That's right, let's put those features that Josh has built in to this fine entertainment system to use! Use the random post button! Use the timeshift!! Go back in time! Find an old post that perhaps had few responses, respond to it! Give it a second chance! Perhaps it was born at the wrong time, perhaps TODAY is that right time for that post!!
Or perhaps you will find a CLASSIC post that had some fantabulous witticisms by some of your favorite Killoggers OR EVEN Killoggers that don't Killogg with us so much anymore.
EXTRACT those quotes!! Feel free to cut and paste them in the responses! This is a day for old posts! A day for old Killoggers! A day for NEW Killoggers! And a day for rampant use of the exclamation point!
That's right, I have been inspired by the resurgence of the Crawfish Boil post! Also, I am the ONLY one in the office ALONE with our new coffee machine! Free coffee right here right now all the time!
I've mentioned this in some posts before and haven't gotten much feedback on it so I'm giving it a post of its very own.
Josie and I have decided to start a cute little 'zine about baristas and coffee bars. We want to get this lil' duder out pretty soon (if I can peddle it at APE is a plus) so your submissions and contributions are greatly appreciated. If any of you current or ex barristas (and i know you people are on here) have any stories, rants, reviews, comics OR ANYTHING ELSE that you'd want to give us, it would be greatly appreciated. If we're lucky we'll be able to make some cute buttons with the 'zine that say "I'm Barristadorable!" and who wouldn't want one of those?? Come on now.
If you have any interest please get back to me via e-mail or responding in the comments section.
In case you didn't know, a judge's (Judge Lefkow) family was recently killed. It was assummed that it was in retaliation for one of her rulings. Well, a man was involved in an altercation with police, and killed himself. In his car was this note:
February 13, 2005
TO WHOM IT SHOULD CONCERN
When you read this I should be dead, so I am writing in the past tense. I was on my way to Justice. For over 12 ½ years I was violated the way Nazis and terrorists violated peoples rights and I was deprived "to live" my life.
Those who violated me are:
Doctors Henry Briele, Dennis Galinsky, Edward Brunngraber, Barry Wenig, Howard Kotler;
Lawyers: Eileen Lysaught, Barry Bollinger, Michael Krause, Karie Valentino (probably previously Karie L. Giganti), Thomas Browne, Matthew Henderson, Meghan O. Maine, Laura Wunder, Lara Kaufman representing defendants and Margaret O'Leary representing me in 1997;
Judges: State of Illinois - Philip Bronstein (Cook County Circuit Court), Jill McNulty, Thomas Rakowski, Joseph Gordon of Illinois Appellate Court, all judges of Illinois Supreme Court, djudges of Illinois Court of Claims, and
Federal judges - David Coar and Joan Lefkow off Illinois District Court, John Coffey, Frank Easterbrook, Daniel Manion, Terrence Evans, Ann Clair Williams of Court of Appeals for the 7th Circuit, US Supreme Court judges.
The closet name to describe them is SHIT, because they are all criminals like Nazis and terrorists like bin Ladden & al Qaeda, and don't know "how to let live".
definitely going to see the animation show, (bought tickets for 7:25 show if you want to tag along -- may sell out)...
may go to some party thing at RIFIFI / Cinema Classics afterwards.
it's also the NY underground film fest this weekend, but nothing looks that good other than the crispin glover movie (which also doesn't really look good, but hey...)
call me or come find me if you'll be around and want to hang. my number is posted here.
Hey e'rybody. One of my favorite reality shows is about to start another season and of course I am completely without cable. Is there anyone who'd be interested in taping Project Greenlight (now on Bravo) for me? I'll provide the tape.
I have a lot of unpaid bills lately. I think I might actually pay them tomorrow, because I just got my new checkbook. My new checks have Hello Kitty on them. How much better I feel now, about signing my hard earned money away.
I had a long conversation yesterday, with Mae West.
I drove an hour to see Mae on the big screen. I wrapped my delightful new pink and white coat around myself, and stared at my sparkly rhinestone ring as I waited for the lights in the theater to dim. For some reason, a young man turned around and looked right at me.
"Do you come to these revivals often?," he asked.
"No," I replied. "I am from Baltimore. I came down here to see Mae West."
He looked shocked, and said "well we will have to talk more about Mae West after the movie. I've never met anyone who liked Mae West before."
Mae wowed them. 'She Done Him Wrong' is such an amazing ego trip of a movie. The first ten minutes consisted of various echelons of men describing how beautiful her character is.
Mae came onto the screen, not half as beautiful as you would expect... but then her motions eased all doubts away. Mae unabashedly went about collecting what is rightfully hers. Men cowered and submitted. Supporting actors fed her lines to retort to.
Mae.
After the movie, Mae and I spoke quite a bit. She told me I need to wear more diamonds. I replaced the word 'diamonds' with 'rhinestones.' There is no debate, however, that I need to sparkle.
I love my pink coat. Earlier tonight, I pulled its hood over my head as I stood outside the cafe in my short skirt, black tights, and highest heels.
I waited for a man to show up, and he did. He apologized for being late, and I shoved him into the car that my friend was driving. We blindfolded him, and sped off to my apartment.
For one and a half hours he scrubbed at my bathtub with a steel wool pad. This is the same bathtub that I have done some recent writing and thinking from. That fact did not escape me, even as I was pushing his face into the bathtub floor, my heel digging into the back of his chubby, balding neck.
My friend and I had talked earlier, about prostitution in the form of modeling, domination, and appearing on "Fear Factor."
By a certain ripe age, every female has decided what she is willing to do for what amount of money. This includes but is not limited to sex acts such as urination and fellatio, indecent exposure, and eating insects.
My friend and I agreed that peeing is not that big of a deal.
So now my bathtub is somewhat cleaner. My friend and I are each fifty dollars richer.
My hopes have been inspired. I have a song from Sesame Street playing inside my head. The song tells me that I can be whatever I want to be.
I am special.
Try hard.
Succeed.
Kick that retarded little bitch in the head one more time. Make him lick some dirt off of the bottom of your shoe. "Don't you dare lick above the ankle you stupid fuck!"
Follow your heart's desire. Reach for it with whatever tools you have in your utility belt. That might mean you have to take your utility belt off from around your waist, and smack it against a flabby ass that has the words "Mae's Bitch" written on it in eyeliner. Whap!
