explicit subtext

i’m in a very public location now and there are scads of looker-ons gaping at my laptop screen. this is giving me a kind of blogging paruresis so i figure that now is as good a time as any to establish a code for all future posts so i can say things without actually having to say them (and thus keep the gaping looker-ons in the dark).

  • if the amount of e’s in a post is a prime number greater than 101: that means that i am blogging under duress and whatever i write IS NEVER to be trusted.
    • i will use the keyword, borborygmi, if the nature of the duress is the threat of physical harm.
    • i will use the keyword, pope calixtus iii, if the nature of the duress is blackmail and most likely involves someone threatening to release an incriminating picture of me and a she-wolf named marla.
    • if the amount of e’s is a prime number greater than 101 plus or minus 1, that means i am being a filthy attention whore.
  • if i ever refer to a she-wolf named marla, i am REALLY talking about my bitching pontiac (who is a baronessa named alessandra).
  • should any of my posts ever contain a spelling or grammar error, that is a secret signal to you that i am getting dirty with a bottle of rye whisky.
  • if i ever grumble that the citrus splash flavour of scope® mouthwash has been discontinued, that means i have just done something raunchy and depraved and am feeling very shameful.
a very special quinquennial anniversary
as long as i am blah-blah-blahing about holidays and whatnot, it would be rude of me not to mention that on this day EXACTLY 5 years ago, i purchased baronessa alessandra, my bitching pontiac. i have since put close to 50,000 miles on her, used her to mule benzodiazepine across the mexican border, and conceived 6 children in her [very spacious] backseat. go red sox!

a very special quinquennial anniversary

as long as i am blah-blah-blahing about holidays and whatnot, it would be rude of me not to mention that on this day EXACTLY 5 years ago, i purchased baronessa alessandra, my bitching pontiac. i have since put close to 50,000 miles on her, used her to mule benzodiazepine across the mexican border, and conceived 6 children in her [very spacious] backseat. go red sox!

in lieu of lame shots of me and the baronessa rubbing eachother down with lotion, i thought i would reduce my trip pictures to their essential palettes. of all the elements of the photos that i took, it is the colours that struck me the most.

in lieu of lame shots of me and the baronessa rubbing eachother down with lotion, i thought i would reduce my trip pictures to their essential palettes. of all the elements of the photos that i took, it is the colours that struck me the most.

March 31, 2009
tags
well sirs, i don’t want to make a point of posting gratuitous pictures of myself, BUT because of the recent hoopla, i feel like i should respond to the rumours once and for all so…
here is a picture that i took of myself early this morning. also pictured is “baronessa alessandra,” my bitching pontiac. though my face does not reveal my excitement, i am thrilled beyond measure to have finished bleaching my entire wardrobe so as to match my dermis.

well sirs, i don’t want to make a point of posting gratuitous pictures of myself, BUT because of the recent hoopla, i feel like i should respond to the rumours once and for all so…

here is a picture that i took of myself early this morning. also pictured is “baronessa alessandra,” my bitching pontiac. though my face does not reveal my excitement, i am thrilled beyond measure to have finished bleaching my entire wardrobe so as to match my dermis.