Friday, April 22, 2005




people of earth

why are you looking for this picture?

What are you googling for

I cannot figure it out

I have heard that it is a vast conspiracy, but to what ends I know not.

There is rumour that the innernet is filled with such issues.

But that is not important.

What is important is what brought you here?

And don’t get mad cuz I spelled xan wrong.

Oh & have you seen the video that that pic is from? I have not. If anyone can give directions to acquisitions, see my staff at the jurk storr.

Gracias & aloha.



via associated press

Lakers complete one of worst seasons ever

..."This season is a step," Lakers star Kobe Bryant said following a season-ending 106-103 loss at Portland. "It seems like a very small step, but it's a step."

The Lakers' 34-48 record was their third-worst since they moved to Los Angeles in 1960, and they finished behind the Clippers for only the third time in the last 27 years...


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

And now I will bask in the patheticness of what an achievement it is, to beat your crosstown rivals. Yes. We beat them, by sucking just a little less. Sad but true, the terms of our not-so phyrric victory. when scraps are all you get, you gotta be happy when you get a big scrap, yes, you know what I mean, of what I speak, I see it in your eyes, you, me, we’re on the same page, fuck all those other people, it’s people like you & me that know what’s really going on on this crazy marble.

Or do you? Now I’m wondering, you’re tricking me. Hmmm, suddenly this is all very haphazard and extremely unsettling, you don’t know what I know, about the cosmic catharticness on the crystal orb of cittorakk do you? Of course you don’t.

this is your nba championship, clip fans. savor it. it's... disgusting, isn't it? nod your head. congratulations and get back in your cage of doomed iniquity. ie: hopelessness. when it comes to clipper incredulity, or, rather, incredibility. suitably. (hope lives eternal), so spoke atticus fitzgerald, founder of our movement. 1853. my great great grandfather was there. he was, uh, 37 years old. i have lithographs. don't fuck with me.



Tuesday, April 19, 2005


In reference to the master thesis: the tally’s at 48,744 words. Some gold, some platinum, some lead, some notes, some scattered thoughts, some developing stream of consciousness flooding into full display of scene and in the future for this intrepid reporter or anyone of merit that can be conned into assisting, a monster editing job of hell.

In reference to the new pope: discount the guy’s looks (sin city meets house of fabric) or age (can someone say "buffer pope?") or skin color (hispanics make up about half of catholics, and they were due a voice, one you knew they weren’t gonna get, but nonetheless), all of which kind of irritate me, not that I have anything against white people, notwithstanding that suspicious fucker in the mirror, and you get the most important piece, his politics, which apparently lean (heavily) to the conservative, not sure you’d even call it politics, but “conservative” in this sense basically meaning, it seems, that he’s not gonna bend the rules, adapt the church to the world. ie don’t hold your breath for condoms, any type of progressive sex education, or other nods to so-called “reality.”

“the world must adapt,” said a mystery voice in my head, and that is kinda the stance, or apparently will be the (continued) stance of the church, which is the last thing we needed, we being the world, cuz I ain’t catholic, even though I signed this thing saying my kids would be, but I’m pretty sure the priests signed something saying that an altar boy wouldn’t have to slob on bob, so I ain’t gonna sweat the details too much.