tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316337272011-09-04T02:36:29.315-07:00Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-69231959908427633632007-01-30T09:35:00.000-08:002007-01-31T10:04:40.682-08:00

Old MajorcaPrides of leo, gams of orcaRace with brio toward Majorca.O'er the Spanish sands they perkor in the shallow waters lurkA common ground is what they seek:a battlefield on which to wreakthe havoc of fomented hate;of ancient malice incarnateOne young whale, with sea-borne roartaunts the mammals close to shorebut for his stout and eager hearthe is beached and torn apartA lion mocks his

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-4953627088122307642007-01-16T10:09:00.000-08:002007-01-16T11:12:29.555-08:00

On Monday, all five roommates found themselves with a free day. In a rare bout of camaraderie, each committed himself to the creation of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day haikus. Interestingly, only one of the five chose to reflect the holiday theme in the content of his work.Le Capeur:Epochs past: solsticedid auger slog- Now, alas,blithely tramps winterJason Pepsi:White kids and black kidsPlaying

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-20041972314422302572007-01-03T11:37:00.000-08:002007-01-03T12:06:22.990-08:00

OH MAN HELLO AND EVERYONE!What is up?? So nuts this holiday, I am now making back from Holland to GREATEST CITY IN NEW YORK CITY! IN THE ENTIRE WHOLE WORLD! Okay. What is even up now, yes? Man what it is to be home, I am almost tossing my brain to be saying "oh wow I can't even think is it true?"I know what you are to thinking, OH MAN WAMBLES YOU ARE BRAIN TOSSER! But no, man, let's get for real,

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-13547215279268396112006-12-29T10:01:00.000-08:002006-12-30T07:36:50.243-08:00

Yearly re-cap.Decent year, better than last year, not as good as year before. 8.2/10. Fifth best, all-time, behind '84, '89, '93, '02.Girlfriends: 1 - Shelly. Not bad. Could be better, but will probably not dump her. Great legs, still in shape. Face still free of wrinkles. Breasts smallish, so very little worry about sagging. Narrow hips, fat should not be problem, but will keep close eye

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-57204883917371777872006-12-27T06:18:00.000-08:002006-12-27T06:55:15.077-08:00

Hey everyone, merry Christmas!!!And Hanukkah and Kwanzaa too, for our Jewish and African-American friends.I didn't mean to make those other two seem secondary by mentioning them after Christmas, by the way. I'm sorry if it came across that way. It's just that I grew up Christian, and so the first thing I think of at this time of year is Christmas. I've celebrated it so long, it's like a habit,

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-88771395028825332452006-12-20T06:55:00.000-08:002006-12-29T09:50:07.234-08:00

Fragmentation, conflation, alleviation.Happy Holidays, my quondam comates! In reference to the ternion adduced in the preceding obiter dictum, we find ourselves in the final stage or, perchance, the triangle's apex. 'Tis the season, veritably, and e'en so, I find myself in unseasonably magnanimous spirits. In response to your burgeoning query (tactfully withheld, I'm sure!), be corroborated and

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-25018791652441841532006-12-15T06:38:00.000-08:002006-12-20T08:06:38.700-08:00

On the holiday, it is thought that we might know reprieve.It is thought that anodyne spirits, infiltrating culture's institutions, will improve our fortunes. We become enamored with ornamentation and the prospect of receiving.I have compiled a list of three facts regarding Christmas. At the sunset of our year, I share them with you.Hospitals do not close.Firmaments are not proofed against

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-63855797967549499732006-11-17T06:48:00.000-08:002006-11-17T07:34:27.328-08:00

Hey everybody, what's up. It's Jason.Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Le Capeur (Lionel) got pretty mad about something that happened on the subway, and he kept deleting everybody's posts. Ron actually got pretty mad and yelled at him after he posted a weekend update, and Lionel tried to fight him. It was kinda scary for a second, but Ron was nice enough to just pin him by the couch and not

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-68070188527679714182006-11-15T07:18:00.000-08:002007-01-03T12:13:35.330-08:00

I have sat in the Tudor City. Benches are placed at intervals around gravel paths. Poised on their wooden slats, I have surveyed.The spring gardens might be called verdant. Yet to say such a thing would be self-classfication. Others would investigate your eyes. They would seek deception. Finding none, you would be known. City. You are city. This is not verdant. This is merely planted.There are

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-39802425569218166762006-11-13T07:11:00.000-08:002006-11-13T12:43:29.507-08:00

Salutations and the like.If you have been scratching your protruding pates for the past fortnight, puzzling over the absence of our pontificating periodical, you may now relax your bemused, bulbous eyes. For the source of this peremptory hiatus, you need look no further.Certain events transpired over the weekend prior which fairly threw me into a fugue. I became quite reclusive, and all entries

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-4025357184761401962006-11-01T07:46:00.000-08:002006-11-13T12:46:29.775-08:00

On the evening of October 30th, a 27-year old female in New York City found that she was without a partner for a concert she planned to attend. The show in question, taking place the next evening, was part of the CMJ Music Festival. Attempting to rectify the situation, the young lady put an ad on craigslist. In Brooklyn, five male roommates, close monitors of the concert scene, separately read

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-38465975578727319092006-10-30T11:40:00.000-08:002006-10-30T19:38:02.025-08:00

Hey everyone, it's me Jason.Well this was the big weekend. Halloween, and a huge party most of us were going to. It was supposed to be a lot of fun, but I was a little worried because Halloween can be pretty rough for me.It always starts with someone telling me I should dress like a soda can. They say this because my last name is Pepsi. People think it's hilarious to say those kinds of things.

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1161699694245395782006-10-24T06:57:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:21.239-08:00

Everybody is saying last idea for Raymond sitcom is terrible bad, so guess what, now I get to writing movie idea, and oh SHIT this one will be all fucking so awesome. I am sorry to make foul language but you are not going to BELIEVE every kind of thing I have for this movie if it is not to earning some billions of sum for everyone who helps I will be saying "what?" for being surprised. This is

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1161362314036199192006-10-20T09:05:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:20.026-08:00

I am the new roommate. You are no doubt informed.I have inherited one-fifth of a blog. The others have each ceded one-twentieth of a blog. These are the fractions of my admission. I find it quite interesting.I am not prone to self-description. Germany is my country of birth. I find machines comforting. Kites have a controlled freedom which is quite thrilling. A child can be their master, yet they

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1161103457568214702006-10-17T08:57:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.960-08:00

Awesome weekend. Does not get better than this. Actually had fun with girlfriend Friday. Did miniature golf in Chelsea (fight with attendant), romantic afternoon on piers, beautiful sunset. Spent night together at small bed and breakfast. Her father paid. Very classy. Stole soaps and bathrobe. If caught, father will be charged.Shelly happy. Nice to be with her. Realized she is pretty great

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1161008272093210352006-10-16T07:08:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.904-08:00

Well, it finally happened. After seeing about fifteen people over the weekend, we narrowed it down last night and made our decision.His name is Zygmunt E. Schmidt.Zygmunt is very quiet, but very polite. He still has kind of a light German accent. He's studying architecture, he says, but I guess it's freelance. He seems real serious! He plays sports too.It'll be nice to have some new blood around

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1160759302920402152006-10-13T09:45:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.843-08:00

Hey everyone!Today's a great day, because we found out we're getting a new roommate!When the construction guys came to fix the fan that Wambles broke, they had a look around, and turns out, it's pretty inexpensive to turn what used to be a sun room into a fifth bedroom.Here's our set-up:As you come in, there's the living room. Le Capeur's room is on the left by itself, in the southeast corner.

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1160516055775531422006-10-10T14:15:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.784-08:00

Betwixt the linear rigidity of earthly horizons, temporal and fixed beyond slight variation, and the fluid, spiritual ether which cannot be grasped and yet governs still, truth hovers in cubic, melting form, sprinkling its gifts by inexorable dewdrops, inviting the specimens below to gaze upward, mouths ajar, tongues extended in anticipation. The source of these small inklings, be it a He, a She,

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1160233817384858522006-10-07T08:00:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.726-08:00

Man such bads news. Last night I am posting on stupid message board which I have vowed for to quit.It is eight months since I post, but last night I go back oh why so stupid.Some frankly idiot makes thread about Holland, says there are many dykes there wink wink. He does not mean what you think he is using second double meaning for to say lesbian.I drinking maybe six bottles for wine that night

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1159907035119988072006-10-03T12:46:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.664-08:00

Hey everyone, it's Jason.I'm sorry about the last post I made. It's not a good idea to write when you're drunk, because everything seems sad. Isn't it strange that people still drink alcohol all the time even though it just makes you really depressed about not having a girlfriend and stuff?Boy, was Le Capeur ever sore at me! He hasn't let me post again until today. I practically had to beg

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1159811863335067042006-10-02T10:22:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.607-08:00

Friday, Saturday:Girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend.It is what it is.Went to Museum of Modern Art. Completely boring. Tried to sneak off, could not get away. Museum curator eyeing me entire time, very sexy brunette wearing red vest and black tie. Probably a 7, but hot uniform makes 8. Tried to lose girlfriend for two seconds, impossible. Would have been easy sex for sure.Not happy with girlfriend's

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1159566772330569372006-09-29T14:35:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.551-08:00

This has so bad written big all across its face.Oh man.Everybody is not home but Wambles oh yes he is home. It is not at all fortunate.I am writing down comedy tv show maybe thirty minutes. There is HUGE fan on roof, like spinning eight times. So fast, I mean it.So thinking, I am probably can grab onto fan. Maybe I am spinning very fast, will be so awesome.No my friend is EXACT opposite of

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1159380266203418452006-09-27T11:02:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.485-08:00

Tidings of dread! Affrayance, woe! And chivalry dead, what e'er thou shalt go!Forsooth, thunderheads descend. A disgraced populace hath today slumped its slinking form beneath the oleaginous puddles scarring the scandalized earth. We are debased, befouled, and recused from grace- for I, reader, have once more been dealt egregious offense by the corrupted whoremongers of the Metropolitan Transit

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1159215578367379952006-09-25T12:39:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.360-08:00

Weekend Re-CapFriday:So-so. Three girls, one stay-over. Ratings: 6, 8, 7.Started off okay. Dinner with girlfriend at "English Italian" restaurant mid-town. Ordered cheeseburger, girlfriend mad. Restaurant pretentious, made her split bill.Girlfriend had work. Made Jason hit bars with me. Love him, but dude is awkward.Girl 1: 6. Decent start. Short girl, large chest. Bar called "Grass Tavern" in

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1159125284834171172006-09-24T11:45:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.303-08:00

Wow.Another Rider's Cup has come and gone, and I am just all smiles.Those of you who watched it today (is it on tv in America? I think most European events aren't...) saw that I beat someone named Karlsson from Sweden or somewhere. It was a good solid win, and I really struck the ball well all day. The final tally was 3&2, but really, it was even more lopsided than that. The other guy (I never

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1159078937965249662006-09-23T23:17:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.240-08:00

Thsi has been an weful night.Sorry I'm drunk.Ronhas someone in his room at this oment. It blows. Awesome Ron, more sex for you! Congrats. Fuck.I'm sorry for that language.God. I watched "Band of Outsiders" tongith, wchic is a French film byu Godard. He's a great directors. so mch beauty in the shots. I mean, it amde me really want to go to paris. Looks amazing. Even the Louvre museum.Then I wnet

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1158954514523669822006-09-22T12:19:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.179-08:00

Hello Everyone.Lionel said I could post in his blog. That's nice of him, and I'm not too busy or anything.Today I've been watching the Ryder Cup. It's a golf tournament between American and European golfers. This year they're playing in Ireland. I'm rooting for America, of course, but as usual we're losing right away.Ireland seems really nice to me. I want to go one day. So many people here have

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1158771230304303632006-09-20T07:18:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.119-08:00

An Uplifting TaleThose of you who live or have lived in some nook of the self-appointed "World's Greatest City" understand that the subway system, engineered and maintained by the stunningly incompetent Metropolitan Transit Authority, is a paragon of filth. It is a swampland minus the Friar's Lantern, a steaming bog of pressing bodies, prurient, scavenging rats, and malodorous liquid waste

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1158587255123516742006-09-18T06:29:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.064-08:00

Hello everybody is Wambles Jensen!I am having AWESOME idea about very funny episode onto the television.Think it:You are seeing two of the people go to bed, like husband and woman, and the suddenly every light is going out. It is so dark you can't even see one thing. Not even one, I mean way black.Soon they are to talking with another. And OH MAN the husband is saying 'why do you not try this, it

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1158091852698578872006-09-12T12:47:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:19.007-08:00

How Two Lesbians Might React to an Innocent Query if the World were Not so Full of Over-Sensitive Types:Ron Fariglia, a male human, wanders into the coffee room at work. Two women are having casual conversation by the sink. He has seen them together before, and knows they are both single. A question burns in his mind. He approaches.Ron Fariglia: Heyyyyyyy guys.Lesbian 1: Hello Ron.Lesbian 2:

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1157733845467650362006-09-08T08:31:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.951-08:00

A Recusant Sea Chantey to Herald the Coming of Fair'r Thyme(Written by a homeless man playing a broken ukulele)(It is better for the reader if you concoct your own 4/4 time nautical tune and sing along. I have my own, but as someone ignorant to musical notation, there is no way for me to communicate this ditty.)REQUIEM FOR POSEIDONVerse 1:I found her standing on the seaweed pileCounting grains on

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1157647037648878892006-09-07T09:26:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.895-08:00

A setting on this blog made it impossible to leave an anonymous comment until today. You could only leave a comment if you had your own blog from this server.This means that all intended comments to date could not go through. I estimate that over 100 comments have been lost. This is just a guess, though; it could be up to 5,000 lost comments. There is no way to tell, much like the casualties of a

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1157641403934888902006-09-07T06:42:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.840-08:00

Lengths to which I'd go if I ever became extremely agitated and couldn't find an appropriate outlet such as a large pillow to beat forcefully:-Building a wax model of Mohandas Gandhi, situating it in a public outdoor location, and constructing a mechanical arm which continually feeds him big macs through a distending mouth. The exhibit is titled "McHunger Strike."-Pouring gasoline into a

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1157476293627400762006-09-05T09:46:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.786-08:00

Phone ConversationsThe Male Secretary and the Supercharged BusinesswomanMale Secretary: Good morning, Janet Rankin's office.Supercharged Businesswoman: (tersely) Margaret Thom for Janet Rankin.MS: I'm sorry, Ms. Rankin won't be in until ten o'clock this morning.SB: (nearly shouting) Ten O'Clock??!MS: Yes, that's correct, ten o'clock.SB: (angry sigh)MS: Could I take a message?SB: It's almost ten

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1157428981611661722006-09-04T20:18:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.729-08:00

Three possible conspiracies that wouldn't piss many people off.1)Ronald the neighborhood ne'er-do-well arranges for the delivery of a dozen roses to his mother at her workplace. Upon receiving the flowers, Ronald's surprised mother opens the card. It reads "I've always loved you. -David from down the street." She leaves at lunch time, finds David mowing his lawn, and kisses him passionately.

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1156965484460440522006-08-30T11:22:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.677-08:00

An Open letter to my mother.Dear Mother,I'm writing to confirm that I received your recent e-mail, entitled "FALL CLASSES FOR MEN."Even before examing the body of the e-mail, I could tell from the subject that this missive would be especially appropriate. As you're no doubt aware, colleges and high schools across our country are presently coming into session for the 2006-07 academic year, and

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1156795532117587272006-08-28T12:41:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.624-08:00

An angry old person: I'D'A DONE IT!Who are all these people running around with cell phones? HWWWWAT????When I was in the navy, those damn gadgets and their light displays would've gotten you pegged by every damn Jap in the Pacific.It would've gone like this:Midshipman: Hey Molly, I'm still on the Pacific.Molly: I have something terrible to tell you...Midshipman: Is it little William?Molly: I've

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1153836211855083882006-07-25T06:58:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.566-08:00

Anger toward women: SPARE ME10 Notes to All Future Chicks I Date:1) You know that rap-dance move where a chick puts both hands at her sides, palms down, and sort of hops backward butt first? Well I fucking hate it, so spare me. The chick usually has her head turned to the side and is smirking like she's about to blow your mind. This makes me even angrier. SPARE ME.2) If you just want me for my

Le Capeurnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633727.post-1153833793411707032006-07-25T06:13:00.000-07:002006-10-30T10:07:18.503-08:00

There's a dude who gets mad at all this little shit all the time and puts up signs all around his floor immediately after. The other day this lady ran into him because she wasn't looking as she turned the corner and because she was walking incorrectly on the left side of the hallway. Within ten minutes, the dude had put up a wall sign reading "PLEASE ROUND THE CORNER WITH CAUTION!" Once the

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