The Waters
by Dr. Pants on Apr.13, 2007, under Life and the Universe
There is no question in my mind… things are a’changin. Deb just left for Oslo after a photographer she knew, many years ago, needed her for a newspaper ad. It was a spontaneous call. She did modeling before… but not in the years I have known her…. We’ll see. I like money.
Also, have you ever been to Digg? Well, it’s a social place. It, basically, shares news about all kinds of shit.
When, as a teacher, I am looking for ideas, lesson plans, and other crap that would help me teach, I find I am presented with so much shit. Sometimes I find a great idea but I need the book they are talking about (for all the students) . Sometimes I find a great lesson plan but I need to purchase 20 different things… Then there is the ‘I must subscribe (only for a little money a month) to buy things I can use.
Phooey! I prefer free. Shit, I spent 8 million dollars to get my education. I buy too much shit as it is.. just because I care.. So I thought…
” Why not use the duder site as a social site for teachers? ” Let’s help each other out dammit!
Who knows what from there…
April 15th, 2007 on 7:05 pm
I’m free to do what I wont…
April 16th, 2007 on 2:02 am
any old time…
April 16th, 2007 on 2:41 pm
So hold me
Club me
Cuz I’m a seal
Remember when you blocked my IP a couple of years ago? One of the queefs over at dungtongue is apparently unclear on the pataphysical construct, so I’ll have to use some proxies and get medieval on their asses.
Osama bin wishing he’d never matriculated at Virginia Tech
April 17th, 2007 on 7:07 am
If I blocked your site once it is because I thought you were someone else. You are too valuable a customer to deny Discopants goodness to.
April 17th, 2007 on 3:23 pm
Come on. Fess up, Pantaloonie. It’s OK.
You banned me because I’m an asshole, which is one of the things I’ve always liked about Vonnegut and Bukowski, the former having used a drawing of his own anus in his signature and the latter having published a wonderful collection of poems called All The Assholes In The World And Mine.
Hell, I’ve even banned myself a couple of times on my own site, not realizing that I had posted horribly offensive comments about my usual offensive comments. I never write unless I’m completely wasted and in a blackout state of consciousness, because that’s what I learned from Ghost Dog and the Dr. Faustroll.
Check the site later on to see how I link Virginia Tech to Kurt Vonnegut and suggest that sending all creative writers to Gitmo would be worth it if it helps prevent “just one incident like this one that George and Laura had to cut their vacation short to address somewhere in the future.”
Just call me Ishmael Axel Lite
April 17th, 2007 on 11:25 pm
Oh just shut up! … you had me at Ishmael…
April 18th, 2007 on 3:53 pm
Hey! Pants! You talking to me? You talking to me?
Say allo to my leetle fren!
Video to follow.
April 18th, 2007 on 7:52 pm
What do you fuckin’ think? Huh?
April 18th, 2007 on 8:37 pm
Thinking is for pussies and liberals. I’m on autopilot, heading for the break of dawn, or the violence, or violets, on my casterboard of love!
April 19th, 2007 on 6:50 pm
I wonder what it is like to be among the dead. I know them. They visit me. But they always talk about the past as if it is the future. Here are some films for you:
Castle Keep - a view of the war without end that begins with a question about what century it is and proceeds through the observation of an American Indian being run over by a tank who says he always knew it would end like that to a tableau of indiscriminate munitions inspired destruction that I’ve always considered the ultimate bedtime story for NOMF children.
Vanishing Point - a race to the finish line that only anticipates the finish line.
One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest - Imagine if McMurphy was a short well-armed Korean.
The Matrix - See One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest
Apocalypse Now - Bullshit until they get beyond the bridge.
Scarface - My leetle fren is the god of hellfire.
The Twisted Nerve - Hayley Mills is hot, dude.
The Night Daniel Died - funny as shit.
This Guitar Wants to Kill Yo Mama
Whirled Peas, Brother, but don’t bother.
Osama bin counting your blessing on is heavenly ledger
April 23rd, 2007 on 7:54 pm
Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head.
Get up, get up, get out of bed.
Look up, look up, your God is dead.
Live, laugh, get stoned and be happy.
Osama bin making notes about how to throw a rhubarb cream pie
April 24th, 2007 on 3:57 pm
Really. Wake up! Wake up! That dream is coming to get you.
April 24th, 2007 on 6:59 pm
Eat me, donkeys.
February 12th, 2008 on 6:51 am
Grease the donkey. Waaah!