“The Last King of Volver.”
“The Last King of Volver.”
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.11 16:24. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/11/amindovar/
Apparently it’s actually Urdu.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.10 15:47. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/10/carte-cadeau/
Near-perfect homosexualist aperçu de joueb (emphasis added):
An attractive Australian guy in a Speedo made me a lewd proposition and then made a partially successful attempt to finger me. “Are you from Oceania?” was my mind-bogglingly nerdy response to him. God, I should win some sort of nerd award for that one.
Then again, the foregoing came, appropriately, from a near-perfect homosexualist – someone so very much more acceptable than that adipose accretion of disco hamburger tromping around Manhattan in army boots, or the building-renderer made of balsa wood who thinks a straight trainer working him out every day will turn him into a “musclebear” (“my people”), or the man with the ampersand tattoo who posts shirtless, eyeglassless, ratlike photos of himself each week. Let’s put blogging on the list – second after graphic design – of things we are no good at doing.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.08 22:22. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/08/oceania/
An uncommon daytime sighting of a raccoon. (This one is at least not mortally ill.) But as with the nighttime sightings, it is perfectly possible to take as many pictures as necessary until you get the one you want.
There was a difference today, though. I took a step to get closer, and the raccoon communicated “Now I am obligated to hide behind the trellis.” It was able to impart annoyance or resignation as it unhurriedly waddled under the step. I snapped a flash picture and stood a little bit too long, forcing it to show resignation again and walk into its hiding place.
Raccoons are surprisingly able to suggest emotional states. It is akin to offending a penguin, which happens even to tall, boyish, adorable penguin-keepers with movie-star names.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.07 17:41. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/07/diurnalist/
Using Twitter to emulate the worst kind of LiveJournal airheadedness or using it to list every step one takes to conquer the remaining 1% of the Canadian accessibility business one does not yet have?
You people are supposed to be smart and discreet, respectively.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.06 18:06. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/06/worse-twit/
And less pretentious than, say, the cheese shop’s.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.05 14:52. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/05/bankgothic/
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.04 15:03. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/04/armin/
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.03 16:55. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/03/microgramma-walkway/
Via the “March and April 2007” Punk Planet, which curiously failed to publish my letter complaining that they use multiple f-ligatures in Mrs Eaves but cannot spell words right even on the cover, comes an interview by invert writer T Cooper (sic) with Crazy-L, a young white Detroit rap artiste who is not Eminem in two ways: He isn’t rich and famous and he’s got muscular dystrophy, scoliosis, and a brain injury. (If only he were also a black lesbian! Then he could be invited to speak at tech conferences.)
“And he was literally dragging himself around this smoky, half-empty club in the wee hours of the night, trying to convince [un]interested and jaded-looking hip-hop [fans] to drop a measly five-note on his CD.” Also, his “friend” fucked him over by “losing” all the tracks for what should have been his latest album.
Now, obviously somebody like this is going to have an ugly monstrosity of a MySpace page, the genre of which, no matter how Ze Frank and Patric(k) King dress it up, shall never be considered in good taste at any time between now and when the sun goes nova.
But hey! Somebody hire Crazy-L for a sit-down job so he can ply his wares without wearing out his wares.
The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2007.03.03 14:37. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2007/03/03/l-fou/