Monday, December 31, 2007
Who is Gary Louris anyway?
The only way we can get our blog to appear when you search under the logical key words is if we mention Gary Louris, the "other" Louris. Gary "Louris" was born in 1955 and is a country musician, according to wikipedia. He was a longtime member of a band called the Jayhawks, based in Minneapolis. The real Louris, on the other hand, has a very tenuous connection to Minnesota but was born in a much cooler city than Toledo, Ohio. Unfortunately, his fingers are a few inches too short to play the guitar...
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Yule-tide
actually has extra special meaning when you're BALD at CHRISTMAS. Of course, if you're as hairy as ever and blackish and glossy to boot, you probably don't care. In other news, 7-foot blooming rose bush on Christmas. For those of you trying to figure out where we're writing from, you can rule out Chicago. In other news, is it fair to have to work a double shift as watch-creature of a fiery hot furnace with no perks or appreciation or gravy (used literally and figuratively)? I ask you!!!
PS Vromyar is no more. He tore his doorbell out of the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the plaster and our hearts. His last act as a resident of the building was dramatic, as befits him. It might be just a coincidence, but ya don't see so many dead cucas around these days.
PS Vromyar is no more. He tore his doorbell out of the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the plaster and our hearts. His last act as a resident of the building was dramatic, as befits him. It might be just a coincidence, but ya don't see so many dead cucas around these days.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Vromyar Strikes
This from the rat's nest:
So this dude Vromyar lives on the ground floor of my building and is at least partially responsible for all the dead cucas on the ground floor. This is because although he is steps away from the trash bin on the street, he leaves his trash out in the hallway, flicking it out the door with attitude, or even out the window. He is weird in several ways and if it weren't so late I would elaborate. One of the potential themes of this blog could be Vromyar profiling. Like, I detect bits and pieces of this dude I don't know and try to build up a profile. You: Hey, don't you have anything better to write about, like P.T.? Me: Guess not. So here's a Vromyar tidbit, start profiling. Christos Dantis at full blast at midnight on a Tuesday. Specifically, "To palio mou palto." Please. In another installment I'll relate K's actual run-in with Vrom himself, or should I say, face-off.
Another feature may be my crotchety old-maid observations made on P.T. This due to the fact that I spend a good deal of time riding in every type of PT every day, except the tram. Auto eleipe.
Dear readers, take my word for it that I know how to punctuate but that is for another venue.
Living in this city, you learn to use all five senses, and when to turn them off for your own survival. Perhaps we will sometimes discuss smells...
Also, thespians and AEK fans, but that could get us in trouble before we even begin.
Also, the unfair distribution of maxi-breaks. Like, who decides who gets to veg out on huge maxi breaks and who has to go back to the city and work (even though most of September is spent schmoozing).
And hey, the rat's nest is being renovated (eventually) and I may need input.
[Dude, I should get a "Rat-atouille" poster for the door as a sort of joke and warning to all who would enter. Maybe I'll use my connections in the video club world.]
Auta pros to par.
Let's see where this thing goes. Please protect the anonymity and location of the author of this blog, Sir Louris B-----son and his faithful assistant authors if you know it or figure it out.
So this dude Vromyar lives on the ground floor of my building and is at least partially responsible for all the dead cucas on the ground floor. This is because although he is steps away from the trash bin on the street, he leaves his trash out in the hallway, flicking it out the door with attitude, or even out the window. He is weird in several ways and if it weren't so late I would elaborate. One of the potential themes of this blog could be Vromyar profiling. Like, I detect bits and pieces of this dude I don't know and try to build up a profile. You: Hey, don't you have anything better to write about, like P.T.? Me: Guess not. So here's a Vromyar tidbit, start profiling. Christos Dantis at full blast at midnight on a Tuesday. Specifically, "To palio mou palto." Please. In another installment I'll relate K's actual run-in with Vrom himself, or should I say, face-off.
Another feature may be my crotchety old-maid observations made on P.T. This due to the fact that I spend a good deal of time riding in every type of PT every day, except the tram. Auto eleipe.
Dear readers, take my word for it that I know how to punctuate but that is for another venue.
Living in this city, you learn to use all five senses, and when to turn them off for your own survival. Perhaps we will sometimes discuss smells...
Also, thespians and AEK fans, but that could get us in trouble before we even begin.
Also, the unfair distribution of maxi-breaks. Like, who decides who gets to veg out on huge maxi breaks and who has to go back to the city and work (even though most of September is spent schmoozing).
And hey, the rat's nest is being renovated (eventually) and I may need input.
[Dude, I should get a "Rat-atouille" poster for the door as a sort of joke and warning to all who would enter. Maybe I'll use my connections in the video club world.]
Auta pros to par.
Let's see where this thing goes. Please protect the anonymity and location of the author of this blog, Sir Louris B-----son and his faithful assistant authors if you know it or figure it out.
Monday, August 13, 2007
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