9.6.07

Greg Gets Real - Post No. 2

With all this 1337 HaXNG, aliases, and blogger identity theft going on these days, I think it's important to remember the things in life you can count on. Let's all name a few things that Rain, Hail, Sleet, nor snow could keep from happening:

1. Official Couch And Spliff Party

Jumpsoff on my couch in my living room every Saturday. Guests include me, a pack of zig zag 1.25's, and a bag of the stickay-ickay. To be invited to the Saturday Spliff Party, please send an email to ghubacek@gmail.com,( guests are expected to carry their own weight, ya dig). If we get enough people to join, I'll even cook you breakfast. Ask Eric, I make a mean breaky-fast.


2. Crappy E-Poetry

Woah, there, buddy. Those words are supposed to connect. You can't just go around using them all willy-nilly-like. And those random images, yeah, I like those too, but let's keep them to a minimum (less is whore). Seemingly non-coherent posts from shitizen members that push the boundaries of what is considered a complete scentence are like small doggie droppings on the sidewalk that I don't really realize I'm stepping in until it's too late, and now my shoe smells like post-consumer puppy chow.

15 comments:

Mofo said...

Speaking of stepping in too late to define the Shitizens...

Alexander Haig said...

I'm in control here

thisisgettingold said...

I hate all this anonymous shit. Show yourselves.

Anna Nym said...

I'm not sure how my opinion is esteemed by the new shitizen standards, but I--for one--happen to like it when people post creatively. As I remember, this was never meant to be a commentary, nor a political, typical blog, but a place for shitizens to show their original art work and thoughts. And poetry beats commentary any day.

I also agree that the whole hiding-who-you-are-when-you-post deal is getting old. It was cute to start with, but now it's used to take little pansy-ass jabs. And that's sissy foofoo lala shit. Not that I disagree with whoever the fuck mofo is, because I couldn't agree more, but a statement like that either shouldn't be said, or it should be done with some balls and some ownership. What are we? A bunch of chatroom wits armed with sassy little anonymous SNAPS?

I should hope not

FYBS said...

I never said I was trying to define anything, I'm just fucking with you. The E in E-poetry must stand for emo.

alexander haig said...

my comments are only relevant to me in my historical context

madam tyrant said...

Hmmm... I guess I thought since the blog was called The Shitizens, The Shitizens could post whatever they deemed appropriate/inappropriate. Weird, guess I was wrong.

FYBS said...

Damn, I guess this is what I get for not liking your poems.

Was I not bleak enough. Was my sentence structure too gramatically correct? Did I not refer to myself as a cultural rebel in a post-post-apocalyptic battleground or mask my messages in layers of honey soaked metaphors to create a savory passive agressive Baklava?

I really just want you all to love me. Please, validate my E-xistence.

But seriously, when did my words carry any weight on this message board? I was just expressing my distaste for for your ramblings, I never said you couldn't write it (as if it would mean anything if I did). Somebody, quick, take my privileges away before I shatter the very core of the Shitzens Old Guard. For really real. (Foreallyreal).

Hollingsworth J. McTubbins said...

Deez Nutz

ETC said...

while stepping on toes to revel in the glorious light of outrage you gotta keep 5ive pairs of Pumas to keep yer feet lookin frsh

- but yr never gonna scrub that blck Iowa dirt out yer elbows son

FYBS said...

6, last I was counting.

FYBS said...

... so I take it this means no one wants an invite to the spliff party next Saturday.

Hollingsworth J. McTubbins said...

i believe there is already a spliff party happening next saturday, and everyother saturday that existed in time...ever...simultaneously.

madam tyrant said...

bonnarooooooooooo!!

Anna Nym said...

I don't smoke spliffs. I just watch TV and cry in my sleep.