Sunday, May 10, 2009

15 Things This Apartment Is Really Into

1. Ocean's 11.

2. Ocean's 12.

3. Ocean's 13.

4. William's bardic skills.

5. 5-5-5.

6. Rib's N. Bib's.

7. National Treasure (c'mon let's all just admit it)

8. Going all out.

9. Roommate Updates.

10. Twitter. (@sealouse, @williamTclark, @blinsay, @zacharyfish)

11. Netflix.

12. Just wanting to hang out.

13. Trying to figure out who is using up all the Internet (no seeding allowed!)

14. Being on each other's cases.

15. Telling each other to get off our respective cases.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Five Days' Notice

Last night we threw a rager so hard that the cops showed up after two hours and we got threatened with eviction--five days' notice.

Landlord's son: "This is your last strike."
People start filing out of our apartment. There are upwards of fifty people. Some of them shake our hands as they pass us, some say "Thanks", a girl stops to put her boots on in front of the cops.
Melancholic: "Excuse me, I have a question...you said this was our third strike?"
Landlord's son: "No, I said this is your LAST STRIKE."
Cop: "This ain't baseball, this is the REAL WORLD!"

Peoples was dancin', peoples was talkin', peoples was havin' a good time. It was better than I could have expected or imagined. Frankly, I never thought I would eventually throw a party so dangerous our landlord claimed the floor could collapse (although he was clearly bluffing). It was sick.

We've written a letter to our landlord and I left a message with their office.

Most importantly: we have no regrets.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Ari is the worst

I LIED CLEVELAND IS

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Rage against the Machine


SOME DUDE PEED ON BEN AT LOLLAPALOOZA

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

I figured it was time for a little bit of a change...

In honor of spring and of me finally reading this thing, I mixed it up a little bit.

In other news, the SeeSaw is still epic.

Monday, April 14, 2008



As far as the politics of the core worlds go, TARKIN was king. He had more pull in his lengthy, purposeful, yet horribley old and decrepit cock than the Emperor did in his massive Sith dick. It wasn't surprising when DARKMOK a fanatical hosiery enthusiast, and low ranking Imperial Officer became incredibly jealous of THE MOFF's antique pair of eye glasses. In fact it was common at that time in the Empire for the more devious of the Moffs to show their rank and black circulations with the wearing of ancient eye glasses. DARKMOK, who was at that time with Jalad at Tanagra, found himself in a strange position, was it the glasses who made the man?
By searching his soul, and pouring through the ancient tomes and scrolls it became obvious that these glasses were owned by SHAKA WHEN THE WALLS FELL, a large amorphous hulk of whispering lips and writhing pours. He had been declared MIA (Missing in ACT-I-ON) nearly 15 some odd moments prior to the moment that had currently eclipsed the once sovereign great moment.
"ah yes" DARMOK thought to himself. His musings were so intense they eclipsed his reality. And DARMOK felt the size and breadth of his quizzications upon his brow. And so it was born, the new era, for the God, of the harvest began the new era.



IT FELT THEIR SHAPES UPON ITS HALO OF FILTH, BLASTING UPON THE EYES AND SOULS OF ALL WHO LET DIMMED AND TIRED SIGHT FALL UPON THAT BLACK CORONA. JETTING ABOUT AND PULLING ITSELF ACROSS ITS OWN HORRID BODY, IT SHUTTERED WITH THE SOUNDS OF DISTANT THUNDERING, AS IF IN COMMUNION WITH NATURE'S FURRY AND RABID BLOOD, WHICH SHOT ACROSS THE SKY IN BLASTS OF WRATHFUL LIGHTNING.
AND SITTING UPON THE SEA ITS WHOLE SIZE WAS KNOWN, AS THE TIDES CAME TO THE HEAD OF EVERY DOOR, AND EVERY MAST WAS PULLED BELOW TO KRAKEN'S HOME. IT WAS NOW ITS TIME.