Genes

This post marks the finale of the "YE-series." 

Some didn’t think it was possible, but then again what the hell do they know.  They know nothing. 

Moving on to the "YF-series," I think this years’ posts will be just a ground-breaking as 1997’s.  All except for the month of November.  PETA was not happy.  So many sacrifices.

First order of business is the cost of postage to Japan.  Now rising to the alarming price of seventy cents, I’ve petitioned the California state and Federal government officials to lower it back to nothing.  Once again Big Government has to dip it’s formerly nicotine-stained digits into my pot.  Hope is on the way!  And to top that, I walked to Walgreens today to stock up on prophylactics, and an unshaven man had the audacity to inquire for two bits.  Too bad I don’t speak poor!  He would have received the lashing of a lifetime.

Standish!  Rush!  Sean!  Save my presidency!  Focus on white girls!

I’m hoping that I’m not on the road when my fly trap blooms, but it’s sure taking its sweet time.  I’m going to be gone for over 9 days!  Then there’s a lottery–that’ll be shit.  We know all your secrets. 

In memory of T. Herman Zweibel.  Godspeed.

I’ve been looking at the visitor counter for my blog, and we just passed 1000 visits a couple days ago.  Who would have known that this grass-roots non-profit blog, started 1.6 years ago, would have gone so far?  And we only had to stoop to partial nudity, back when donkey shows were all the rage.  Ahhh, 1997.  What’s that Pat?  Oh you want Jesus to kill me too?  I don’t think he’s into it.

Shit!  He is!

"Letter Signing Held at Council Grounds."

Okay, now my world has been turned on its head.  Brett in the sunlight,
you calm and subdued.  I don’t get it.  That’s it, I can’t take anymore.
I’m going home.  E-mail you tomorrow.  -Nate

Editor’s Note: It’s not that I don’t have confidence in our design, it’s just that due to the weight of the roof and it’s unique fastening assembly, it would be prudent to consult professional engineers before modifications are made.  By reading this in your mind, you absolve us from all culpability resulting from any or all injury received by inhabitants, nearbyers, and Bocce ball champions.  Cuz I’m gunna make monster bank in the future and can’t have this shit on my conscience.

UPDATE 08.22.05:  Thirty-six percent…

UPDATE 08.22.05:  Is non-referentiality so important?  I’m leaning toward infusing some self-ref into some of my scripts, but I keep second-guessing the whole system created last semester.  Next move: lateral topology with locks on the iterations so that organic thickness can develop in the same manner as before (longitudinal and lateral progression) but now with lateral selection on a cellular and organ level.  I cannot wait. 

Ah, a summer of CATParts and RVB’s.  Did someone order an afterglow breakfast?

That’s right!  It was me! 

Watch for the return of the Cindy to shift massive support from her to the Hannitites.  Pro-Cindy wackos must remain calm upon her second-coming otherwise it’s going to radicalize the opposition & weird-out fence-sitters, especially with all of the FSNCNNABCNBCfuckCBS cameras rolling.  AND NPR microphones!  Do Prius’ make noise? 
But I seriously doubt restraint will occur.  Who the hell is pulling the strings for the Dems?  (Is Rove running both parties?)
These idiots are going to fuck this up too and probably lose seats in 2006.  I await the return of Mr. Mondale!  Have you no shame Pisca?

Correction 08.19.05: I like Russ! 

192 hours until the pilgrimage begins.     The pasta at Café Pinguini is great as long as they puree a calf.      Giraffe vertebra is considerably large.                    Never mind I was 70 G in the hole, I guess I didn’t cup his balls. Fuck this bullshit school. VE away scholarships to all their fuck’n buddies.         +It’s not that hard to believe. To get ahead of the game in thesis I’ve starting taking filatio lessons. Now that’s real summer thesis work. Like anyone fucking really does shit in the summer anyway. Laziness.

Yeah but I read. I read shit. Yeah and it like helped a lot. I like have a totally new fesith. And I emailed a dude at the Bartlett and spent 18 minutes surfing the net. And I read. Read books.

I am finally unbound by the pathetic two-thousand allowable
characters constraint. 

Everyone knows that I have so much more to say. But right at this moment, I have nothing to
say, otherwise more bad things will happen to my sponsor. 
The flytrap has caught another spider on his own and blooming is imminent. Documentation will be posted, but I require
a camera. 

A man punched me in the belly two days ago and I’m still
sore. He didn’t even say his sorry.

Now that my matchstick is refilled and back in my
possession, I’m not letting another 2GAX fucker touch it. A bum sold that to me. And he was well-dressed.

Later today my sponsor finally apologized for punching me.