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:

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

I'm in control here

Anonymous said...

I hate all this anonymous shit. Show yourselves.

Anna Nimh 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

Gregory Hubacek 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.

Anonymous said...

my comments are only relevant to me in my historical context

Anonymous 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.

Gregory Hubacek 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).

Aaron said...

Deez Nutz

E T C 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

Gregory Hubacek said...

6, last I was counting.

Gregory Hubacek said...

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

Aaron said...

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

Anonymous said...

bonnarooooooooooo!!

Anna Nimh said...

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