Furry Eroticism Galore

Posted by Gubgubkolkol in Uncategorized on May 7th, 2009

Sonic in the search for love
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Submit click, 100% Dundee

Posted by Gubgubkolkol in Uncategorized on April 10th, 2009

Since the 8th, I’ve been down here in Key West for no discernible reason other than the fact that it’s Spring Break and Key West sounded vaguely interesting. I got dragged down here because my Mother has a Hemingway fetish (more like HemingGAY), but that’s neither here nor there. I normally live about 45 minutes from the beach, either coast, so there is no draw to going to the Keys. It’s about a 6 hour drive to the Keys, so that’s a day wasted. Driving around Key West, a 2 mile x 4 mile spit of land with streets about 1 (1/2) car lengths wide, free-roaming chickens, and throngs of retarded tourists clogging up the city with their mouth-breathing and house-picture-taking, further extends the 6 hour ordeal into an all of two day extravaganza. I got robbed blind of anything that I possessed. 5 whole dollars for a slice of key-lime pie? 12 dollars to see Hemingway’s house and stroke a 6 toed cat? 200 dollars the night to go stand in ocean water, pay 20 dollars for a fish and tartar sandwich (5 dollars a ginger ale whaaaaaat), and go to sleep on a mattress in a hotel? The hotel was actually very nice. It had a private stretch of rocky outcropping and a scenic section of coastline, but it was a shame that the proles had developed liquor stores and adult shoppes (with booths) next to it. Really, this was a sad waste of a few days. As beautiful as the landscape was, it was far too touristy, as if they needed another excuse besides “Shit’s pretty” to get people to come there.

I got a bitching hat out of it though.

40 dollars for roasted mussels whaaaaaaaaa

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Punch You in the Posts

Posted by Gubgubkolkol in Uncategorized on March 27th, 2009

So in between bouts of flying a YAK-15 in IL-2 (If anyone wants to play hit me up, braws), going to school, yelling at people, typing in all caps, and playing TF2, I reread one of my all-time favorite children’s book, “The Phantom Tollbooth”. The last time I read that I was about nine-ish so I didn’t get the clever wordplay or the mathematical concepts made reality, simple as they were, so upon rereading it was like reading an entirely new book. I remembered the gist of the story, I loved the color symphony, the word market, and all that good and delectable stuff, but I found new humor in the story. I never picked up on the Minister’s use of synonyms, or the Which’s/Aza z’s displeasure upon pretentious language. I never realized the writing style that the author used and because of that, I saw that I missed many enjoyable segments and thought-provoking situations. I was maybe using about 60% of the buffalo, as they say.

But now I’m older. I get all that, I understand most everything thrown my way, but I’m no longer happy about much. As a child I loved just reading “The Glass Elevator” or “The Hobbit”. I didn’t even have to understand what was going on, I was happy just reading. I don’t get that feeling as commonly as I used to. I guess that’s a part of gaining knowledge, but now I look back and I wish I could go back to a simpler time;  a time where I didn’t understand much and was seemlingly happier for it. It took me a children’s book to realize that my life truly has changed since I was younger.

ANYWAYS, “The Phantom Tollbooth” is still a great book. If you haven’t read it, you should.

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99 problems but a post ain’t one

Posted by Gubgubkolkol in Music on February 22nd, 2009

Hola amigos, what’s up? It’s been a while since I rapped with you but I’ve had a terrible time writing this. I’ve been putting it off for quite a while now, but that was only postponing the inevitable.

So consulting my em pee tree player, I only have about a 1200 songs. I can always expand my collection, and my songs have been stagnating a bit. Sometimes I just skip songs that get better after the beginning because I want to listen to something good now. It’s a flaw of mine, but I have begun listening to all the songs one by one. Right now I’d like to ask you, the reader(s if some one besides my host ever reads this) to recommend some albums to me. On the other hand, a great album is “The Cold Vein” by Cannibal Ox. If you didn’t like 36 Chambers, you aren’t going to like it that much, though it is a lot deeper and more human then “Cash moves everything around me C.R.E.A.M”. Another terrific album is “Call to Mind” by Commix. The best drum and bass album I’ve ever listened to, but you couldsay that “Call to Mind”  is called to mind when asked about great albums hurr hurr

Recommend some music, am tired, will read, may get.

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Don’t touch the post like it’s AIDS on it

Posted by Gubgubkolkol in Uncategorized on February 19th, 2009

First of all, thanks to Riverhed for allowing me the space to write here.  Things like blogging don’t come easy to me, as I hate talking and writing about myself. I hated those “What are YOUR hobbies/achievements/goals” papers that you had to write at the beginning of each grade. I don’t know why everyone can write so easily and truthfully about themselves, but that’s one of my shortcomings I guess.

So I’m starting this blog partly because I want to try my hand at this “Net 2.0″ thing you youngsters keep on talking about and also because I want to talk about whatever I want to talk about, damnit. This blog is going to be very general, since I hate tying myself down to one subject and toiling to try and come up with additional word to tack onto writing I had grown bored of. I guess what I really want is some receptacle for my thoughts here; somewhere I can dump the most inane ramblings and feelings. Right now, I feel like even though everything is peachy, there was something that I could have done better and have somehow ruined the entire day by not doing it. I try and remind myself that in the grand scope of things (even in the scope of my short life), what I did or didn’t do was insignificant. Whatever I do, however, ends up being deposited in my teller box of negativity and my metaphorical self then spends the positivity-bucks on warheads and sprite, leaving me with terrible interest to collect later on. It’s as if I had entered a golden age but the thought of sacrificing my great engineer and scientist had depressed the nation so much they refused to build any SS Casings.

ANYWAYS, that’s the end of this post. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

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