tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67522342011-07-08T07:30:36.727-04:00Ode to ZionScattered musing on happenings, diarrhetic ramblings, and whatever else teeters by me along the path to Zion Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1084573184662658992004-05-14T18:15:00.000-04:002004-05-14T18:19:44.663-04:00T Minus 85
It's been a while since the last post. Still nothing. Why is it impossible to express a coherent thought? Maybe it's just been a tense week. Hopefully, the next post will be a little more appealing than this plea for serenity. My heart's been beating irregularily all day. And no, that's not a metaphor.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1083880402276678652004-05-06T17:32:00.000-04:002004-05-06T18:00:48.390-04:00T Minus 93
You Say Art, I Say Institutionalized Crap
There's this new field of art gaining popularity in the world. I think of it as the black sheep of the art family. Like that weird cousin who travels to Africa a lot, doesn't shower, and has this permanent funky smell that follows them everywhere. Meet performance art. Instead of painting, sculpting, or drawing, people feel they need to Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1083361185704408532004-04-30T17:22:00.000-04:002004-04-30T17:47:59.576-04:00T Minus 99
A Public Service Announcement
Mullet hunt season has begun. Around this time when the hats and winter gear come off mullet chasing begins. For those who would like to locate one of these near extinct 'dos, the subway and downtown core are prime territory. Baseball games almost always guarantee a sighting of the rare white man's afro. I'm no professional but I've been enlightened to Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1083265664769913262004-04-29T15:00:00.000-04:002004-04-29T15:12:02.200-04:00T Minus 100
I feel empty today. Maybe its symptomatic of something else. Possibly connected to the fur on my sandwich.
Disclaimer: Anti-Freeze is poisonous. Imbibe on your own risk.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1082940474939348582004-04-25T20:30:00.000-04:002004-04-25T20:52:45.750-04:00T Minus 104
Who Needs Slaves when We Have Subservient Chicken
Thanks to those good people at Burger King, when we're tired of ordering their underage, dimwitted workers around (if I ever enter that Temple of Cardiac Arrest), we can order around their sandwich filler. Tell the subservient chicken to do his master's bidding: play dead, skip, or roll over.
I read people actually believed that Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1082754236396234162004-04-23T16:44:00.000-04:002004-04-23T17:08:05.763-04:00T Minus 106
Through the centuries man has developed and progressed to the highest levels of social etiquette and class. Most people are loath to be labeled rude or self-centred. However, that has of yet not penetrated bathroom behaviour. Specifically, those individuals who walk straight from the urinals to the door. We can see you. We notice those hands swipe across the walls and handles. Keep Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1082670614877430532004-04-22T17:41:00.000-04:002004-04-22T17:54:22.263-04:00T Minus 107
Long Live Liquids
I don't have wisdom teeth. Lucky me since everyone I know is getting them out. Why have I been spared the chipmunk face and that attractive jaundice hue? Conclusion: I have evolved. Those wisdom teeth are going the way of the wooly mammoth, because we are no longer a species who rely on their teeth but rather swallow their calorie intake in quasi-liquid form. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1082603580143481862004-04-21T22:54:00.000-04:002004-04-21T23:21:55.200-04:00T Minus 108
Beware the Cushion, for She is Unworthy
I must say the worst invention ever in household furniture, or decour if you would like, would have to be the melding of the couch and the toilet. Personally, I find it revolting to sit on upholstery that would be more fitting to sleep on. The sink-down feeling is not something I would like to experience while in the bathroom. Nor do I Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1081546478697817212004-04-09T17:24:00.000-04:002004-04-11T17:41:13.436-04:00T Minus 119
First day complete now. The ride was a little bumpy, spilled my drink, pants dirty. Now, it would be nice if I could coerce a few comments. I feel that I'm just blabbing with no one listening, more than usual that is. That was a subtle hint to leave messages, it's anonymous so any name can be written, be it Stu, Larry, or Hakim. No one will know it was you. Write something so I won'tMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1081541795200514252004-04-09T16:10:00.000-04:002004-04-09T16:20:59.356-04:00T Minus 119
Why, wwwhy is there such a dearth of creativity. I feel like I'm being sucked down into a black hole of dullness. Eh, we fight the good fight.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1081534876564432222004-04-09T13:10:00.000-04:002004-04-09T14:36:49.576-04:00T Minus 119 days
I'm having much difficulty with this asinine contraption.
Curse thee lack of programming skillsMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1081533988170560702004-04-09T12:50:00.000-04:002004-04-09T14:36:15.153-04:00T Minus 119 days 23 hours 50 seconds
Oh! How I inch closer to the club.
I hope they bring steak.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752234.post-1081533630729844152004-04-09T12:20:00.000-04:002004-04-09T14:35:48.856-04:00T Minus 120ish Days
Mail is still empty. No reply yet. So far it seems I'm heading to the club. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07475195998615497892noreply@blogger.com