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Monday, April 23, 2069 10:10 a.m.
Shalom y'all — Cold lampin' ad agency stylee here on the freelance design tip and finally, I have a moment to lump. Sorry that I've been AWOL, but it gets hectic, it gets crazy, it gets hectic, it gets wild. Good to hang with a much extended posse at the Norton Ranch on Saturday night. Book was a welcome addition to the party and hopefully provided some lummply inspiration — and even without a group of Korean businessmen, the spirit of Mah-Chell-Oh somehow managed to get summoned. Next we need to drag Schappe down to NYC for a summit meeting of the Lumpskteers. Can be done I'm told: we have the technology.
Lumpy News Congratulations to Michael Gerrard Halloran for being lucky enough to have Caroline as a mother. The Women of 20 Seminary have now entered a vastly different era. Also...The Nortons (Judith and The Tub) will soon be leaving for Alaska (for those who don't know) where they will attend a two-month long seminar in Point Barrow on applications of sexual imagery in weblogs (I think). Meanwhile... I have a housefull of Swedes and my beautiful parents will be coming up to Sunny Brooklyn on May 21st. It will be my father's first time in NYC since I moved here three years ago. God bless them, the silly freaks who brought me into this world.
Okly-Dokly this cat is Audi 500. Gotta get back to stealing the souls of American consumers. Hopefully I'll be posting again soon. 10-4, over, and out.
— Joshua "El Señor Shuffle" Alvarez
P.S. I too could tell you stories about people masturbating in libraries, but all of you out there in LumpyLand are probably sick to death of "hearing" me talk about myself , so I'll spare you the details.
Monday, April 23, 2001 10:03 a.m.
My favorite Florida politician, Rep. Trovillion, is now going after the real enemy: libraries. Those steamy cesspools of sin & fornication--it's just like he says: "I could tell you stories about people masturbating in libraries in Broward County..."
Gnu "How'd you get so pervy? Reeeeeeading!" No.
Sunday, April 22, 2001 12:09 p.m.
My children, ye shall all be saved. Come one. Come all. Sho' nuff.
Friday, April 20, 2001 04:20 p.m.
Happy 420! Celebrate for me all you non-pregnant peoples. Hey, has anyone ever read the poem by Shel Silverstein about juicy, sticky, stanky, danky, green bud? Can't remember the name, but I know I have a photocopy of the poem in my ganja file. Can anyone find it one the net? It's worth another read.
And I keep reading about all this New Wave nostalgia. I would just like to say that the Ramones sucked. The Cure sucked. Psychedelic Furs sucked. Dead Kennedys sucked. ELO sucked. Actually, every song from WLIR in the 80's sucked. The only song I liked was "Fred From Jupiter" and certain songs from the Pet Shop Boys. Old school hip hop was the bomb. No denying. See ya'll tomorrow.
- Salt-N-Pepa featuring Bennifer on the 1 & 2's
Friday, April 20, 2001 02:28 p.m.
MY LAST DAY AT WORK AND THESE PEOPLE CAN SUCK MY left tit! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Take this job and lump it!
Friday, April 20, 2001 02:03 p.m.
Libby Libby Libby on the label label label!!! Lump on, Mrs. BS!
We finaly have our internet line back up at work--for the last 24hrs, the firm lost its internet service. Definetely an interesting experience is corporate life without the internet. Project languish. Work gets put off. Hey! That sounds like a normal workday to me!
Gah-nooo-no
PS: Much thanks to Duaneypoo, who, over delicious brownies, last night read us The Billy Markham Suite, the very adult Shel Silverstein poem--one heck of a bedtime story. Libby, the intrepid internet investigator that she is, tracked it dow. Whoo-hoo! Happy Friday all!
Friday, April 20, 2001 09:36 a.m.
A great Shel Silverstein poem, but not for you kiddies out there. This stuff is strictly for those 18 and over.
Ms. Elibbybobo
Thursday, April 19, 2001 04:48 p.m.
Way back at the tender age of 11, in Helena, Montana, at Mary White's slumber party, I saw "Rock and Roll High School" . I remember thinking that it sucked and that the guys were all really ugly.
There, Nuno, I posted. Now will you quit harassing me?
Mrs. BS
Thursday, April 19, 2001
Penultimate Ramones experience:
SUNY Spring outdoor festival, Albany, NY. Public toilets, public alcoholism, public displays of snotty student stupidity. God Street Wine opens for the Ramones who in turn open for Digable Planets, finally leading to Method Man. During their twenty minute regime, the Ramones command a small but loyal crowd at one end of the drunken field. Altogether a confusing, and ultimately disappointing affair.
Primary reverse-chronological Ramones experience:
Pittsford Shuffle, March 2001. Ramones "Mania," PJ Harvey "Dry," The Frogs "Starjob," Outkast "Stankonia," Los Amigos Invisibles "Arepa 3000." T-shirt and boxers, tortillas and salsa, six of St. Pauli girl. Sheela-Na-Gig is also a punk rocker.
- Doonces [ungrateful bastard]
Tuesday, April 17, 2001 06:58 p.m.
More fun
with IMDb
(sorry all, those were all I could find)
N.
Tuesday, April 17, 2001 03:15 p.m.
Speaking of IMDb, what do you think of Joey Ramone's filmography/TV guest spots? Joey Ramone on the Drew Carey Show? I just can't see Joey Ramone backed by a laugh track.
(n)
Tuesday, April 17, 2001 02:31 p.m.
Oh Judy, thank you so much! The IMdb link you have for Rock n' Roll High School has the actual movie trailer up! That was great! God bless the Internet. (n)
Tuesday, April 17, 2001 01:19 p.m.
My first Ramones experience was actually watching Rock'n'Roll High School on cable, when the "remote control" was attached to the TV by a long brown cord. For some reason, the Ramones seemed totally natural to me, like they must have always been there, since the beginning of modern music.
Joey Ramone was a lizard. He was a lizard in the way that Jim Morrison never could be, in the way Gibby Haynes aspires to be. His leather jacket was his skin. I will miss him.
Judy is a Punk Rocker
Tuesday, April 17, 2001 10:58 a.m.
Bizarre sign of the times: on the back cover of today's NYTimes, an ad for the NASDAQ prix fixe lunch (sorry, couldn't find it up yet on the Net). At the Smith & Wollensky Restaurant Group (including the epononymous restaurant, as well as Cite, Manhattan Ocean Club, etc), the price of Friday's prix fixe lunch will be determined by Thurs' NASDAQ closing price. So, if the NASDAQ closes at 1850 on Thurs, Fri's prix fixe lunch is $18.50. An interesting way to cushion the blow of a plummeting economy.
N.
Monday, April 16, 2001 06:31 p.m.
Another late night at work means it's time for another installment of Desk Dinner Menu. Tonight we've had a lovely penne in tomato basil sauce with sauteed salmon, green salad on side & a large Pellegrino. Lovely, just lovely.
- Gnu.
PS: found on a Salon tribute to Joey Ramone, courtesy of Bob Lee:
"Haiku for Joey Ramone:
First rule is: reduce!
Broken down: "1-2-3-4!"
As manifesto"
Monday, April 16, 2001 02:23 p.m.
Also in today's news: following up on the fall-out from the cracked-out behavior of Florida's septunigarian bible-thumping senator (after a group of gay & lesbian high schoolers visited the FL legislature in support of including gays & lesbians on FL's hate-crime law, Senator Trovillion spoke on the floor of the assembly, calling the teens "abominations", that God would destroy them all, etc). So, why not send Sen. Trovillion an email and tell him how much you admire his legislative professionalism.
(n.)
Monday, April 16, 2001 10:05 a.m.
If it's Monday morning, mid-April, then it must time for a spankin brand new Lumpy. Some last minute entries were added on last Friday's Lumpy Kegger--if you didn't check them out then, why not browse through the archive now?
What all this means: we've now started archiving the site before any major overhaul--this way, the old site designs don't just disappear & instead, live on, a world without Lump, Amen. So remember kids: for safe lumping, archive before you overhaul.
Speaking of a world without, today brings us into a world without Joey Ramone. The tall scary hairy rockgod is no more. It made me sad as I heard the news on the alarm-radio this morning, but it did start me thinking about today's Question of the Day: What was your first Ramones experience?
I remember I was in high school: a freshman? Most likely, because while I scrawled names like "Erasure" & "Morrissey" on my blue back loose-leaf binder, all the cool guys (after all, it was Chaminade, the Catholic prep school of choice for Long Islanders) would scrawl in big bold evil letters, "Sex Pistols" & "The Ramones." I determined to burst into that realm of coolness. I too wanted to legitimately scrawl "The Ramones" on my looseleaf binder--but first, I had to find out what the hell The Ramones was. So I went looking around for a tape & I came across "RamonesMania", one of the finest collection of 2-minute speed guitar delirium. I remember reading the song titles: "Teeange Lobotomy" (oh my! that sounds painful), "The KKK Took My Baby Away" (KKK? They're singing about the KKK?), "Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment" (Why? That also sounds painful). I couldn't understand these titles back then and so I gravitated to the infectuous carefree joy in songs like, "I Wanna Be Sedated" & "Rock 'n Roll High School." And the next day, back in school and sitting bored in homeroom (a good 13-year old is always bored), I clasped my pen, and scrawled deeply into my looseleaf binder, "The Ramones." People looked at me differently after that. But you know, it could've just been the food stuck in my braces.
-Nuno (Don't Call Me Train-Track Teeth) Santorini
PS: math fun with the Ramones!
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