I just got back home from collecting some money a girl owed me (for delicious sex). She still owes me a lot more, if you catch my drift.
Anyway I have been thinking about Brian. Kinda wonder what he's doing, if he's happy, if he's being safe.
I bet I'll see him soon. We are good friends now that I've been blogging about him, although I don't think he trusts the internet. And why should he? It's a godless knowledge machine, hellbent on consuming us all, learning from our habits, and one day outsmarting us FTW
I just hope Brian is there to comfort me through Armageddon 2.0.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
So drunk at Brian's place
I saw Brian again today. He was watching a movie with Rebekah: Batteries Not Included. It's an adventure movie about a girl and her vibrator.
What a quest.
I wonder if Brian enjoyed it? We didn't really talk about it after it was over. I silently put the movie back in its case and rested it on the coffee table, where other movies sat, none worth watching. No movies, anyway. Ren and Stimpy sat there (refer to previous blog entry), and everyone knows that show is the bomb-diggity.
If a tree falls in the forest, and only Brian's there to hear it, does that make it more meaningful once he returns with the tale?
I'll probably see Brian tomorrow, because I am in a habit of drinking so I like to be around friends who don't question my descent into alcoholism. They're good pals.
Goodnight blog. I'm drunk and must piss myself in my sleep before morning, or else I won't feel well-rested. And always remembERL: a police state is a safe state!
Artist's impression of Brian Bear
What a quest.
I wonder if Brian enjoyed it? We didn't really talk about it after it was over. I silently put the movie back in its case and rested it on the coffee table, where other movies sat, none worth watching. No movies, anyway. Ren and Stimpy sat there (refer to previous blog entry), and everyone knows that show is the bomb-diggity.
If a tree falls in the forest, and only Brian's there to hear it, does that make it more meaningful once he returns with the tale?
I'll probably see Brian tomorrow, because I am in a habit of drinking so I like to be around friends who don't question my descent into alcoholism. They're good pals.
Goodnight blog. I'm drunk and must piss myself in my sleep before morning, or else I won't feel well-rested. And always remembERL: a police state is a safe state!
Artist's impression of Brian BearMonday, April 19, 2010
Brian's back in town
Today Brian returned to Richmond with a car. It is new, so it probably smells good.
I hope he takes me for a ride in it someday. I wonder if he drives fast. That would scare me. He seems like he lives dangerously so I would not be surprised if he speeds, but is also very good at it. I trust him with my life.
Before Brian left town, he and I worked together at that place that reinforces those Southern Values which guide our principles of hate today.
We talked about this and that. Altogether it was a very pleasant conversation, and we sat together talking for a few minutes before priorities dictated our mutual departure. We also enjoyed a long, personal silence, which is not often mentioned but I feel ought to be.
I'd like to upload a picture of Brian, but I'm worried that the lossy .jpeg won't do his complexion the justice it deserves. Brian doesn't smoke cigarettes and he bathes regularly, so his skin is very smooth. Many cameras often fail to capture this so even if I were to convert a .tiff into a .png you probably wouldn't care for it. He's a good looking guy though and probably one of the best human beings I've ever met.
If you happen to meet Brian after reading this, you should feel blessed but do not hold any such bias - simply let his splendor wash over you as his photons reflect from his astute pigmentation onto your unappreciative eyes.
I'm about to watch Stimpy's Invention with Brian and I'd really like to take in the entire experience without letting this journal entry interfere with our good time.
"Happy Happy Joy Joy!"
I hope he takes me for a ride in it someday. I wonder if he drives fast. That would scare me. He seems like he lives dangerously so I would not be surprised if he speeds, but is also very good at it. I trust him with my life.
Before Brian left town, he and I worked together at that place that reinforces those Southern Values which guide our principles of hate today.
We talked about this and that. Altogether it was a very pleasant conversation, and we sat together talking for a few minutes before priorities dictated our mutual departure. We also enjoyed a long, personal silence, which is not often mentioned but I feel ought to be.
I'd like to upload a picture of Brian, but I'm worried that the lossy .jpeg won't do his complexion the justice it deserves. Brian doesn't smoke cigarettes and he bathes regularly, so his skin is very smooth. Many cameras often fail to capture this so even if I were to convert a .tiff into a .png you probably wouldn't care for it. He's a good looking guy though and probably one of the best human beings I've ever met.
If you happen to meet Brian after reading this, you should feel blessed but do not hold any such bias - simply let his splendor wash over you as his photons reflect from his astute pigmentation onto your unappreciative eyes.
I'm about to watch Stimpy's Invention with Brian and I'd really like to take in the entire experience without letting this journal entry interfere with our good time.
"Happy Happy Joy Joy!"
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Brian Bear
I'm blogging about Brian Bear. He's the fucking shit but he doesn't really live in Richmond anymore. He moved to a town called New Jersey where he plans to work as a futureblogger, who pave the way for low-level bloggers like me and you, whoever you are.
The problem with blogs in general is that nobody reads them. I might as well be in a spaceship headed to the center of the sun writing on the inside of its hull about the trials and tribulations of Brian Fucking Bear.
Let me blog you something else about Brian the Fucking Bear. This motherfucker makes cartunes. It's like magic on the computer had a baby with Satan and it grew up to be a cartoonist who decided Richmond was not fucking rad enough and moved to Jersey. The town too cool to be called New.
It's a state, but we call it a town for all intents and purposes, those being to fuck with you for the purpose of obtaining your sympathy - for Brian. For, he is no longer with us now. He's up in Heaven. Jersey Heaven.
Please God help him guide his powerful hands along the Waacom tablet of freedom and into your good graces, Lord. Brian needs you now more than ever. More than we do.
Get fucked Lord, and please help Brian find his way into your heaven, or new jersey or whatever the fuck this is about.
Brian Bear.
The problem with blogs in general is that nobody reads them. I might as well be in a spaceship headed to the center of the sun writing on the inside of its hull about the trials and tribulations of Brian Fucking Bear.
Let me blog you something else about Brian the Fucking Bear. This motherfucker makes cartunes. It's like magic on the computer had a baby with Satan and it grew up to be a cartoonist who decided Richmond was not fucking rad enough and moved to Jersey. The town too cool to be called New.
It's a state, but we call it a town for all intents and purposes, those being to fuck with you for the purpose of obtaining your sympathy - for Brian. For, he is no longer with us now. He's up in Heaven. Jersey Heaven.
Please God help him guide his powerful hands along the Waacom tablet of freedom and into your good graces, Lord. Brian needs you now more than ever. More than we do.
Get fucked Lord, and please help Brian find his way into your heaven, or new jersey or whatever the fuck this is about.
Brian Bear.
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