Greer's Farm
Dude! I hear you loud and clear, just like... hold on, gotta Google something...ok, just like the limited edition Mudhoney/Gas Huffer 7" shaped like a sawblade! That's fuckin' fierce. I can't tell you how many alarms your post set off. Well I could, but then I'd have to smoke you. (Sorry, little joke I have with early detection systems professionals.)
What am I doing?? Besides my heroic feats of humanism? SMSing my life away, running from office (don't be fooled by Ron Paul, he never banged Linda Ronstadt!), working the non-prof sector because there is no community without a center (just made that up) but still dreaming about life as a drugged mule. I'm horribly addicted to a game called Zuma which I play on my phone non-stop when I should be reading a book on the subway and shitter. Thing is, I mastered it 6 months ago but I keep playing the last level over and over even though it presents no challenge. I'm not sure how this stalled pattern fits into Rex Sorgatz's original theory about "the game of life" but I'll take the less circuitous path to the literal - I really like matching colored balls that explode. I swear, it's just like that summer where all we did was eat acid, play Tetris, watch Tron and canvas for the environment. Mother Christ of Superbly Angled Erections, we really did show 1990 what it was all about. Ribbit.
Incidentally, no gf at the moment but I met a sweet Persian Jew last night who I told, 5 drinks deep, that we had a connection. Something about those Bronx Science chickees, so much cooler than the Stuy haps. Anyway, she agreed and we parted without exchanging contact info. That's the crazy part about being Jewish, you rely so much on destiny. We got this far, right? Oddly, I did not meet her at the Birthright Monologues I attended earlier in the evening. How the how was that? Good question. Short answer: rhymes with anti-diaspora. I dunno, Matisyahu was there hanging out and checking the scene but he left before I could start something between him and Aaron of JDub. I joke! But only because I'm serious. I mean, if Showalter pulls the same shit, well let's just say it will be a very sad morning for indie comedy. This is where I would make a Sub Pop reference about Eugene Mirman and tie in something about the writer's strike (btw, YM is officially FOR the strike but AGAINST the strikers - take that, Joel Stein!) but the only advice I have for the starving fuckers is to grow some balls and start their own network. Just don't charge more than $5 a show, ok?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to leave a comment on a 3 year old Gawker post because someone told me that Nick Denton is "following" me.
Bad Religion - "Fuck Armageddon, This Is Hell"
What am I doing?? Besides my heroic feats of humanism? SMSing my life away, running from office (don't be fooled by Ron Paul, he never banged Linda Ronstadt!), working the non-prof sector because there is no community without a center (just made that up) but still dreaming about life as a drugged mule. I'm horribly addicted to a game called Zuma which I play on my phone non-stop when I should be reading a book on the subway and shitter. Thing is, I mastered it 6 months ago but I keep playing the last level over and over even though it presents no challenge. I'm not sure how this stalled pattern fits into Rex Sorgatz's original theory about "the game of life" but I'll take the less circuitous path to the literal - I really like matching colored balls that explode. I swear, it's just like that summer where all we did was eat acid, play Tetris, watch Tron and canvas for the environment. Mother Christ of Superbly Angled Erections, we really did show 1990 what it was all about. Ribbit.
Incidentally, no gf at the moment but I met a sweet Persian Jew last night who I told, 5 drinks deep, that we had a connection. Something about those Bronx Science chickees, so much cooler than the Stuy haps. Anyway, she agreed and we parted without exchanging contact info. That's the crazy part about being Jewish, you rely so much on destiny. We got this far, right? Oddly, I did not meet her at the Birthright Monologues I attended earlier in the evening. How the how was that? Good question. Short answer: rhymes with anti-diaspora. I dunno, Matisyahu was there hanging out and checking the scene but he left before I could start something between him and Aaron of JDub. I joke! But only because I'm serious. I mean, if Showalter pulls the same shit, well let's just say it will be a very sad morning for indie comedy. This is where I would make a Sub Pop reference about Eugene Mirman and tie in something about the writer's strike (btw, YM is officially FOR the strike but AGAINST the strikers - take that, Joel Stein!) but the only advice I have for the starving fuckers is to grow some balls and start their own network. Just don't charge more than $5 a show, ok?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to leave a comment on a 3 year old Gawker post because someone told me that Nick Denton is "following" me.
Bad Religion - "Fuck Armageddon, This Is Hell"
