September 10, 2001

post it gallery

Cromlech has just generated the Post It Gallery. It simply rocks. Check out these quotes:

“Post It Gallery has reassured me the insignificance of the entire Internet revolution. I hope its creator burns in a Hell of his own art.”[email protected]

“I wish I was locked up in a small musty closet and forced to eat moldy bread and pull out my eyelids. Well, until I get my wish for a life of unspeakable horror, there’s always the Post it Gallery.”-Jimmy Q. Wendelstroff

“I once wet the bed and wrote ‘penis’ in one of those blank books they have at the Amazing Grace Coffeeshop. I’m funny. Ha. Ha. Ha.”-Jerky Face

September 7, 2001

pushed to the brink by grapes

My car has a flat tire. I keep forgetting to do things like turn off the toaster oven and go to hypnotists. I laughed Doritos up my nose. My rainfly leaks, which really sounds like a personal problem. My email program sends people cryptic, scrambled messages. I’m covered with fly bites and poison ivy. Some grapes pushed me down the stairs. I’m sweaty.

I am a complete and utter mess.

And I am in such a good mood! I’m doin’ the Statesman write-up to get all the youngens to go to the All Mighty Senators show, which is gonna rock! It’s Friday, glorious Friday. I finished the Top Secret Wooch! Recruitment Materials, or TSM!RM as we like to call it to keep it secret. Try sayin’ THAT with a mouthful of crackers:

“Tee Ehss Imm Eschqualmah-damn, look at the mess I made.”

I’m goin’ to Peter Meyer. It looks like I’m gonna catch another fly on which I can perform shocking scientific experiments.

If you’ve got a fresh booty say ‘I do’

[I do]

September 6, 2001

with little ducks

It’s cute how all the freshman think this is still high school. They waltz around the halls all gussied up in their finest finery, trying to establish the trend-dresser social heirarchy. The kids are dimly aware that in a week they will be dragging their exhausted bodies around in pajamas.

…with little ducks on them. Last year it would’ve been social suicide for these students. This year it’s life.

Great. Now that I put up fly paper, all the flies have mysteriously disappeared. The last accessery is in place. This room officially looks like the ghetto. Ha! Got one!

I feel really bad. The hypnotist was here last night and I forgot to go. I’ve been hypnotized the last two years in a row… I’m a kangaroo. Word has it he was even asking for me. I disappointed my ‘fans’, but more importantly I disappointed my hypnotist. I should send him a card or something. Why, oh why didn’t someone tell me it was last night?

September 1, 2001

good goof

Finally a new month. Finally back home in Duluth. Finally back among goof company (oops, I tried to write ‘good’ but I wrote ‘goof’ instead! I’d change it, but goof is probably much more a[[ro[riate).

Finally able to refresh Cromlech.

Today is, in one absolutely beautiful word, cathartic.

I miss you people. All of you.

I’m looking forward to this year.