Don’t miss it - this cat’s the real deal.
(Demerly - are you watching your back? You should be…)
God what a bore. Writes like a depressed 8th grader. He is just a bitch.
Whatever dude - don’t like it? Don’t read it.
Better yet, write your own blog. I’m sure it would be fantastic.
Tibbs hates Tibbs. (and I’m overly tired) SA-WEET!
Now, I am confused.
But I like the blog.
No, you are definitely rhomboid by nature.
And I mean that in the nicest possible way.
He is such a Phony. Reminds me of a guy named Holden Caulfield.
NNNNNNNooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Deleting the blog will only force me to increase the dosage in my depression medication. It will cause me to take more sleeping pills.
Alcohol is the shining path but that can only last for a few decades.
Put it back up or I will burn my TSR membership card in protest!
Dude.
That’s not cool.
Put it back.
Por favor.
Can we settle this the peace loving South Pacific way?
Tibbs, put that back right now or there will be trouble.
In the realm of things that have no meaning in the big picture, there are few things that annoy me as much as people who start blogs then delete posts, then start more blogs, then delete more posts. It’s almost as annoying as people who speak their mind on a forum, then delete all their posts as soon as someone responds in a way that they don’t like.
You have the freedom to do whatever you like in this sphere, of course, but if you’re going to tell the whole fucking world that you have a blog, and that we should check it out, you kind of have the responsibility to have a blog. I may be troweling out a bunch of putrid shit day after day on my blog(judge for yourself) but I don’t post things and then delete them. I leave it to you to determine whether or not the things I write are worthy of your consideration. Otherwise, there would be no point in writing it in the first place.
You, sir, are a petulant child. (although you wear it well.)
That’s my two cents, anyway.
Próps Bróder, andas a comer a tua dama que nem um dread!
Wait a minute. Is it science or art? Either way, please don’t stop writing.
You would counter with sand mandalas, you bastard. They are a symbol of life: beautiful, but temporary. To destroy them after creating them is to show non-attachment, as we must do with life.
You teach even when you do not try Tibbs. Or perhaps I’m just as crazy as you are and find meaning where there is none.
Anyway, I wrote the book on brooding, misunderstood antiheros who never get a break. (Hatful of Hollow, track 16)
I would caution you against tilting at that which isn’t there.
I wuz robbed.
Put the blog back up, Tibbs. Please.
A real Phoney would put the writings back just to show the world that he’s really an optimist and believes he will eventually find the meaning in life that he is seeking.
Were you and Tibbs seperated at birth?
(Hatful of Hollow, track 16)
Good times for a change
See, the luck I’ve had
Can make a good man
Turn bad
So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time
Haven’t had a dream in a long time
See, the life I’ve had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Dave