Monday, April 23, 2001

If you've got a pair, visit www.nerve.com and look around for a selection of Joe Wenderoth's "Letters to Wendy's"

Wednesday, April 11, 2001

I wonder what life's like in Boston these days?

Tuesday, April 10, 2001

Ah yes, the taste for colorforms in a bowl.

Flavored daydreams of hallucinatory recollections, wascally wodents mask our neighbors true identity for a negative second, beyond which lie an eternity wondering why!
Sudden uncontrollable urge for Fruity Pebbles.
Unfortunately when they see themselves, they will be looking at a machine.
Individuals are nothing without the societies that surround, captured in real-time from the audience.
All people that pass before its art literally convince ourselves to believe past and present, which surround and influence us, a societal influence potentially more accurate as a description of the video feedback circuit that continues to capture and recreate the state of being achieved during commute.

Idyllic settings w/ poverty.

The things we do for love…
Now I too am guilty of not blogging. Have we nothing to say, friends? Have the thousands of dollars spent on our educations been spent in vain? There is nothing so sad as someone with nothing to say. I mean really. How many people in our world are really worth listening to? Hopefully our friends are worth listening to, but what if they don't say anything?

Thursday, April 05, 2001

Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
I... I... blog it all!
Blog cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, blog is fleeting, and influence ends.
Money cannot provide us with anything lasting, fame is fleeting, and blog ends.
Blog cannot provide us with anything blogging, blog is fleeting, and blog ends.
Blog cannot provide us with anything blogging, blog is blogging, and blog ends.
Blog cannot blog us with anything blogging, blog is blogging, and blog blogs!!!!!!!!

I'm sorry, but un-blogg-ed.

With all love, humilty and respect.
Expect a 180' turnaround on this anti-blog sentimentality.
(It's an embarrassed apology masked as inflamed righteousness... oh how it itches!)

Marshall

Wednesday, April 04, 2001

"Suspicious Meats" is a great band name. That's a band I'd like to hear. Didn't Elvis do a song like that? "We can't go on together with Suspicious Meats..." Then in the early 90s Dwight Yoakam covered it, but he changed it to "Suspicious Minds."

Let's all brainstorm on other good band names, shall we?

1) WombStretcher
2) Spankensteins (did I mention that about 2 months ago a band called "Spankenstein" opened up for a band I was playing with?)
3) The Glass Dildos
4) Charlatan Heston
5) Pig Fucker
6) Pig Fucker 2: Water into Swine
7) Queerleadr
8) Blog Fuckers
9) Blog Fuckers 2: Marhshall and Will Don't Blog
10) The Anal Bivouacs

Does anyone here remember the term "Anal Bivouacity" This is the term which refers to the degree to which one's anus may be used as a bivouac.

If you look up synonyms for "bivouac" you come up with a nice selection of euphemisms for anal sex:

1) Lodge temporarily
2) Camp
3) Make camp
4) Camp out
5) Put up for the night
6) Pitch a tent
7) Sleep out
8) Encamp

And…my personal favorite:

9) Rough it
I have something to admit:

Wednesday April 4 10:41 AM ET
Two Held for Selling Human Remains

CHISINAU (Reuters) - Two people have been arrested in the Moldovan capital of Chisinau on suspicion of selling human remains from a hospital as dog meat, officials said on Tuesday.

State television reported that prosecutors had launched a criminal investigation after two beggars were detained late last week at a market with two bags of ``suspicious'' meat which tests later proved to be human remains.

``The question is how human body parts left over from operations at a cancer clinic somehow ended up being sold on the street,'' said Tudor Suveica, a Chisinau prosecutor, in televised comments.

Police in the impoverished eastern European country believe the remains had been dumped in a municipal litter bin near the hospital, which beggars had then rummaged through.

I want there to be a geriatrically-modified bong by the time I'm 60...maybe it could deliver calcium?
I remember a certain someone who used to have a t-shirt (which he then gave to me) that read: "Don't you hope you look this good when you're 60!"

The answer, of course, to anyone who saw this t-shirt streched across the strapping, barrel chest of it's host, was an exuberant YES! YES I DO WANT TO LOOK THAT GOOD WHEN I'M 60!!!

When I'm 60 I want to drink piss.

Tuesday, April 03, 2001

I'm scared.
I'm going to scare you when I'm 60.
I want to scare 60 year-olds when I'm 60.
I want to make teenagers that scare music when I'm 60.
I want to make music that scares teenagers when I'm 60.
I hereby retract my evil comments: I will spread only love and understanding from now on.

Monday, April 02, 2001

Last night was foggy and cold, but nevertheless my housemate and I made the foray into Cambridge to show support for Will Claflin's 26th birthday. Although I'm not claiming full responsibility, I did find-out something that night that may have contributed to a singular occurrence of gut-busting karmic retribution for the young lad on his special day.

We can all learn a lesson about keeping vital information from your friends! The equation is as follows:

Not telling your friend about a hot chick that desperately wants to bang him

=

Mistaking a glass of urine and cigarette butts for BEER on your birthday! YUM!

How was it, Will?

I post this as a warning to Will, Marshall and those that foolishly choose to tempt their fates by not posting to this site…Urine is NOT a delicious cold-filtered alternative to sharing with your friends!
Happy Birthday to Willicent Claflin. You lead the cheers in my heart Willy!
It looks as though this is really just a forum for Anthony to talk to himself. As if that doesn't happen enough anyway. Hey everyone, look at this dolt trying in vain to get a fucking conversation started between a group of friends he doesn't see that often. Five minutes of your day to post a message. But I guess that's just too much to ask. Do I sound angry? Salty? Disgruntled? Or is anyone even reading this? Here's a question: If a blog falls in a forest and there's no one there to hear it, does it make a sound? Am I getting upset over nothing? Perhaps. After all, my fellow bloggers have posted nothing and I am upset. Yes. I am upset over nothing. I sure am glad we cleared that up.