the plot sickens

whatever happened to pong?

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Game over. Put the twenty towards the Save Didi's Internet Fund. That was really my motive here the whole time anyway.

can't afford to feed it anymore...

• gokogo @ 11:44 PM

I'll cover your losses.

I recently gained the nickname 'Huge,' which I respelled as 'Hughe.' It's not a name there, but a word that I believe, for the sake of the bet, and to keep you here, you would like more than anything to be called.

Hint #1: First two letters: Who would most likely serve you a 'Duff's' pilsner?

i don't piss i don't shit...

• gokogo @ 11:28 PM

Since you didn't guess on another letter, I'll take the first letter of your post as a guess, 'I.' 'Bet' as in, I will give you that amount of money if you disagree that you'd rather be called by the word under the scary noose.

You have stumped me on the Dead Milkmen lyrics.

just you and me...

• gokogo @ 11:16 PM

I see a pop-culture pattern emerging. Here's all 'R,S,T's, L's and E's'

If you're confused, thanks for not just posting a '?' Alcohol and the posting of text are the non-prescription drugs I use for my own sanity. The drink's recommended usage is weekly. The latter's is daily, and tides me over til something more substantial can be obtained.

I read your aim profile regarding the preservation of your Internet account. Will you swear on the $19.95 bet?

surfin' with the vietcong...

• gokogo @ 7:26 PM

Do we have any 'R's? No sorry, no 'R's.

I can be quoted exactly as saying something to the effect of, "Between Hamm's brewery and [the plot sickens] I think I'll be able to make it through this year in Milwaukee."

I'll bet you $19.95 that you'll wish you were named this word, once you've figured it out.

HE'S ALRIGHT...!

• gokogo @ 2:05 AM

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Can't think of any others?

Care to try a complimentary consonant?

with all this commotion these tough guys appear...

• gokogo @ 12:41 AM

Monday, September 22, 2003

Jagging on the free floating anxiety that comes with drinking a can of Pepsi, it occured to me to check this unhooked log. In any case, nothing_g***, I believe not either list contains a word that produces the 'z' sound when spoken. I challenge you to find one that meets the criteria. Does the alias freebasehero have a 'z' sound? Maybe when spoken drunk. As for the list of names...

oh, ladies and gentlemen, you should all be rounded up and shot...

• gokogo @ 12:40 AM

Friday, September 19, 2003

Nothing much to say other than this will be the first entry on a Friday. Rob's sitting in my chair, so I type on my knees. (And that's all, Sicko.) Still, nothing fitting to say even in this position. My mind's recent flatulence has been preventative in all creative endeavors. A bit of something to chew on, however. Due to a recent Rob'servation, 'cobbler' has been replaced with 'make' as the most sick-chill-giving word in the English language. Saturday's yours, Ms.

give that butt a kiss...

• gokogo @ 7:28 PM

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

It would probably be woven into American flags for the bed sheets in Saddam Hussein's and Osama bin Laden's rooms in the White House. Though I'm sure the Afghans would sell.

• gokogo @ 12:20 AM

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

There should be a bounty on Taliban pubic hair, but terrorism jokes are so last year.

• gokogo @ 2:10 AM

Thursday, September 11, 2003

Smash, crash, weren't it a blast?

• gokogo @ 12:25 AM

Thursday, September 04, 2003

I had planned a rant concerning the profession of inspirational speaking to edge along a discussion. I had asked the questions for a needed change of topic. Thanks for returning the favor. It was likely that the plot would dive to the drooling dull doldrums had no one done anything.

Ah, my old nemesis. Paternal to creation, made of sand, the thing with wings, the 4th dimension.

Funny you should... ah. I flew the northwoods to the center of the compass rose tattooed on god's own left hand this afternoon, to now sit leg-on-armrest in front of a foreign computer. The hour of departure from both of these places for some time to come looms behind the pale light of dawn.

Yes, time is almighty untimely. To follow up the last paragraph, academic timelines are the most warped of all. In the time it takes to zone through one period of college calculus, I feel I could compose, proofread, edit, send away for copyright to the Library of Congress and receive confirmation for a lengthy term paper.

Yet, the minute hand spins like JFK Jr.'s altimeter back in the dorm, while I'm making promises to myself to crack the spines and breaking them on each major tick mark. It might be a prudent venture to switch on the aim timestamp.

Ah, aim. I am occasionally the entertainer. You seem fairly proficient at entertaining yourself, so I take your fun as a high compliment.

Back in time. My holiday ends, and we may or may not have our last dance. A carrot will regardless be singing baritone in my ear on my way down 51.

The secret of time? Stop and sniff, but don't get stung.

• gokogo @ 11:59 PM

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

Which do you think is worse? Knowing the future holds ultimate disappointment, such as predicting the eventual loss of the new sensation from a new album from one of your top four; or reflecting on your own horribly awkward actions in the past, such as mine which contains a number too plentiful to mention one particularly...?

Which do you think is much better? Anticipation of something that is sure to max out the entertainment gauge, or driving along summoning memories of incredible situations that perhaps were never planned to be as rocking as they were?

Is that emo?

• gokogo @ 9:54 PM

You're Italic, do something!

• gokogo @ 5:59 AM

gee-off

• gokogo @ 1:21 AM

Olfactory sensations. The sense I overlooked when dubbing tooth pain as the single most intolerable experience. Although smoking a pack point five every day, my sense of smell is still keen enough to detect the bitter smell of insects on a blistering summer day. See fictionfiction.net/#blog c/o 'nature boy' for complete commentary, but tonight I witnessed a toad snap two bugs into its jaws by way of its adhesive tongue. I had never been so entertained in two minutes. Hmm. Worst smell on this earth? Matt and Jon's refrigerator. To do with the hair, however; what I find worst about removing a knit winter cap is the texture change of the hair. It's as if it is made of thick wax, and is being suctioned by a giant Oreck. Which would look something like this.

• gokogo @ 12:10 AM

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

There's a fine line between doom and destiny.

• gokogo @ 9:02 PM

It•al•ic: Of or relating to ancient Italy or its peoples or cultures.
You do happen to be somewhat Italic yourself, so perhaps I should concede before your collective italics beat my collective italics and their families bloody with baseball bats and bury them in a cornfield.

• gokogo @ 7:08 PM

Now our italics will suck equally. <i>Whatever will we fight about?</i>

• gokogo @ 1:27 AM

Monday, September 01, 2003

Ping.

• gokogo @ 9:06 PM