I've overcome my fear of the mundane, surrendered my fight for spontaneity, & given up my quest for originality. I've decided to post again.
Also I've remembered my password.
I'd started to become preoccupied with the thought that if an infinite number of monkeys, each wrote a blog for a long enough period of time, one of them would be exactly replicating my blog & the others may be writing something more interesting.
I'm now going to watch a T.V. programme about bodybuilding old age pensioners. And no-one can stop me.
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About Me
- Rob
- Life's pretty sweet mostly. I spend my days stoked, doing really gnarly shit. Sometimes shit gets really, really gnarly & I've scored some sick wipeouts, but I just get back on my board, & do something really gnarly.
30 comments:
Welcome back! I'd just been sitting here staring at your blog and hitting refresh every two minutes for the last 9 weeks. I'm still in a state of panic now that there is actually something new and it talks about monkeys.
Everyone loves monkeys, dangit!
And everyone loves stories about Degsey!
Levinthal's paradox!
This is the definite end of all my prejudice with regard to beer drinking, grass smoking musicians! Thank you for opening my eyes Rob!
PS: the link to the new stuff web-site on monkey basket site does not work. Perhaps you have influences that can make it work?
Gotta love those OAP's!!
Please tell Gaz that an American gal says Happy Birthday -- we're the same exact age, according to the wikipedia (08/03/76). And a happy day to you as well.
Happy Birthday Found Clothing Girl.
Shit!
That's tomorrow & I haven't got Gaz a pressie yet.
Maybe today I'll somehow stumble upon a nice smoking jacket.
It's unlikely but I don't have any other ideas...
Tomorrow mmm .. Too little time to re-send the two CD's I mailed to the wrong adress last month.
Could have fit under glasses of beer neatly, I guess.
Anyone having birthday soon into mini-frisbees perhaps.
Have a nice day anyway. Congratulations!
I got him a pony. SHhhh it's a surprise.
Goddammit, Steph. Why didn't you TELL me you were getting Rob's little (but not littlest) bruver a pony? Now I have to take mine back.
Do you think he'd like a hamster instead?
(Rob: I read monkey Hamlet. No great shakes.)
Tell Gaz I said happy Birthday from Colorado I made him a Cookie but I ated it
Steph, how big do I have to grow my sideburns before you'll get ME a pony?
Oh Simone, it's not about the sideburns. You have so much to learn, young grashopper.
I actually had a dream last night that you and Kate and I were at a show and Supergrass was annoyed with me but not with you and Kate. What the hell?
woot!
[that is all I say these days apparently]
Geez, I don't get that. I'm equally as annoying as you are, with or without sufficient sideburns. Don't know about Kate though!
Kate is British so she's probably appropriately subdued...unlike my American self. :)
Nah, I am a mouthy Brit. Why do you think I live in NYC?
This morning I found a pony tied to my front door.
Accompanying note stated: 'This pony was meant as a gift for a musical friend. But as someone else already got him a pony, I got stuck with this one.
Alas I'm not in the position to keep it. Please take good care of it'.
Who did this??
You're welcome, underground! His name is Sizzles and he likes to eat sugar cubes.
This means Gaz didn't get a pony at all. I gave mine away to a little girl in the neighborhood when I heard that Steph had bought him a pony. Poor Gaz. Maybe no-one got him anything.
We really have to get ourselves better organized before Rob's birthday rolls around. Perhaps we could all club together and get him one of these?
www.angryman.ca/blog/uploaded_images/TypingMonkey-766949.jpg
...so that he KNOWS those damn monkeys don't have nothing on him.
[img]http://www.theex.nl/galleries/donkey.jpg[/img]
Sizzles says 'Hi'.
Steph, just so you know, more than a pony, I want a Mediterranean Miniature Donkey. I saw them on TV a few years ago and I've been obsessed ever since. I wrote a song about them and everything, though I regret to admit that the only words are "Mediterranean", "Miniature" and "Donkey".
http://www.miniature-donkey-assoc.com/Colours.htm
Always thought the Zedonk or Zebroid was quite different looking. It's a cross between a zebra and a donkey.
These are sort of cute, but not as cute as the Mediterranean Miniature Donkey that Simone wants.
I like the fourth one down. I think it's the chocolate brown one.
http://www.messybeast.com/history/zedonk.htm
Oh my god, Kelly, those are amazing! I thought that was a made up animal! want one of those too, but if I can't afford one, I'll just put stripey socks on my miniature donkey.
underground,
Sizzles the Pony left a comment at my blog. I didn't know he was so literate when I left him in Gouda. What a magical pony, and clever!
Horse
Such a magical horse
But time waits for no one
So why don't we eat croissant?
I guess I'm joining a long list of people who have left drunken entries at Bob's Big Blog. I'll regret this tomorrow.
Welcome to Club Drunken Entry, Stephanie!
Steph.
So THAT's what he was doing at the computer. I thought he was looking for for 'Black Beauty'-episodes!
I haven't touched alcohol for the last 14 years, but I'm sure to be wasted by nature.
Does anybody know the official name of the hybride made from a sheep and a goat?
In Holland we call them 'schaap' and 'geit', but don't know which parts of these words we need to put together; 'Gaap' means 'Gasp' in Dutch, while 'Scheit' stands for a misspelled crap (Plain 'shit').
So perhaps it's better to use the English terminology.
There have been 27 comments here long enough so I'm making it 28. When will Rob come back? Life can be so cruel, so cruel.
Okay, now there have been 28 comments for too long.
Plus one, by now!
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