In all seriousness, I’ve had such a great time writing for this blog every month and reading all of the wonderful posts that you’ve all written. I haven’t met the majority of you, but feel like I know you all so well. I really hope this stays alive, but it’s been a great time if it doesn’t.
No no no no no no! No 7th-grade mixer! What is with all the funereal posting? If you don’t want to say goodbye, don’t!
this is great!… perfect for winter time!… let’s all just post on death, mourning and loss, and then sure as shit. March will come, and TGW will ressurect itself!
Brilliant!
“Some say that Religion is born from the Death of the Father. Others that is it is the longing for the loss of the Mother. In my more melancholy ruminations I fear that the Birth of Religion springs from knowing that we Die.”
Harold (pompus blowhard) Bloom
“So let us recommit ourselves to meditate on mortality. To know that life is short, and we are alone. Let us take from these scraps of plastic and silicon and electronic gel and make a New Religion. One founded not on sacrifice, or some mystic Jewish Dude, or some horny teenager, but on pleasure. The pleasure or Foxconn creations, animated by the Spirit of Mark Zuckerberg, born aloft by our boredom and isolation. Let us make a thing that will out live us all. And exists only in the storage banks of some web server. We shall call our new faith after a kitschy gold reflection in some antiquated black and white movie. We shall call it ‘The Great Whatsit’ and it shall endure forever.”
Me.
: – )
and sweet little bobby brown, so young so innocent…
the crack, whitney, and the house in new jersey…. who knew?
thanks andrew, pop blog perfection.
(Puts on Monty Python-esque English accent)
I’m not dead yet!
The patient was very ill. Very, very ill. But we’ve managed to locate a heartbeat. Now we must simply wait, and hope that the hospital cafeteria fish sticks will give it enough strength to truly revive.
Are there tater tots, too? And fruit cup?
A religion of pleasure. I’m down with that. Long live the fruit cup! And TGW!
We used to have fruit cups, before the budget cuts. Now we have green Jell-O.
Whimper.
This should cure you. Take six of these and have an aspirin in the morning.
In this church we have cast off all references to Green Jello.
Fish Sticks is our Sacrament!… i like mine with Chipotle Mayo…
but that’s because I’m not afraid of being, and appearing as, an asprirational snob.
And the New Yorker is our holy writ.
Can this be our holy icon? Pleez?
YES!… I personally prefer the blue one in the Broad Collection, as opposed to this one belonging to Pinault…
But sure… JEFF is our boi!
and I’m very proud to say that he once remarked on my son’s glowing presence as “The Best Thing You’ll Ever Make!”
and. u know… he’s right.
Apologies for what may have been a premature death post. It was between that song and this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGytDsqkQY8&ob=av3e
I’m of course happy to keep writing!
Well, if it’s doctor’s orders . . . down the hatch!
god, Boys II Men is way better. TGW is great, but it’s way too white… and that closing time shit is white white WHITE…
but who am i to talk, I’ve been listenting to Supertramp’s Breakfast in America on repeat for the last three days… and Koons is really white, as are fishsticks…
and the New Yorker.
Fortunately with our fishsticks we also enjoy tequilla. so that’s getting better.
Boys to Men was perfect!
The coffins on TV and all… : – ) gots to luv the hood.
Wow, those jello shots sort of hit you at the same time. I’m kinda drunk all of a sudden.
(Looks around hospital room.)
This place is bogus. I’m not gonna waste a good buzz in here.
(Pulls out IV tube and throws back covers.)
I’m out, gonna go have a *good* time!
Okay, guys! I’m in a car with some new friends I just met. We’re headin’ to a par-tay! Text me if you want the address.
(Singing) It’s Friday! Friday! Gotta get down on Friday!
OMG, you guys! This partys aaaawwwesummmm!!! U have 2 come! txt me rite now i rilly mean it!
Um, TGW, you are SIX years old. You really shouldn’t be doing jello shots.
I cant fell my teeeeettthhh! sooooo spinny wheeee!!
i cant find my shoes you guys help me find my shoes and wallet wheres my wallet
oh sure its all whats up with tgw how can we save tgw until i rly nd hlp like i cant find my walet or keys and evrybudys being rly mean here I think sumbudy put sumthin in my drink i dont fell so good
well TGW, u nailed that last one coming in at 9:11…
on Motzart’s birthday no less…
nice job.
found my keys and i got a cab but not my wallet can smbdy met me at my place and bring sum $ to pay the cab pleez its going to be alot I think I was in jersey but not sure rly out of it still thx bye
my super paid the cab i owe him 80 bucks im on the phone to cancel my cards dont all ask me how i feel all at once gotta sleep it off never going back to bayonne if thats where i was weird there there all gross never drinkin again see you Monday though I still love you guys your my homies
and just so we make 30…
TGW lives… with a hangover, … but still.