final lolution

way too much restless probing going on there

I would say "buy a fucking thesaurus" but some people do not need their creepcabulary expanded.

mankato free press? was the dude from mankato?

every junior high and high school has that weird kid who never says a word and idealizes from afar those hot, popular chicks of mediocre-to-average intelligence. they eventually grow up into relatively stable adults. or they find a teenpop thread.

they eventually grow up into relatively stable adults All Thanks to Thom Yorke & The Radioheads!!!

every junior high and high school has that weird kid who never says a word and idealizes from afar those hot, popular chicks of mediocre-to-average intelligence. they eventually grow up into relatively stable adults. or they find a teenpop thread.

-- omar little, Thursday, December 6, 2007 4:05 PM (39 minutes ago) Bookmark Link

did you write superbad?

yes. don't tell morbs.

mankato free press? was the dude from mankato?

-- M@tt He1ges0n, Thursday, December 6, 2007 8:53 PM (1 hour ago)

I would also like to know this thing.

But the women had another revenge to wreak on him. They moved round, smelling him like she-wolves. They were all seeking for some outrage, some savagery that would relieve them.

Mother Brulé's shrill voice was heard: "Cut him like a tomcat!"

"Yes, yes, after the cat! after the cat! He's done too much, the dirty beast!"

Mouquette was already unfastening and drawing off the trousers, while the Levaque woman raised the legs. And Mother Brulé with her dry old hands separated the naked thighs and seized this dead virility. She took hold of everything, tearing with an effort which bent her lean spine and made her long arms crack. The soft skin resisted; she had to try again, and at last carried away the fragment, a lump of hairy and bleeding flesh, which she brandished with a laugh of triumph.

"I've got it! I've got it!"

Shrill voices saluted with curses the abominable trophy.

"Ah! swine! you won't fill our daughters any more!"

"Yes! we've done with paying on your beastly body; we shan't any more have to offer a backside in return for a loaf."

"Here, I owe you six francs; would you like to settle it? I'm quite willing, if you can do it still!"

This joke shook them all with terrible gaiety. They showed each other the bleeding fragment as an evil beast from which each of them had suffered, and which they had at last crushed, and saw before them there, inert, in their power. They spat on it, they thrust out their jaws, saying over and over again, with furious bursts of contempt:

"He can do no more! he can do no more!--It's no longer a man that they'll put away in the earth. Go and rot then, good-for-nothing!"

Mother Brulé then planted the whole lump on the end of her stick, and holding it in the air, bore it about like a banner, rushing along the road, followed, helter-skelter, by the yelling troop of women. Drops of blood rained down, and that pitiful flesh hung like a waste piece of meat on a butcher's stall. Up above, at the window, Madame Maigrat still stood motionless; but beneath the last gleams of the setting sun, the confused flaws of the window-panes distorted her white face which looked as though it were laughing. Beaten and deceived at every hour, with shoulders bent from morning to night over a ledger, perhaps she was laughing, while the band of women rushed along with that evil beast, that crushed beast, at the end of the stick.

This frightful mutilation was accomplished in frozen horror. Neither Étienne nor Maheu nor the others had had time to interfere; they stood motionless before this gallop of furies. At the door of the Estaminet Tison a few heads were grouped--Rasseneur pale with disgust, Zacharie and Philoméne stupefied at what they had seen. The two old men, Bonnemort and Mouqe, were gravely shaking their heads. Only Jeanlin was making fun, pushing Bébert with his elbow, and forcing Lydie to look up. But the women were already coming back, turning round and passing beneath the manager's windows. Behind the blinds the ladies were stretching out their necks. They had not been able to observe the scene, which was hidden from them by the wall, and they could not distinguish well in the growing darkness.

"What is it they have at the end of that stick?" asked Cécile, who had grown bold enough to look out.

Lucie and Jeanne declared that it must be a rabbitskin.

"No, no," murmured Madame Hennebeau, "they must have been pillaging a pork butcher's, it seems to be a remnant of a pig."

Superbad has been mentioned too many times on this message board in the past few days...

o shit..

happy hanukkah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDwEnFhMVOU

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jmabel/470174589/in/photostream

Who was this Maigrat person and why was his depenistration so amusing?

my old 'hood

fhuk

uuuggh

bw Q and corcoran on what street?

just yknow curious

that's from germinal, right?

err, the gelding story –– not the nasty sex

remy i never got your email yesterday

http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/3042/470211413a26cbaff37ht3.jpg

yes grasshoppers, gather around

where is that picture from! i was there for that. at matos's house.

i mostly talked to yeti mike all night outside in the rain where i could smoke in peace. despite having contributed to the village voice for 6+ years, i didn't introduce myself to xgau. i wouldn't have known what to say to him anyway. he's not my holy elder. and i didn't even introduce myself to greil marcus even though i knew he had written nice things about my marooned piece. i was tempted to though! but again, nothing really to say to the guy.

all those years i lived just a train-ride away and i never visited the voice offices either. i kinda regret that. i am a fan of the paper.

ah okay i found them on flickr

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/470174589_2256c84725.jpg?v=0

is that ragget?

yes!

who else would it be?

ted raggett, ned's evil clone

i dunno, he looks skinner than last time i saw him

skinnier, even

[ill-advised mike skinner/ned raggett photoshop]

Snatch the Nuggets from my hand, grasshopper.

man, if a bomb had hit the building that day...

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/472112819_560780d060.jpg?v=0

life would be much as we now know it.

i see a raggett and a daddino and an xgau and a donut bitch.

i bet that room smells of sweat and vending machine snacks

daphne brooks! some guy! kandia crazy horse! some other guy!

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/472112827_28999fe516.jpg?v=0

ned should feature on an episode of the simpsons

jane dark and jon caramanica getting their lounge on.

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/472124207_a003dbd7cc.jpg?v=0

i bet that room smells of sweat and vending machine snacks

-- remy bean, Sunday, December 9, 2007 8:37 PM (15 minutes ago) Bookmark Link

lol, jane dark looks even douchier than his blog would have you believe!!

jane dark gives talks in my fiancee's department but i've never gone

http://www.mansuit.net/2f588e3a97b4fb65f691db12d0e915ae.gif

jane dark looks even douchier than his blog would have you believe

physically impossible? anyway his prissy facial expression is pretty funny

that looks like the worst college class ever

^^^^ OLD NEWS, PERVERT.

There's a lot of smug in those last two pics before the dinosaur.

I don't know those people, but I'm having to wipe my desk down because the smug oozed out of my computer monitor.

That crack-for-fuk deal went down two minutes away from my door!