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4/22/13

Sigma Nu Literally Responds To An Angry E-Mail

A very angry e-mail written by a sorority leader directed at her sisters was published at this website: http://gawker.com/5994974/the-most-deranged-sorority-girl-email-you-will-ever-read

The e-mail addressed some issues that some of the sorority members were having at social events (mixers) with the Sigma Nu fraternity and was undoubtedly meant to give expert advice to help awkward young ladies become more eloquent. Days later, the leader of the Sigma Nu fraternity issued the following press release:

 Woah. Just woke up from Night Of A Thousand Keg-Stands to see this totally bogus e-mail in my folder. I'm gonna have a Colt 45 to help me wake up so that I could fully process this in my brain. Julia has gone completely ballistic. And rightly so! But I'll get to that in a minlet. I've got A LOT to get off my chest. First of all, bitches and dudes of the press, I am speaking on behalf of my fellow members of the Greek community, my Sigma Nu brothers and everyone who was at beer pong on Thursday. Hear we go.

Four score and seven years ago, our four fathers founded Sigma Nu for imbibing the spirit of community, the awesome p we'd likely get and getting wasted with our bros after severe hazing pranks. Meanwhile, a certain sorority (Delt-Gams) are meant to match-up (hook up) with us every year during Greek Week. And that's just how the law has been laid into stone. I've got the actual stone right here in my dorm room. We call it the Sigma Nu Rosetta because of like that old rock. Anyone who thinks I'm bullshitting can COME RIGHT NOW and see it for themselves. It's a little messy right now because we had a pizza party and some of the mutzi got on it. Kinda narly but I promise I will clean it off before the end of the semester (my parents are picking me up right after finals so not too many more chances to get laid) as is my solemn vow as president of the Sigma Nus.

As Greek master, I am addressing you today to say I have LITERALLY never seen an email this NARLY before ever. It is bonkers and officially WACK. But, Julia makes a lot of excellent points: A. It is true that some of the D-Gams DO NOT PUT OUT and are literally cock-blockers. This has got my brothers up in arms and it WEIRDS US OUT. This is to the point where my bro Beef-Face has gone to sulk in his room for literally 45 minutes the other night. This behavior is NOT ACCEPTABLE and the sisters who are involved do deserve to get jacked on campus by Julia. For the heinous crime of cheering for the other team, the offending sisters should be cunt-punted over a field goal from the 10-yard line (unless it's Macky-B kicking, in which case the 50-yard line would be fine AW YEAH). This shit is wrong and makes me want to puke without even binge-drinking.

I'd also like to point out that Julia is going thru a rough time right now because of all the bullshit that her sisters have dumped on her. Please lay off of her. I have a message for Julia right now (can someone tell me if she is the one who wore the g-string on Saturday?): you are welcome to come into the embrace of ANY of my brothers and wetten on our toga-ed, muscular shoulders. There's no need to thank us with words; there are other ways you can thank us. Even a few of us at once would be rad. WE ARE HERE FOR YOU.

This is the hardest and longest e-mail I've ever had to write. In closing, I look forward to carrying out the usual sacred hazings, beer-sponging and Spanish Fly Week!

Sincerely,

Travis "Cake" Johns
Sigma Nu, President

PS: Get well soon to Steakshit who is going thru a NARLY ASS hangover!!

2/6/13

My Bad Experience At IHOP

When IHOP offered promotional pancakes, I was all in.  Unfortunately, I cannot say the same about their staff who seemed to be at best only a little bit in and mostly far out.  But not far out groovy, far out of the realm of quality I expected from a fine breakfast eatery.  My bruncheon was very upsetting and I had to write about it on Twitter.

At the time of writing this entry on AOL, I have not heard back from the IHOP Corporation regarding my complaint.  I will be organizing a petition very soon.

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‏@arfortiyef my free @IHOP pancakes had cloves in them. :( not the kind you use for cooking but someone's ash from a clove cigarette. :(

‏@arfortiyef my mom waited in line for six hours to get a free @IHOP pancake and they said, and i quote, "no senior citizens until 5am." she's only 64!

‏@arfortiyef my @IHOP free pancakes were served by a waitress whose nametag said "Jugs". the service was terrible. Jugs refused to let me try any syrups.

‏@arfortiyef i went to @IHOP to get what i deserve: a free pancake! the line stretched all the way to the back of the restaurant where glue-sniffing kids

‏@arfortiyef sorry about that, folks. my last tweet actually got cut off because it was just too long. it's really important everyone knows that @IHOP is

‏@arfortiyef gee. it happened again! sorry, i'm new to twitter and i don't really know why it cuts off my tweets. but anyway, i'm so mad about @IHOP's po

‏@arfortiyef anyway, i went to @IHOP regarding the free pancake i'm owed (and still am!) and the employees were sitting around listening to Zappa records

‏@arfortiyef i can't verify this but i think @IHOP's free pancakes were filled with eggs. #illumineggi

‏@arfortiyef marched back to @IHOP to complain to the manager about the sorry state of affairs. he replied by putting one pancake in the palm of my hand.

‏@arfortiyef if this keeps up, this interminable abuse, i'm going back to @IHOP and i'm going to mix all the syrups together and adding milk to them.

‏@arfortiyef i've been trying to get a fair shake but my local @IHOP won't serve me a milkshake or free pancakes for that matter! i'm verry annoyed!

‏@arfortiyef i know that the @IHOP manager's brother is in the Klan. Jugs told me all about it. don't think this won't get out.

‏@arfortiyef are you the manager of an @IHOP? did your tires get slashed tonight? did you put an pancake in my hand? is your brother racist? got you.

‏@arfortiyef i didn't really slash that @IHOP guy's tires but i was just saying: i could have. i stole one of their steak knives.

‏@arfortiyef i looked in the back and several @IHOP employees were doing whippets WHILE they made Fun Face Pancakes FOR A CHILD.

‏@arfortiyef didn't want to reveal this in public, but one of the waitstaff at @IHOP was eating those mints at the register and didn't use the spoon.

‏@arfortiyef i know @IHOP is equal opportunity now but this guy had a visible tattoo. please think about it. i was trying to eat!

‏@arfortiyef i went to @IHOP with my free pancake voucher and it was PACKED. can you believe the maitre 'dee put me in the smoking section? #outrage

‏@arfortiyef i said to my @IHOP waitress Jugs, "don't you know i live in a palace? i could take you away from all this. think it over, toots."

‏@arfortiyef then Jugs leaned over and her clove cigarette dropped all its ashes into my @IHOP pancakes. i was furious so i threw a drink in her face

‏@arfortiyef can you believe my waitress would not give me extra pancakes gratis? my local @IHOP should know pancakes gratis is my favorite style!

‏@arfortiyef the matre'd came over and said, "what's wrong, sir?" i said, "Jugs won't go out with me and there's a clove on this @IHOP meal." she laughed

‏@arfortiyef sorry, my tweet got cut off again! i wanted to conclude that sentence about @IHOP w/ "she laughed right in my openly-crying (macholy) face."

‏@arfortiyef insult to injury: this @IHOP did not have a TV set ANYWHERE! i missed my favorite shows and for what? a pancake stack that tasted like butt.

‏@arfortiyef whoops, i meant to say "clove cigarette butt" but there wasn't enough space. anyway, i'm going to blow up that @IHOP.

‏@arfortiyef that is to say, i'm going to blow up that @IHOP photograph i took while i was there to prove who it was that poisoned my pancakes!

‏@arfortiyef this @IHOP lacked all basic amenities that all restaurants should have: full bar, Hooters waitresses, urinals...

‏@arfortiyef well, the @IHOP didn't have a urinal in the ladies' room but my point is still valid. i want a refund on my pancakes.

‏@arfortiyef besides, what kind of @IHOP throws a guy out of the ladies' room? i was doing a scientific experiment! i had to see if they had urinal cakes

‏@arfortiyef another thing: the @IHOP i went to had no, i mean ZERO, fish options. the waitress said, "all out of Gorton's, hon." "no Long John Silvers?"

‏@arfortiyef if i could just take a moment from my @IHOP tweets, always ask about the fish options at a restaurant. it seems classy and looks cool.

‏@arfortiyef also, while i was eating my @IHOP pancakes, someone tried to sell me DVDs at my table! it was the maitr'e dee and i bought Commando.

‏@arfortiyef @IHOP: if you're going to sell bootleg DVDs at tables, please make sure your Stallone collection is properly burned. my copy didn't work.

‏@arfortiyef other problems i had trying to get free pancakes at @IHOP: angry waitress, no hot water at my place for 3 weeks now, ran out of gin...

‏@arfortiyef problems with @IHOP con't: someone slashed my tires in the parking lot and wouldn't replace them, charged me extra for lychee syrup...

‏@arfortiyef btw, did you know about the Premium @IHOP menu? it's a secret: say, "the flags fly over Belgium" and you get to see the Premium Menu.

‏@arfortiyef on @IHOP's Premium Menu: Lychee Syrup, Truffle Waffle Shuffle, Fun Face Eggs Deluxe, Eggs Tartare, Chocolate Raspberry Syrup, Potato Chips.

‏@arfortiyef my @IHOP waitress forgot to say "good morning" AND could not remember six of the 200 required national anthems. where's the "international"?

‏@arfortiyef by the end of my night at @IHOP (spent the day), 0% of the staff would look me in the eye and the mantree-d said she lost faith in humanity.

‏@arfortiyef also, speaking of international, @IHOP did not respect my religious views. they said i had to leave my ibex statue in the car. #outrage

‏@arfortiyef can i please just ask @IHOP Corp to give me the free pancakes THAT I EARNED?! why is this SO hard?! they're 90% cow teeth anyway!

‏@arfortiyef is it because as soon as i sat down, i told the @IHOP waitress that i would not tip her any money under any circumstances?

‏@arfortiyef i have a lot of beef with @IHOP and i'm NOT talking about the Angus Bangus Burger, 8oz of all-angus prime rib stuffed with pasta!

‏@arfortiyef one last thing about @IHOP: even though their Hula Homefries were exquisite and reminded me of William Blake, that soda was SO watered down!

10/21/12

Winner of the lottery

E-mail award notification
info notice

Attention please.

For due processing and remittance of your online email prize of 615,810.00 (Six hundred and fifteen thousand, eight hundred and ten euros) only, please download and read the attachment for full details.

Best regards,

Mrs.Silvia Santos

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Re: E-mail award notification
Arf Ortiyef
To: libertyseguros@luckymail.com

Dear Snr. Alfonso Benito,

I am writing to you because I am a winner! I have won the international lottery with ticket number 0016-359142-07, serial number 52201-61 and lucky winning numbers 1-3-27-42-47-48 in the third category.

My e-mail address is reference number EGR/417331247/03 and batch number 72/50685/MMH. I was referred to email you for the remittance of my winnings by Mrs. Silvia Santos. She was extremely kind to me in her e-mail and I hope that she is allowed to take long lunch breaks.

I understand that because I have won this lottery, I will receive €615,810.00 (Six hundred and fifteen thousand, eight hundred and ten Euros only) in cash credited to file REF.NO: EGR/417331247/03. I have made several copies of Mrs. Silvia Santos' email so that I would not lose this information. Rest assured, I will be able to collect my winnings very soon! Where will I pick up the money that I am entitled to?

Thank you for notifying me of my winnings and I am sure you will not regret your choice. Have a blessed day.

Sincredibly,

Arf Ortiyef

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Re: E-mail award notification
libertyseguros@luckymail.com
To: Arf Ortiyef


LIBERTY SEGUROS S.A.
MAQUEZE VILLAMAGNA 6-8
28008 MADRID -SPAIN.
TEL: +34 602 421 240
FAX: +34 917 693 085.
DATE: 20/09/2012

Dear Beneficiary,

Congratulations from members of our staff, we acknowledged the receipt of your email with request to file for your winning prize. We write to clarify and explain our mode of service that we render to client on lottery claim related issue.

Firstly, our ultimate aim is to ensure that the Prime Winner receive his/her winning prize. You are required to print and fill the CLAIM / PROCESSING FORM in capital letters and return back to this office via Email attachment for verification from the Lottery Company along with your photocopy of identification.

The processing of your claims will be completed in one - two working days and subsequently you will receive your winning prize. You are advice to complete the forms in capital letters and return to us to enable us verify and commence processing of your winning prize.

Your winning prize is covered with HIGH INSURANCE POLICY which is in accordance with article 13a subsections 132 of the International Lottery regulations as amended in the 2004 constitution this is to Protect the Prime Winner of his / her claims and to avoid misappropriation of the funds

Be assured that in line with our principles of efficiency, transparency and customers satisfaction, we will handle all verification with the highest level of professionalism and discretion to ensure you receive your winning prize within shortest possible time

Due to mix up of some numbers and names, we ask that you keep your winning information confidential until your claims has been processed and your winning Prize have been remitted into your nominated account. This is part of our security protocol to avoid double claiming and unwarranted abuse of this program by some participants.

You are advice to call Snr. Alfonso Benito, Foreign Affairs manager on telephone number + 34 602 421 240 as soon as you return the Claim / Processing Form through fax or by email attachment for confirmation.

Note: Our office opens from Monday to Friday between the hours of 8:00hrs to 21:00hrs GMT. And on Saturday from 9:00hrs to 17:30Gmt.

Once again congratulations!!!

Regards,

Mrs. Victoria Reyes.
(General Secretary)

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Re: E-mail award notification
Arf Ortiyef
To: libertyseguros@luckymail.com


Dear General Victoria Reyes,

It has been an honor and a privilege to serve under your command, ma'am. I would like to have my price immediately and have attached the completed CLAIM / PROCESSING FORM to this e-mail. Please see the attached file where I have included all the information you have asked for.

Just in case you can't read my harndwriting (I have to use a harnd because I am disabled), I will provide some of the more difficult-to-read passages in this e-mail:

Nombre: Arf Ortiyef
Direction: 15 Apricot Lane, Candy Cottage, #6, New London Broil, NY, USA.
Genus: Aphid

I don't understand what this means: Feminine Category? I am not.

The last three digits of my Routing Number are a bit hard to read because of my bad harnd. They are 643.

My relatives are Aunt Beatrice and Jim Duffle, whom you may contact in case of an emergency.

Thank you and I look forward to your payment very soon!


Sincredibly,

Arf Ortiyef

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Re: E-mail award notification
Arf Ortiyef
To: libertyseguros@luckymail.com

My Dearest Victoria,

It has been a full day and I have not heard back from you regarding my payment of my prize. I do not understand why you have spurned me thus! Ow! It hurts! But seriously, pay me the money you owe me immediately or I will be forced to take legal action.

Sincredibly,

Arf Ortiyef, ESQ
Attourney at Law

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Re: E-mail award notification
Arf Ortiyef
To: libertyseguros@luckymail.com
Dear Victoria,

I haven't heard from you in days, my darling! All day long I've been dreaming of opening your next e-mail, but IT NEVER COMES! I love the way you write to me! Those cherubim o's, those Reubenesque e's and lest we forget, your voluptuous, silky esses! Your vowels have me all hot and bothered, dear! Please write me back! My heart cannot bear it any longer! Where is my money?!

Sincredibly,

Arf Ortiyef
XOXOXES

6/27/12

Tweets by Barry Gibb

I recently had the pleasure of finding legendary pop singer Barry Gibb on twitter (@GibbBarry) and tried to welcome him by Re-tweeting some of his tweets.  Unfortunately, I cannot find them on his account anymore.  Maybe they have been deleted?  The good news is that I still have my RT's to share with you all.  My own comments appear before the "RT".



@arfortiyef ok dude, we get it. RT @GibbBarry Stayin' aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!

@arfortiyef woah. RT @GibbBarry Stayin' Alive was actually written about soldiers in WWII. Happy Memorial Day to all my fans.

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry Nobody, and I mean nobody, doesn't love my Bananatinis.

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry Just performed with backing band the Warlock Pinchers. These boys are great! We'll be touring if they get their van started.

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry I really think this Zits comic strip is so terribly funny! But irreverent! Not for all audiences, as they say on the internet.

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry I have just gotten word that @TheMichaelCaine has been trapped in my cabana for six weeks! Please, someone let him out!

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry "You can tell by the way I use my walk" was a lyric I wrote about a very funny gorilla I saw at the Bronx Zoo. Now you know.

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry To me, ABBA stands for All Boring Bands Annihilated.

@arfortiyef #LAPunk RT @GibbBarry "I believe in me / I make my dreams real." Thinking about doing an Avengers disco album. Re-imagitations...

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry I've just been ideastorming with my compadres and we've decided to eat Taco Bell until we're sick.

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry Anybody know the number for White Castle in Hackensack? Do I have to call ahead for a table?

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry I was just singing What's The Frequency, Kenneth? in the shower as usual and wondered almost aloud, "Who is Kenneth?"

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry @kanyewest I've told you before, Kanye, and I'll tell you again: nobody, and I do mean nobody, can beat my Bananatinis.

@arfortiyef uh-oh. RT @GibbBarry What does this mean? RT? Why is this person tweeting unauthorized tweets as though I've said them?

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry @arfortiyef I doubt very much if you are decorated as highly as your Bio purports but I will ask Her Majesty tomorrow.

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry "And a-One, two, three and to the four / Snoop Doggy Dogg and Barry Gibb is at the door." #freshflowsfellows

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry @arfortiyef None of my true fans will believe your tweets are real anyway. Except about my Bananaquiris. They really are tops.

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry "Ain't nothing but a Gibb thing, baby / Death Row is the label that pays me." #FFF #collabos

@arfortiyef RT @GibbBarry I just wanna dance with somebody. :,(

6/23/12

The History Of Foghat

The History Of Foghat



Before we can talk about Foghat, we have to talk about the man who inspired them.  Rodelius Foghat was born in Cardiff, Wales in 1874.  His family was working class; they had a meager income and at the tender age of ten, he began his career as a dockworker for Barry Railway, lugging nailbuckets and pick-thwaiting the grist-mums.  It was there, on the barnacled docks of Cardiff, he met another boy who was to become his lifelong companion: Sam Price.

The two lads became fast friends after witnessing the kidnapping of an executive of the rail company together.  The executive was released under duress some weeks later, having been found behind a Chinese restaurant encased in a large gouda wheel.  It was under police protection, with a ration of bear claw each, that the young duo cemented their lifelong friendship, beside the barnacled banks of Cardiff.

Foghat and Price began their youthy friendship story over a game of "who can fetch the most cabble-wotsits from the stipe-till before the pup comes along and empties the piggot."  Price was the more agile of the two and could bait a wreath cabble from thirty yards.  It was there, on the barnacled beach beside the bay, that both boys became best buds borever.

At sixteen, Foghat briefly considered a life in the ministry, but having been informed by Price that nuns remain celibate, and then having been told what the word celibate means, he promptly returned his frock and went back to his life at the docks.  A year later, The two young men enlisted together to serve their country in the royal Navy.  They left behind at least four fiancees between the two of them and vowed never to return.  Their ship was promptly sunk off the coast of Northampton and after rowing ashore, they took the first train to London.

Eventually, after much adventuring, multiple careers, and Price moonlighting as both a private detective and personal gumshoe, the two best friends settled down with their respective wives and used their hard-earned fortunes to purchase quiet estates in the countryside of England.  There are many more stories to tell about the incredible lives of Price and Foghat, but there isn't enough time to get to it in this program.  Suffice it to say that Rodelius begat Snead and Snead begat Hershel and Hershel begat Tim and Tim begat Paulie and Paulie begat Cary and Cary begat Gus and that was the end of the line.  Gus Foghat the Eighteenth was the last of the Foghats.  He was a carpet salesman in Osh Kosh.  He has nothing to do with the story at all.  But Sam Price's great, great grandson was none other than the legend, the man, the guitar god, Rod Price.

Rod Price named his band Foghat in honor of the righteous dude who was friends with his great, great grandpop.  And because he found a totally cool tophat at a magic store that flapped open and blew smoke out the top as though it was on fire.  But that is getting a little bit ahead.  First let's talk about how the majestic Foghat first came to be.

Foghat didn't just happen spontaneously like combustion or clean laundry.  It was a wintery January in January, 1971.  A young Rod Price took out a personal ad in the local newspaper, the England Review.  The ad read, "Breast band ever forming.  Don't miss this once in a bong-time opportunity.  Lead guitarist seeks like-minded men to conquer the world.  Must have access to van or a lot of weed.  Inquire within."  And inquire they did.  Price received 14,361 applicants that weekend.  Only two of them made the cut.  The two brothers: Tony Stevens and Little Roger Earl, who was extremely short, on drums and bass... of the gods. 

But they also needed a singer.  Not just any singer, but a true frontman with swagger and chops.  Plant auditioned.  So did Daltrey.  Price told them both to take a hike.  And they really had to because the auditions were being held in Sherwood Forest.  Price was looking for the real deal.  After several minutes, he finally ended his long quest for the Holy Grail.  Enter Lonesome Dave Peverett.  He sang one note in front of Price and the boys.  Not only did a wine glass on the table shatter, but all of their corrective lenses shattered and they were cured of their myopia instantly.  Laser eye surgery vocals?  Check.  He had the pipes, he had the chops, he had the looks, the style, the weed connection.  And his sister? Bangin.  The lineup was forever complete.  The band was ready to rewrite history.

Foghat practiced once.  Only once in their entire career together.  The legendary practice / jam went something like this: Price immediately played the most perfect boogie rock riff of all time, then the rest of the band started playing the perfect boogie rock accompaniment.  Then Lonesome Dave started making up words of the top of his head like some kind of rock n roll glossolalia that no human being could have ever conceived of before.

I Just Want To Make Love To You was recorded live, in one take, by Rick Rubin at Electrical Audio.  It went straight to the top of the charts, knocking off the joint number-one slot held by the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, and remained at number one for forty-five consecutive weeks.  The original pressing of the single featured their hit A-side and the B-side was simply a recording of Rod Price shredding for three full minutes nonstop.  Tragically, there are no surviving copies of this record due to all of them catching fire and melting halfway through the guitar solo.

After the success of I Just Want To Make Love To You, their first original hit record, there was an unprecedented scramble between every major label in England to sign them.  EMI, Apple, Columbia House, Sony, and Polygram all made bids on the next Fab Four, or Foggy Four as they were then known.  But ultimately, it was Def Jam who won the rights to call Foghat their own.

Foghat went back in the studio to record their first album, Rock And Roll.  To this day, no one has ever understood the significance of the ominous album cover which depicts a photo of a lumpy black monolith and a piece of bread.  More hit songs followed and soon Fog-o-mania was sweeping the globe.  Foghat began selling out stadiums in places such as Newark, Tacoma, Newport and Bali.  They were a non-stop success train all the way to money city.  But then, just as Foghat climbed their highest peak, they were about to face the lowest valley and the valley folk who lived there.

No one in the history of rock music had ever boogied as hard or as greazy as the Hat.  They were an unstoppable money train riding it all the way to Lake Success.  But then came the inevitable breakdown that threatened to end rock music forever.

But the breakdown was more a series of hurdles.  Like dominoes tumbling down a flight of stairs, around the kitchen table, through your pet dog's legs, then splitting off into a dead end that reveals a mosaic image of your mum and the other direction loops back around to a Lego space station where the last domino slides down and sets off a butane torch that heats up the air in a balloon that lifts up and gently taps a lever that drops a marble into a glass of water that spills all over as a result and you have to clean it all up.  First of all, the Rhythm Twins, Stevens and Earl, came down with a severe case of apathy.  They just didn't feel like pounding out a solid groove anymore.  They started experimenting with other time signatures and insisted on playing Whipping Post during sound checks.  Rod Price was suitably horrified and his moustache began to lilt from the strain.  I'm sure that you know that this came at the height of Price's moustache power: the legendary Penance Stare that his nose bristles created - to stare directly into his moustache was to stare into the abyss, a third eye into yourself and beyond.  It was a notorious staple of their live shows at the time and inspired a branch of transcendental meditation...

Where was I?  Well, the biggest detriment to the band was arguably Lonesome Dave Peveritt.  With all the years of fame and groupies, he simply wasn't lonesome anymore.  He wanted to change his name to Normal Dave or Contented Dave.  The other guys simply weren't having it.  Also all their money was stolen out of their tour yacht.

Foghat spiralled into a deep depression and felt as though they could barely boogie.  This went on for almost a full day before suddenly, out of nowhere, this happened:



Truer words were never spoken.  Foghat made their fortunes back all over again.  The Rhythm Twins went back to boogie-ing, Rod Price's moustache rebounded into its full glory and Lonesome Dave got a divorce.  They were millionaires once again and rocked forever in the hearts of all young people until the end of time.

2/21/12

A Proposal to the Kellogg's Corporation

Dear Sir or Madam of the Kellogg's Corporation,

It has recently come to my attention that your company has produced a new breakfast cereal endorsed by one Mr. Tim Burgess of Los Angeles and London.  While the cereal is not without its charm, it lacks the quiet dignity that appeals to a more sophisticated demographic.  That is to say the demographic of those adults ages thirty-five to ninety-seven years of age and extremely precocious childrens.  The adult population demands their own breakfast cereal and I present to you a solution: Arf Ortiyef's Sophistic-O's.

The cereal I propose and will endorse (pending the negotiation of my royalties) will bear my name and likeness to guarantee the quality my loyal twitter followers have come to expect.  That is brand confidence that one can't buy but can only pay me handsomely to rent.  I'm talking about a lot of money here and I'm sure you will agree that I am.

Arf Ortiyef's Sophistic-O's will appeal to adults only.  That is because the flavor motif is cigars and brandy.  Tiny "ash flakes" that taste like pure Havana smoke, VSOP brandy-soaked cranberries and marshmallow bits that are shaped, respectively, like my face, snifters and smoke rings.  There will be one of each marshmallow bit in each box because my audience appreciates moderation in all things.  I will personally recommend which brandies should be used in production and intend to inspect your cranberry bogs (I own white gloves for this purpose and will not be fooled by throw rugs or picture frames).

As stated above, the box will bear my likeness and seal of approval.  My image will be poised in the luxury of my study, framed by my collection of first-editions (many of which will be provided gratis by your company), by the mantelpiece underneath a portrait of myself.  Alternate proposals for settings in which I will appear: golf course, pyramids of Egypt, country club.  I will hold a cigar and a snifter of brandy as well as a spoon and the bowl of cereal which will appear enlarged (engorged?) to show detail while I hold a decanter of skim milk and also wear several jeweled rings for dramatic flair.  My expression will be dignified but also approving of this breakfast cereal and a caption near my head will read: "Arf Ortiyef's Sophistic-O's: Lo Tiene Todo."

Now that I have convinced you to "green light" this project, I trust that you will meet with your superiors and make your dreams a reality.  Please contact me to discuss the terms of my endorsement and to receive my advice on the production and manufacture of this product.  Please also do not add me to any mailing lists.


Sincredibly,

Arf Ortiyef


P.S. -- It has also come to my attention that you have been misspelling the name of your company for quite some time now (with an extra "g" at the end).  Please take note of this mistake and correct it on future products.

12/5/11

#line2011

A few months ago, I was suffered to wait on a very long line.  What follows hitherforetowith is the story of my ordeal inasmuchaswhich appeared previously on twitter as the events weretowardenforth unfolding.

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I'm waiting on a line #line2011

The woman in front of me told her kids to check out the full-size poodle and i accidentally looked. #line2011

An uncle is showing off that he can catch popcorn in his mouth. He's 2 for 3. #line2011

I wonder if i could walk away with that tip jar as though i work here. Also, Lindsay go to your mother #line2011

This guy just did an olde timey accent to tell people to step up. #line2011

A kid just screamed at some bees to scare them. #line2011

Having flashbacks to lines of yesteryear. #line2001 #angst

Great. Hospital story. And it's sick. #line2011

More cutters. So mad i could puke. All over these kids. #line2011

This guy keeps telling me what to get. Let's see what he recommends after his wife runs away with me. #line2011

Ok i'm getting off this line. Peace. #line2011

Sitting on a porch. #porch2011