Wednesday, October 10, 2007

excuses (drama queenery)

This seems to be my season for sickness. The last couple of days I have gotten appallingly better acquainted with parts of my biological functioning about which I much prefer to remain in blessed ignorance. Oh well, as my friend Dave likes to say, what doesn’t kill you gives you a good excuse to drink. I do have a theory that last night I was briefly possessed by the devil. Now I know what those poor Loudun possedées were going through. Supposedly the prioress, submitting to her first exorcism, not only did the standard foaming and screeching, but broke two of her back teeth. Well, I’ll never laugh at bootheeled Jack again! So, all notion of writing about Calasso, Reich, and Bela Tarr’s The Outsider has been driven out of my head. Sorry.
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  1. northangerOctober 10, 2007 at 4:04 PM

    i'll raise you no money, one cigarette, five bucks, last year's christmas soup & a bunch of ritz crackers.

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  2. northangerOctober 10, 2007 at 4:06 PM

    wait. five bucks'll buy a pack of cigarettes. so i'll raise you old christmas soup & a bunch of ritz crackers. & some cheese.

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  3. rogerOctober 10, 2007 at 4:40 PM

    north, the last thing I need is food, I assure you. I'm giving up food. I'll take up some other hobby - maybe birdwatching - but it is no more food for LI.

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  4. northangerOctober 10, 2007 at 4:51 PM

    i bet you're still drinking beer.

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  5. rogerOctober 10, 2007 at 5:38 PM

    North, beer wasn't an option while I was possessed by the lower gut demon. But tonight, I'm gonna try to drink a tall one. We shall see.

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  6. northangerOctober 10, 2007 at 5:54 PM

    begone! lower gut demon!

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  7. rogerOctober 10, 2007 at 6:12 PM

    Hey, that's my devil!

    "She's apparently combined judo, brazilian jiujitsu and sambo, and utter craziness into some kind of worldbeating kung foolery. Her general ring strategy looks like berserker punching frenzy until she can latch onto one of your extremities, which she then locks and dislocates, and then stomps you into weeeping mush as you roll around screaming in pain. Occasionally, she throws you around the ring for a bit first."

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  8. northangerOctober 10, 2007 at 6:36 PM

    dunna worry cap'n. we're on it!

    AQ 342 = 10TH SPIRIT OF GOETIA.

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  9. northangerOctober 10, 2007 at 6:44 PM

    hey, what do you know about Lowell Bergman?

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  10. northangerOctober 10, 2007 at 7:28 PM

    AQ 166 = COUMARIN = BETA SHEET = NIC, JULY 2007.

    AQ 523 = A NICOTINE DELIVERY BUSINESS = THE TROUBLE WITH SLYTHERIN.

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