Giuseppe Zangara

I was soured on poetry after the guy that basically served as my mentor—a published poet himself—admitted that you can call anything you like poetry. All it takes is to publish a few poems in one of the accepted formats and then you can put out a thirty paragraph prose piece and say "hey, this is my new poem" and it would be viewed as such.

God fuck, I'm drunk. This girl needs to get here while I can still maintain an erection. I'm stoked for that new Thomas Pynchon that's coming out next month.

You guys discussing poetry are dabbling in my literary weakspot. I don't do poems.

I can't imagine how it'd work, unless he only did the interviews themselves. I dunno. I met this guy, once. This was about five years ago; I was visiting a friend of mine who went to Brown—this was at the same time Jim Whathisface was there—and me, my Brown-attending friend and the other friend who came up with me to visit were walking around campus one day, when we happened across the future Office guy. He was wearing a pink feather boa, and was introduced to me as someone who was about to spend his impending summer break interning at Late Night with Conan O'Brien. A couple of months later, I saw Office Jim on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, College Edition, wearing that same feather boa.

Oh, it gets worse than this at those parties.

I have a folder here with a whole bunch of book excerpts of which I am particularly fond. Gravity's Rainbow:

This thread, by the way, is turning into every English department party I've ever been to. And I'm fine with that.

I shouldn't have jerked off before this girl comes over.

I love The Sot-Weed Factor:

I stopped reading after

Aside a handful of episodes, I still haven't watched beyond season three. Should I continue to season four?

Well, this is embarassing.

He didn't call me, though I do think of him in my more private moments.

You could post, without any sense of irony or self-awareness, about how you even though you are doing coke this one time YOU ARE NOT a coke person and are not one of those people who always talk about coke, only to post later about all the other times you do coke.

Look at that. I never double post.

This thread would've had potential had this been addressed to someone who might've brought something back to the thread. Did you think admin could do that?

This thread would've had potential had this been addressed to someone who might've brought something back to the thread. Did you think admin could do that?

Chuck Klosterman

Well, fuck. Scratch that. How 'bout John Barth? Call me Giles-Goat Boy.

She's plenty hot now, but her current look is definitely a pose. It's a foxy pose, sure, but a few years ago she seemed more like a fun, happenin' chick that happened to be really hot than now, what with her calculated sexiness.

It wasn't until someone else pointed it out that I realized both Czech and myself currently share David Foster Wallace-related screennames (in spite of the fact I recognized the source of his "Felonies!" moniker the moment he acquired it, I still didn't make the correlation to how it relates to myself). Even if it goes over the head of most, I'm far too self-conscious to pretend it doesn't phase me. What now? Change my name? Maybe a nice Thomas Pynchon-related handle, in keeping with pomo lit.

Oh yeah, Nelly Furtado would get it and get it hard. I'm more of a sucker for her Whoa, Nelly-era look, though.

So far, only Edwin MacPhisto has supplied a viable solution, given the reasonable assumption that the rabid gunman might also be a sexual deviant.

Imarkout4eldandy has chosen to have his head blown off. If you would like to try a different alternative, turn back to page 3.

Re: Smog, either Red Apple Falls or Dongs of Sevotion. Get both, really. Individual songs worth checking out: Prince Alone in the Studio All Your Women Things To Be of Use Cold Blooded Old Times Hit the Ground Running Dress Sexy at My Funeral Nineteen I Feel Like the Mother of the World