April 22, 2005
Eadweard Muybridge is *spinning* in his grave ... but really, you are most obliging. The gorgeous sheen of the bulge in the green trunks ... those mesmerizing nipples ...
Posted by: jilbur at April 22, 2005 06:35 PMI'm clueless as to who Eicca is and it seems that knowing something about the cello is a prereq to fully appreciating your blog but nonetheless there is a glitter of intelligent life here and I was entertained.
Snapping out,
d
Posted by: robert d snaps at April 23, 2005 02:05 PM"i met andy warhol at a really chic party."
"blow it out your hairdo, cos you work at Hardee's!"
the snapping robert amuses me, cos he has come here like most first-timers do without realizing that he is reading
*TEH MIG*
what is most unfortunate is that he is under the impression you and your readers are cello-philes and the only topic at hand is cello-ism. which is simply not true. (even if *TEH MIG* does happen to be a cello-phile--let's just move past this point for the sake of my insightful rhetoric, re: your blog) point is, this blog, as i see it, is not at all about cello-ism or even about men's torsos, but more about the synaptic impulses and firings that occur between
*TEH MIG*
and my addled little brain.
it's so great he saw the glitter of intelligent life here before it moved on to someone else's blog. boy, that must be a boost to the old ego: a stranger saw a "glitter" of intelligent life on your blog.
not a streak or a goldmine, even raw ores or anything like but a glitter. you could be a a Diva Rock Star pretending to play the guitar (with your cello), cos Diva Rock Stars glitter.
and i guess you could glue glitter and maybe some googly eyes to the cello if you wanted to.
Posted by: brandelion at April 23, 2005 06:16 PMlittle do tehy konw.
Posted by: mig at April 23, 2005 07:39 PMIt used to go pack, peck, pick, pock, puck. Something to assist a tyke with his vowels. But with its n-1 degrees of freedom and the possibility that a one to one correspondence would be nonlinear in the betas, well this was just too much. One could start and then finish at different places, depending on such arbitrary things as food and drink, the One would become many, dogma and lemma forsaken, no etiology, a tower of Babel, blasphemy.
Snapped out,
d
Posted by: Dr. Robert d Snaps at April 24, 2005 03:03 PMwhat the heck is this...!
Posted by: j-a at April 25, 2005 12:10 AMit's kinda like when you get a bug in your food, but then somebody passing by your table might stop and try to explain to you why that's a really *interesting* bug in your food. But you've already decided to stop eating for a while. Some comments are like that.
Posted by: jilbur at April 25, 2005 02:30 AMThat is such a mesmerizing sheen.
Posted by: Jessica at April 25, 2005 05:36 PM(Near) naked bodies! This place is turning into a softc0re p0rn and cello site, indeed. You know that children (or young people - http://www.metamorphosism.com/betaversion/ - to be more accurate) read this site?
Posted by: francis s. at April 28, 2005 12:49 PMFixed it.
Posted by: mig at April 28, 2005 02:59 PMNo!!!!!!!!! (said in my best falling-over-a-cliff voice).
We don't want this kind of p0rn.
Posted by: francis s. at April 28, 2005 03:10 PMCatholic p***
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