31.3.07

Bomb the Moon!

"He's been to a lot of places in Antarctica, but he's never been to the pole." bespoke Jill 04/01/07 at 6:55pm

6.3.07

http://tv.yahoo.com/colin-hartz/contributor/1272289

http://www.moreorless.au.com/
http://salvationjane.net/
http://postharvest.ucdavis.edu/datastorefiles/234-13.pdf
http://www.ocrwm.doe.gov/factsheets/doeymp0115.shtml

22.2.07

Words From The Wise, (or, Straight From the Horse's Ass)

In the interest of (A) serving my fellow man, and (B) getting the Lacan post off the top of this blog so that people will actually desire to read it, I present this first installment (perhaps of many, perhaps the only) of words of wisdom from wise guys intended to help the reader make their way through the arbitrary and sadistic Japenese-styled game show/obstacle course that apparently is life. So, without further ado...

'"They say that when good Americans die they go to Paris," chuckled Sir Thomas, who had a large wardrobe of Humour's cast-off clothes.
"Really! And where do bad Americans go to when they die?" inquired the duchess.
"They go to America," murmured Lord Henry.
Sir Thomas frowned. "I am afraid that your nephew is prejudiced against that great country," he said to Lady Agatha. "I have travelled all over it in cars provided by the directors, who, in such matters, are extremely civil. I assure you that it is an education to visit it."
"But must we really see Chicago in order to be educated?" asked Mr. Erskine plaintively. "I don't feel up to the journey."
Sir Thomas waved his hand. "Mr. Erskine of Treadley has the world on his shelves. We practical men like to see things, not to read about them. The Americans are an extemely interesting people. They are absolutely reasonable. I think that is their distinguishing characteristic. Yes, Mr. Erskine, an absolutely reasonable people. I assure you there is no nonsense about the Americans."
"How dreadful!" cried Lord Henry.'

The above passage was brazenly plagarized from the pages of Oscar Wilde's wonderfully dry, witty, and exceedingly British novel, "The Picture of Dorian Gray."

14.2.07

A Big Day for the Richards Tomorrow!

Though the weather may have smote us today, the two Richards of the Claremont Cottage have dared to give verbal commitments to venture out into the Dantean midwestern hell-scape. Braving frigid temperatures and snow drifts which would give a Yeti pause to reflect on the so-called "important things in life," "Rick" and "Rickey" will boldly explore the contemporary capitalist landscape. Rick will be interviewing for a position at a theatre in the afternoon. This position may afford Rick an opportunity to refine his skillz as a lighting designer. The pay is a bit low, but, verily, it is a labor of love for Rick. As to Rickey, he will be venturing forth into the world of actual employment for the first time in well-nigh a year. This marks a turning point in Rickey's life, as he re-enters the "world of the living" and "works hard for the money." Over the course of 4 hours, Rickey will pretend to interview for jobs in order to test HR candidates. This employment reaffirms the importance of graduating from an elite liberal arts institution. So remember kids, stay in school! Someday you can look forward to following in the footsteps of these two superlative Claremont residents.

!Bomb the Moon!

"If I had hallucinogens, there's no way I would trade them for oral favors." Steve bespoke 02/24/07

"Maybe they like it when people watch." Steve Erickson bespoke 02/15/07

"Was Jonestown in Guyana? I want to visit Guyana." Steve Erickson bespoke 02/14/07

"I'm trying to think of something that's bullshit. Let's take the Nazis." Scott Bakula bespoke 02/13/07

"I'd like to see you try and impregnate me." Rick Corley bespoke 02/01/07

31.1.07

!Bomb the Moon!

"You seem nice, but you're probably a crazy bitch." Jillian B. Caly bespoke 01/31/07

"The 312 is gettin' crunk on your shit!" Rickey Walker bespoke 01/26/07

"I don't want a fuckin' shorty." Rick Corley bespoke 01/25/07

"Some people would hold their sphincters. Not me. I don't give a fuck." Scott Bakula bespoke 01/23/07

"I'm going to take both of my parents to dinner and have the foreskin talk." Scott Bakula bespoke 01/19/07

"My sister was a miscommunication." Rick Corley bespoke 01/19/07

"Keeping my feet clean is something that's become important to me." Scott Bakula bespoke 01/19/07

"I'll sodomize California. Yeah." Steve Erickson bespoke 01/17/07

"You can always get divorced[, but] [t]he Super Bowl is forever" Steve Erickson bespoke 01/14/07

"Man love is not a sport! [...] I should be a wrestler, I weigh fuckin' nothing." Steve Erickson bespoke 01/13/07

"Grow a penis, then we'll talk." Rickey Walker bespoke 01/10/07

"It made me think of you, because it's really gay like you are." Steve Erickson bespoke 01/10/07

"Timely head water?" Monichka Wizgird bespoke 01/06/07

"What I should have said was that ketchup and mayonnaise were coming out of my steak fry." Scott Bakula bespoke 01/05/07

"Watch your back in Ohio," Steve Erickson bespoke 01/04/07

"Maybe Jon Isaac will get a date with Carmen Electra. He likes tacos." - Steve Erickson bespoke 01/01/07

"What is the exit velocity of a baby?" - Richard Corley bespoke 01/01/07

1.1.07

The rise of Cluny

"The Musée de Cluny (hostel of the abbots of Cluny), opposite the Sorbonne in Paris, was completed in 1498 (in less than thirteen years) by Jacques d'Ambroise, brother of the cardinal who was Louis XII's minister for a long time."

Stumbled upon quite by accident, as one might stumble upon a level 60 Elf Mage at a Crescent Guild meeting, Cluny has proven itself to be a formidable ally in the self-destruction of Claremont. Costing a scant $13 per 1.75 L, this blended scotch whisky proves itself a superior value, with plenty of artifical smoke flavouring and the full 80 proof abv demanded to get the residents of Claremont through their socially and economically unproductive and miserable days. It provides the sole ray of hope when the rising sun tickles our eyelids and the last comfort when we cry ourselves to sleep each and every night. Verily, Cluny is a friend that will never depart our side. Save if the liquor store behind our humble abode ceases to carry it. In which case, we will all die alone.