300 million screaming apes on the Western Front

Reporting from a rickety shack on the edge of the great glassy sea. This is the last outpost of the now defunct Civil Interest Desk. From now on all points of interest will ride the waves ahead. Consider this the lone Japanese soldier left on the island.

Expect further transmission by Monday.




We\Are\The\Lurkers: We have mace, and we are coming to your dance party.

R.I.P.

will be missed.
George Carlin

childhood.

i like.
i liked.
i lol'd.

Its Sunday.

If I ever wanted to pull a raid, look no further.

Thinking about building a trash house?

might want one of these.






P.S.

Theres a hate storm on the horizon. We are out for blood.

Making your parents

proud.

So, Lets get this machine running.

The world of lurking is only getting better.

RL Lurk 1: Additional Family.
So, I live at home. It's particularly nice because I live the broke student life. But, something has gone hellishly wrong.
I wake every morning between 9 and 10, clean up and do things around the house. Nothing really hard, I do it to make my mom's house clean.
This is where everything goes wrong.
See, my mother decided to put up an exhibit in our house: "Whiskey Tango: Introspect".

So, I live my days studying how all my orange juice gets drank, my house gets dirtier, and TV polluted with "All My Children".
Things don't work out too great. Out of the kindness in my heart, I'll help out their family yet, "Thanks" is out of the vocabulary.
My cell phone minutes go to the exhibit, only to get the response, "I'll give you money for your minutes."..... I don't care.

This experience isn't ending, my house is getting raided everyday with yells for the 8 year old to grab the dog, and the inevitable series of questions and answers.

RL Lurk 2: Graduation.

More or Less, Retrograde social motion is among us.
Mullets and Hollister.




Popular Culture.

Obama. Change? meh, I'll stick with Ron Paul.
McCain shoots meth.

I'll dump some links on your chest soon.