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Do I get any e-credit for correctly identifying Mastroianni's unique Italian take on post-war louche existential anomie?

I think you're an attention-whoring little femme.

yeah, I'm not really gonna neg rep. You had to be in the fraternity. Did you wear bro clothes?

Nah, I dressed horribly for years, but not the early 90s broquivalent. I had this terrible personal style amalgam of t-shirts and slacks basically.

I was myself the whole time, I didn't act that douchey except when I was drunk, which was constantly.

But I didn't see a cool movie or concert the whole 4 years of college. No good music, nothing. Terrible.

Bilcero, neg rep.

trust me, neg rep is nothing compared to looking back on college and cringing.

The worst, just the worst.

I have a confession that will make me a SF leper, not that I cut a major figure here.

I was in a fraternity in college.

It's kind of weird because it was the antithesis of everything I thought I stood for. But I thought I needed to learn how to deal with those kind of guys because they run the world.

I hated every single minute of it, but I still did it. And for that I am not proud.

Someone needs to write a Superfuture entry for wikipedia.

i thought someone was just trimming their lawn cause i hear a "bzzzzz" sound, but in fact i think there's a fly that's stuck in the space between my window blinds and my window. rot you piece of filth.

When we were little, we'd catch flies in our fists, shake them, then throw them at the wall.

They fall down dead and it's very satisfying.

Almost as satisfying as hitting a bumblebee with a whiffle ball bat.

I remember as a little kid thinking that the Professor on Gilligan's Island was handsome.

I feel half dead inside. After a certain age if you don't have kids, the joy ebbs completely from life. You're like a walking shell.

Nothing looks cool anymore. The way the first hint of fall comes through the air on an August night doesn't even matter anymore.

Chicks still look pretty good, though, but even that shit's not the same.

Blah.

So would these APC's be worth the 200 euro's?

I saw them in person and wasn't impressed overall with either the look or the quality. Felt clunky to me.

I got the Paul Smith Ricards which I thought were far nicer, but a little painful at $550.

http://www.barneys.com/Richard%20Boot/10431%2e7533,default,pd.html

Couple weeks ago I saw Katsumi coming out of a tailoring shop right on my street on the lower east side.

It was definitely her and we had a little eye contact thing.

Fap fodder for days.

Smashing Pumpkins could open for them (10)

Or the Stone Temple Pilots.

out on tour with the smashing pumpkins

nature kids, i/they don't have no function

i don't understand what they mean

and i could really give a fuck.

the stone temple pilots,

they're elegant bachelors

they're foxy to me are they foxy to you?

i will agree there isn't absolutely nothing

nothing more than me

So, according to the Black Bird website, Wings+Horn took leather boots, soaked them (doesn't say in what), tied them into a ball and let them dry to get that look and texture.

Do you think that could be replicated with another pair of boots, say, the APCs? Soak 'em in water, tightly tie them up and let 'em dry?

Or is that a potential disaster?

Them Wings+Horns is nice.

I'm addicted to wearing all white during weekend days. I feel like a cult leader walking around the city.

yeah... and realized that i have many times before on lsd. like i said, i didnt have the insane visions, but thats because i wanted to lose my ego, not let my mind play games with itself.

Did you meet the self-transforming machine elves?

My favorite story on this general topic is about a westerner who went the Amazon and took Ayahuasca with a local shaman (ayahuasca is some crazy shit, apparently).

After he came down, the guy started telling the shaman how he met these crocodile-headed deities who said they were the lords of the universe. The shaman smiles at him and says (I guess through a translator) "they tell everyone that. They're big liars."

I love reading Terence McKenna about DMT. He says the only explanation is that it's an extra-terrestrial technology for communication between dimensions.

"I came out of the Navy with nothing to call my own but a dance belt and a tube of chapstick."

-Corky St. Clair

Sebago Lake, Maine.

I can still remember a day there in the summer of 1979 like it was yesterday. My Sharona is playing on the radio, going to the snack bar for ice cream, the girls working at the counter (in their 40s now, Jesus), I'm barefoot, sand on my feet.

Sometimes nostalgic memories make me ache.

Redd Kross, 1993 NYC.

Greatest live music experience of my life. The sound, the charisma. Amazing.

Guided By Voices, 1994 NYC. Second-greatest experience. Mesmerizing time.

I'm old.

I'm in full superpist mode right now.

I'm interviewing for a new job at my same company. I'm meeting with people on the team, sending out emails for interviews.

This one bonered up bitch responds "sure, how does Friday at 9 am work?"

"Um, you know what, Friday at FUCKEN 9 AM DOESN'T WORK. It's 9 am in the morning, you hideous beast. WTF is wrong with you?"

Actually, balls in hand, I answered "9 works great. I'll send you an invite so you have it on your calendar. Looking forward to meeting with you."

of course not. even fat kids don't like being seen in public with other fat kids.

My mom is an admitted fattist. She hates, loathes fat people.

I've seen her sneer right in the face of a fattie enjoying a delicious ice cream cone. And I saw the proud fattie look back, with a defiant gleam in her eye. What a moment.

kiehls. ftw.

for health, everyday i take:

multivitamin

rhodiola

branch-chain amino acids

creatine

fish oil

flax-seed oil

green tea extract

Rhodiola is the absolute balls. Great stuff, natural stimulant/antidepressant.

Almost on the life-changing tip.

This prolly belongs in confessional, but I think I would fuck this boot.

I would date this boot.