05.12.05

since i waited, what, four years to add comment links to the 'champ, you should know that i expect brilliance. or obscure soviet jokes. or galloping gangrene. bring it.

11 comments:

Grantino said...

Finally, the moment we've all been waiting for! I hereby declare... um,...yeah. I lurve ur blog. and stuff.

toonces said...

What does the Sputnik consist of?
German rocket.
Asian propellants.
Czech electronics
Russian dog.

You lika the juice? said...

What do hicks do during halloween?



Pumpkin!

Unfrozen caveman lawyer said...

In order to craft witty, cutting, ripostes I need something to respond to.

lauren said...

okay: don delillo is a virtually talentless hack. as far as i'm concerned, so is PYNCHON!

furiousmuse said...

oh, man, unfrozen caveman lawyer: where have you been all my life! (i heart snl)

needs more cowbell!

uncle paul said...

You take home Vineland, what do you expect. I've been pushing Lot 49 on you for I don't know how many years, but alas. Did that last Murakami do anything for you?

lauren said...

the murakami was...so-so. i wanted much more of the talking cats than i got. we know i'm a terrible person because the torture scene in this one affected me much more than the stuff in "wind-up bird." but we knew that already.

Unfrozen caveman lawyer said...

Yeah the last Murukami was okay. I'm starting to feel that he has this shtick that's kind of fun, but not that rewarding in the end. As for Don Delillo, he's okay but definitely not my favorite writer. I'm in a 19th century mood right now. Just read War and Peace, which was fantastic except for when Tolstoy starts ranting about history.

Yakov said...

A Russian and an American die and they both go to hell. Satan asks them, "Which hell do you prefer, the Russian or American?" "What's the difference?" the Russian asks. "In the American hell, you will be forced to eat one bucket of waste every day; in the Russian, two," Satan explains. The American decides to go to the American hell. The Russian, being a patriot, chooses the Russian hell. One year later the two men run into one another. "How's life?" the Russian asks. "Can't complain," the American answers. "I eat one bucket of waste every morning, and then I'm free for the rest of the day. What about you?" "I coudn't be better!" the Russian explains. "Just like back on earth! They're either late with waste deliveries, or they're having bucket shortages."

lauren said...

that's the blather i like! keep it coming, people.