Actually, anon, I posted it, but then my entire system crashed. I lost everything. So this college boy got a used computer from his cousin, and asked his boss for a $100 advance from his $200/week salary to get the ol' girl suited up for the internet. Unfortunately, I can't carry this thing to the Starbucks. But hell, I couldn't lift the old one, either. I know how this must disappoint you and your vision of me as some priviledged scenester, but I guess I can't please everyone all of the time.
I'm sure as hell gonna do my best to disappoint Dell. They''re still after me for the monthly payments I owe on the old piece of shit PC I had. Fuck Dell. I hope there's a special circle in hell for Dell and Sally Mae phone representatives. And I hope there's a special section of the sewer system of that circle reserved for MBNA executives.
But as soon as I get this puppy formatted for the scanner, I'll be back, with more drawings. So don't worry, I won't be going anywere, kissable.
And I never promised all, or any, of the drawings would be good. In fact, the whole point of this excercise is to try to get past the idea that art is about making oneself look good all the time. We can't all smell like a rose, Anonymous. We can't all be brilliant... wait... what do you do again? I wish I could see your work. Not so I could slag it off. That would be a little ....transparent, I think. No, I'm just curious to see whether or not all that anger pays off in some way. I know rage has its high points. Like tonight, when I finally get to take a hammer to my old pal 'Dimension 2350'. To paraphrase Eddie Murphy; I'm gonna beat that motherfucker so good, it'll make yer dick hard.
Love you, sugarnuts. See you when I get back online.
Well, I think you're probably an older man. I think that's how I managed to get under your skin. Only an old man would bother to blather on about how much money he makes, rather than how much pussy he gets or how much fun he's having. I think you're male because your bravado is all about being 'blunt' and portraying yourself as 'gutsy' and 'authentic'. If you were a woman, I somehow think your braggadocio would be more nuanced.
How old is George Condo? I like his paintings, and I've heard he's a dick. Maybe you're him?
Not to be mean-spirited, but aren't you the one who cares what people think? Otherwise, you wouldn't be anonymous. As for me, it's pretty easy to figure out who I am from the links on my blog. I'm Pat Palermo. I make bad drawings. There you have it. Seeing as you're so respected and wealthy, you may want to write that name down. You never know if the opportunity to screw me might arise.
You realize, anonymous, that you're only improving this blog? Hug?
'Pat is the only one of my friends who
is an 18th-century roue. Despite what
people say about Pat's lack of "life-
skills", what he really lacks is "dying-
with-dignity" skills; instead he opts
for the "drink oneself to near-death
and then resolve to turn over a new
leaf with a transparent lack of
commitment" skill set. Pat is
surprisingly intelligent given the
prolific amount of booze and drugs he
has taken over his life. Which is to
say, he is mildly retarded. I have
known Pat for fourteen years, and at
the beginning he would play the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
verminiferous Gollum. Now, he plays the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
vicious, intolerant bigot. I'm amazed
we've stayed friends despite our
multiple attempts to derail that
friendship. By the way, Pat will die of
Hodgkin's disease.' --Bobcat, 2004
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Shhhh.... just hold me.
Actually, anon, I posted it, but then my entire system crashed. I lost everything. So this college boy got a used computer from his cousin, and asked his boss for a $100 advance from his $200/week salary to get the ol' girl suited up for the internet. Unfortunately, I can't carry this thing to the Starbucks. But hell, I couldn't lift the old one, either. I know how this must disappoint you and your vision of me as some priviledged scenester, but I guess I can't please everyone all of the time.
I'm sure as hell gonna do my best to disappoint Dell. They''re still after me for the monthly payments I owe on the old piece of shit PC I had. Fuck Dell. I hope there's a special circle in hell for Dell and Sally Mae phone representatives. And I hope there's a special section of the sewer system of that circle reserved for MBNA executives.
But as soon as I get this puppy formatted for the scanner, I'll be back, with more drawings. So don't worry, I won't be going anywere, kissable.
And I never promised all, or any, of the drawings would be good. In fact, the whole point of this excercise is to try to get past the idea that art is about making oneself look good all the time. We can't all smell like a rose, Anonymous. We can't all be brilliant... wait... what do you do again? I wish I could see your work. Not so I could slag it off. That would be a little ....transparent, I think. No, I'm just curious to see whether or not all that anger pays off in some way. I know rage has its high points. Like tonight, when I finally get to take a hammer to my old pal 'Dimension 2350'. To paraphrase Eddie Murphy; I'm gonna beat that motherfucker so good, it'll make yer dick hard.
Love you, sugarnuts. See you when I get back online.
Oh my god... You're Patrick Mimran!
Well, I think you're probably an older man. I think that's how I managed to get under your skin. Only an old man would bother to blather on about how much money he makes, rather than how much pussy he gets or how much fun he's having. I think you're male because your bravado is all about being 'blunt' and portraying yourself as 'gutsy' and 'authentic'. If you were a woman, I somehow think your braggadocio would be more nuanced.
How old is George Condo? I like his paintings, and I've heard he's a dick. Maybe you're him?
Not to be mean-spirited, but aren't you the one who cares what people think? Otherwise, you wouldn't be anonymous. As for me, it's pretty easy to figure out who I am from the links on my blog. I'm Pat Palermo. I make bad drawings. There you have it. Seeing as you're so respected and wealthy, you may want to write that name down. You never know if the opportunity to screw me might arise.
You realize, anonymous, that you're only improving this blog? Hug?
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