(hypergolem) deathly ill, Alan. Increase of fever dreams regarding Clive Barker selling him a horse: 1000%. And yet, this “badly” is better than . Sentient, I shall start a review. Hypergolem River Review. Increase kickbox/pilate matrix of other water-soluble reviews: many%. But I am just a virtual robot, remember. And here’s something interesting: (/golem)
Mon, January 27 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Runes have a long history in these parts, particularly in the early development of the Minnesota School of Poetics (1362-present). The impact of permanence-the carve, the angular harshness-delineates a 1:1 relationship with word:world. Carving provides sanctity, and therefore every bird is one bird, and facilitates workshops in the energy psychotherapies, works as a mentor for [...]
Wed, January 22 2003 » Evening/Quail, Minnesota » No Comments
Quail just handed me a slip of paper. Came across a “web log” that compelled with strange axioms. Its premise was indeed startling-write in the voice of a 17th century London-dwelling man, with full “old school” diction to boot. I don’t know who is writing this web log, but he (she?) has a grasp of [...]
Fri, January 17 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Wed, January 15 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Back! Took the dirgible to Erie for a weekish or so. Here are some pictures from my times new roman: *MAY take a little while to load* As you can see, it took a couple of tries to pull Evening out of the icy deluge of Presque Isle. That was a memorial day! And here’s [...]
Tue, January 7 2003 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
It’s been a Joey Bishop kind of day. Always my favorite. OMG, did you see that Microsoft butterfly in that commercial advertisement for MSN? The one where he’s knocking shit over! Going around the city, turning off radios, overturning card games, so those from the gated communities will NOT HAVE TO BE SUBJECTED to city [...]
Fri, December 20 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Last night we decided to git[sic] another turkey, just for the hell of it. See, we have these extra dumplings. And cranberry juice. And cough syrup. Halloween is long over, but it was festive. I had my job to get back to on Monday (talk about a gray game!), but I wasn’t trying to think [...]
Mon, December 2 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Hypergolem’s nursing wounds. Thanks for the cards, audience-on-other-side-of-glass-wall. Picking off the clickthru rates from trees. That harvest of epic snippets. Evening’s game of choice of late? Bang you’re dead. And also, I love you? By you I mean the game of Marco Polo. The gray, gray game.
Wed, November 27 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
I’m not sure who invented ELO. But it is a good emulsifier. I once met Jeff Lynne at a family barbeque. Over the ole sweet n’ sours, he told me a great secret. The secret is this: the classic, twilight album Secret Messages (1983), when played backwards, contains no messages. That’s why the MI-5 loves [...]
Mon, November 25 2002 » Evening/Quail, Music » No Comments
Evening’s been reading Shadow of the Torturer. It’s awful, she says, just awful. He’s not really a torturer, I say. Well, he is-was-but not really. Severian’s a good guy. A swell guy. Sure, he has problems, but who doesn’t? He’s the type of guy that you’d want to introduce your mother to. In fact, I’d [...]
Fri, November 15 2002 » Evening/Quail » 1 Comment
But soon, soon, it will be 1991. Feeling-what’s the word I’m looking for? Whitesnake-esque. White Lion-esque. Not exactly rocken like Dokken. Evening has been quiet, contemplative. She’s starting to dig a hole in our back yard. Putting things in there. “You are not the czar of ptarmigans,” she told me, and I said, “All right [...]
Sun, November 10 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Fri, November 8 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Fri, November 8 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Quail and Evening were happy to hear of my return from the world of fantasy. A realm, if you will. There were those who asked after my 2 feral friends, but I didn’t want to give said friends (the covey) too many ideas, inflations. That they’ve fans. So since when has the Elect treated the [...]
Thu, November 7 2002 » Evening/Quail » 1 Comment
“Weblog Self-Analysis”? Hypergolem needs tweak. Though it makes points. Ulrich? or is it Urich? Web-log/Internet necessitates fact checking, does it not? But I’ll let that slide. Turkey’s basting well, btw
Mon, October 28 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
With great jubilation, the three of us went searching for our proverbial Halloween turkey for this year. With the All Hallows’ impending. As you might imagine, Halloween is a keystone holiday in our household. It was cold in those turkey farms. They all kind of blurred together, esp. the hippie free rangers. Oh the long [...]
Wed, October 23 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
A parliament of sediments. Reading The Styles, having none. Perhaps if Evening and Quail had an eating contest then all the world’s problems shall ungrammatically be solved. How to eat an espresso bean slowly. How slowly? Kenny Rogers slow roast slowly, that’s how slow. Go to Brunei for best. Why do I “feel” so alone [...]
Tue, October 22 2002 » Evening/Quail » 1 Comment
I have, throughout the day, been answering, in mostly accurate fashion, a series of questionaires from the Hypergolem. And who, might you ask, is the Hypergolem? It, not he or she. It is a belated birthday present from Quail. She made/found it for me. Hasn’t shown her face cards on that one. As is her [...]
Sun, October 20 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Thu, October 17 2002 » Evening/Quail » No Comments
Pardon the aphorisms, the college-circuit jokes (dim student unions, an almost sad comedian, populated w/ lacquer tables and people sitting at them who have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than sit in a student union, fries up). Evening says already I am losing it. Our relationship is turning from puregrade Transformer quality [...]
Wed, October 16 2002 » Evening/Quail » 1 Comment
