link no worky. Couldn't get it to come up directly either.
so disappointing....
link no worky. Couldn't get it to come up directly either.
so disappointing....
I'm hosting a bunch of domains on that server so you won't be able to get there via the IP and the name probably hasn't made it to all the DNS servers yet. The name should resolve soon.
Sweet. You rock.
A cool thing is that the last light bulb in this room blew today so I'm typing this in the dark*; I guess I rock too.
*well I got some monitor glow, yo.
How about a bumper sticker of Shinjuku making warm stinky bukakke on George Bush's face? I'd buy a few of those.
Daniel Ortega eats here.
i was thinking the same thing today. i'm thinking up a whole political series.Originally Posted by Viva
problem is you can only put up one bumpersticker design at a time... maybe there is a better way to get stickers? i'll look into that.
So glades, how'd the project end up going off? shinjuku?
Peasants sleeping silently
Whelk arises in Hiroshimatic horror
SHINJUKU, MOTHERFUCKERS!
Check out "EPOCH", a B-grade science fiction movie about a 4 billion year old alien mollusk shaped structure found hovering in Bhutan, that just may change the future of all lifeforms on the planet.
Click here http://littleman.com/movies/films/7/000179457.html
I used to have mad Flash developer steeze. Angry Whelk the animated series on www.angrywhelk.com a possibility?
"I smell varmint puntang."
Friday afternoon bump of one of the greatest threads ever.
Shinjuku, Motherfuckers!
Wow, I can't believe my thread turned into this. That is all.
I am fairly new to this site and a lot of times it is just ridiculous spew. But I almost ruptured myself laughing - you guys were rocking with this one. Thank god I have real walls not a cube.Originally Posted by road trip
It's hard to be funny on command, but I can do it.
Basom and Roo are even better.
Shinjuku, man. Think about it.
randomly saw this:
Hollow smoke the hole transmitting
her hair come out like red meat through uh screen door
wiped her shoulder balanced like a ball
her face was erect on a long thin neck
light rubber mountains in the distance stretched
under wind blown spider webs
the wind puffed out drank the blue sky
one milk cloud grazed
the sun sailed into black bag hung t' strap around
the girl bowed 'n rested against her cocked hip
a row of buttons ran up her like raisins
crisp collars folds made shadows under her loose breasts
feet orange rakes wiggled sand
the sea moved returned claimed one lace paper plate
like a frayed damp fish it spun 'n sank in a foaming circle
a sandwich corner flys in a gulls beak
she smiles her fingers skim into green beads
drip roll 'n line off her creased palm
clear salt diamonds sparkle on her nose
black horns shadows her cheeks
turn pink red pulp darts into speech
'n rests between glazed white
in a moment I say
the day caught me full hot open eyes swam blood graphs
cloth grated roughly damp where I set
black hair fur 'n wings rancid rainbows
hummed the half eatin' dead fish silver 'n pink brine
bubbled from the torn off fin
I searched for a stick
poked the bloated bulb one scale broke loose like uh husk
shaped like a fingernail blew away like paper
over my shoulder the sand made the highway crawl
black 'n wavy my car looked important
a fat person moved noisily by with two small children
on either hip disappeared down the beach as decorated genitals
under an umbrella rocks stuck my buttered body
I caught one under my nail 'n flicked it with my thumb
Pena said: "You look like a sugared strawberry."
we better get going before it gets cold 'n it makes us too hot
Pena danced like a wounded stork - held her foot up
screaming: "I have been bitten by something!"
I consoled her - you have been attacked by a coke cap
it's angry teeth prints fading
Pena exclaimed: "That's the raspberries."
uh banana like uh limp star drooped from her free hand
this situation pleased the old man
his face smiled leather laughter
the thermos opened - the inside of the car
tasted like a caramel you walked by
this is cold - this is too - somebody will see if we do something
about it - it's too day
you wanted to - it was your idea - it's damp 'n cold 'n noisy
at night though - cops might arrest us - who cares how we go
together but Jesus?
Pena your legs are pretty as uh crab the way they open
"Are like pincers" said Pena innocently
"Whales never come out of the water do they?" Pena tongued
if that happened it would be uh sticky situation - listen to
the ocean - I can't - all those little ears - ha ha pth pth zzzz
Pena exclaimed: "That's the raspberries!"
what more could you want than to be brought up?
the old fart's heart beat like uh drum
his mouth was dry 'n there was an angry whelk
throbbing from where he'd been poked earlier that day
while posing as a dead fish
one fly had crawled through the nostrils in his intricate
trout replica mask and had somehow got fouled-up in his
intricate air-bulb atomizer breathing device 'n it whistled
'n stank 'n tickled with every breath
one leg had been torn off where the tube went in his mouth
he could feel it hanging from his lip
'n the thought of it almost made him vomit
he was numb from the neck down
and was too exhausted at this point t' dig himself out of the sand
his whole scheme had been foiled
by the fog that gathered on the inside
of the detailed view holes
that even upon close inspection
appeared to be eyes
- Don Van Vliet
Whoa.
Captain Beefheart, way ahead of his time, as usual.
What a visionary genius.
Now I am drowned.
you are drown, dude
I wonder how glademaster's Happy Hands Club t-shirts turned out, anyway.
It's idomatic, beatch.
Google also reveals this:Originally Posted by Basom
WeirdOLLi the ORMER
MYTH & LEGEND
by
A V J Brassell
Introduction
The Ormer (Haliotis Tuberculata) is considered by Guernsey people to be the Islands own Gastropod.Its name is derived from the French for "Sea Ear" which relates to the Gastropods shape. It is better known as one of the many species of Abalone to be found around the world.
The flesh of the ormer has been eaten in Guernsey, the northern most limit of the Gastropods range in Europe, since time immemorial and it has found a special place in Guernsey folklore.I remember being told as a child of the Giant Ormer of the Russell which if hit by a passing ship could cause it to founder. The Giant Ormer was alleged to be responsible for many of the mysterious sinkings off Guernsey’s east coast.
There were also the mysterious swimming Ormers of the west coast which trailed beautiful veils of delicate white and were known as the fairies of the sea.
But for me the talking Ormers of the south coast are the most evocative and real of all the many stories about our favourite gastropod and it is they that are the inspiration for "Olli the Ormer".
The Talking Ormers
It is said that many years ago when the Ormer was under extreme pressure from human hunters, a small colony at the bottom of the steepest cliffs on the South Coast of Guernsey, was led to safety by the first of the talking Ormers.
He has gone down in Ormer legend as "The Deliverer".
It was "The Deliverer" who taught the other Ormers to speak, enabling them to warn each other of approaching danger. It was also that hero who brought them out from under the rocks when all was clear, and taught the Ormers how to hold their heads high and enjoy life to the full.
Legend has it that the talking Ormers can still be found at the bottom of the South Coast cliffs but it is a foolish man who tries to climb down those cliffs to find them. So there Olli and his family live safe and happy carrying on the talking Ormer tradition.
When in his favourite rockpool Olli is surrounded by his family and friends.They include Red, the Jersey Ormer, a special friend washed ashore on a piece of driftwood after a very fierce South Easterly gale. There is also another friend called Barney, because of the large barnacle on his shell. We must not forget Molly, Olli’s mum, together with his many smaller brothers and sisters.
As well as the Ormers there are also a collection of creatures of many different shapes and sizes. Winkles, limpets and an angry whelk all cling to the sides of the rockpool. An old hermit crab scuttles across the bottom of the pool, while several shrimps feed amongst the green weed near the pools surface.
A few small fish hide in the shade at the bottom of the pool and occasionally a bigger fish gets trapped as the tide drops. These are special moments for the inhabitants of the pool as they get to meet travellers from the big sea. It can be dangerous however if the big fish turns out to be hungry.
Look out for stories about Olli and his friends on this site and when you visit Guernsey
Thank god there isn't an "angry winkle."
It's idomatic, beatch.
I need more Whelk in my life. Seriously.
Drive slow, homie.
i just wanted to add that gflademaster is the worst poster in the history of the internet.
I'm bumping a classic because I've got about 24 hours left in what has been a 3 week stay in Shinjuku for school/work. The worst part about the trip was wanting to yell Shinjuku Motherfuckers! every time we swiped our passmo at the JR line's turnstiles - sadly, no one would have gotten the reference.
bump
This thread has gotten better with age.
I don't think my apathetic HS environmental group ever did get around to making shirts, but wow, I just read through this thread for the first time in 9+ years. I feel it may have been my greatest contribution to TGR.
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