lewitt

two and one half

friend-

just came from a pol pot luck the theme was consolidation of resources we made a rather large delicious melange stirfry out of all the various offerings i brought my uncles infamous ‘hali-ballot’ having misread the invitation
[fare enough: headline or deadline]

ADANAC is a popular streetname in our neighbor to the north



josef: we are people,
marie: --you are people.

jocaine

one time we walked all over town until we could walk no longer. i met the man with no feet and felt like a shit for complaining about my lame-ass kicks all the while having had have known that gosp'l song. regardless, the leper (foot-less [fancifully]), has a dad named a hammer and an airplane he swears will grooow. we give it a shot. i chute the moon: that former ladder.



ready up?

my new russian gf, LISA, is a FOX.


so. where were we? ah yes! well, blogosphere, ready up for some gos-soup!
-to protect the (not so [lol!]) innocent, ive reduced some names to letters.-
i think p might be g, which is awkward because he swore he was only into d but now it looks like d is into e and p seems to like e also. its wack. m still likes js, ls and k. but i think thats just because she luvs gettin it loften.

l8r, i played bones with my bone dog. after, we tossed some bones (green) to my man skelly greenblat and got some green to roll some bones.

listening to: the killeds.

welcome to the jumble!

czech back frequently for the latest (& greatest!1!) (s)news.

bee well, bumblas.

here is a list of things that happened to me today:
1. woke up in chair. so uncomfortable. peed for fifteen minutes then went to REAL bed in REAL room with NO clothes and went BACK to SLEEP. (awesome)
2. woke up for real. sketchy dreams about maxs bestfriend henry casey. patrick fucked him ruthlessly in my dream and i woke up with the most intense erection. more about the dream: patrick has a shock of red in his pubis region; henry has a tattoo of kevin smith on his right tush cheek. jonah was there too, playing the dietary. i had no idea what he meant by that, but my dad always taught me to let sleeping blogs lay. i had no idea what that meant either, but as jonah always says in my dreams "lost in transliteration." i was unable to pee so i read artforum while teetering drunkenly over the toilet. then i got some water.
3. did some dishes, made some breakfast tostadas, made some coffee.
4. consumption.
5. basically nothing all day. watched roommates play gta into the moon. played handmitten in the rain. started blog.