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Genealogy!

In Superintelligent sea cucumbers, Uncategorized on October 27, 2016 at 5:17 am

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Rob Delaney‘s progeny.

SONS

Alex
Bavin
Belp Shaganzo
Belth
Beston
Bramber
Bryntallion
Branson
Bryam
Caleb
Cevin
Chavin
Chendy
Chesney
Chunce
Cussler
David
Devon
Frenley
Gennder
Geoff
Gibraltar
Glanley
Glanson
Glem
Grove
Jadden
Jalbravean
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Fishkill Uvula Chili Korn

In Superintelligent sea cucumbers on June 17, 2016 at 10:04 pm

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The NATO phonetic alphabetic (alpha, bravo, charlie, etc.) is used primarily by members of the military in order to communicate messages of great import clearly under adverse conditions. The original alphabet has gotten a bit threadbare due to its often haphazard inclusion in one too many war movies. As an alternative, I have put together the following.

ERA (emergency reptile alphabet)

A aspic

B bilbo

C chili

D dork

E eglantine

F fishkill

G gelid

H husk

I iskandar

J jerk

K korn

L lurch

M moist

N nodule

O oprah

P penis

Q quisp

R rascal

S slacks

T thor

U uvula

V vuvla

W whiffle

X xenon

Y yutz

Z zillow

 

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Clown Suit, Cross and Flame Thrower

In Superintelligent sea cucumbers on February 8, 2012 at 3:52 pm

From my brother, who lives in a wind-swept rural ranching and university town in central Washington state.

You should be aware that when we moved into our house in the country two and a half years ago, D. was exploring the barn when he found the (disturbing) following. Read the rest of this entry »

Lost Bob Folder Poem Rediscovered

In Bob Folder, Dream Teens, Poetry, Superintelligent sea cucumbers on April 10, 2011 at 6:32 pm

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Employing the literary archaeological technique of musico-textual analysis, the Center for Folderian Studies has reconstructed a lost poem by the master-poet Bob Folder. Among the poems lost in the infamous Max’s Bob Folder Folder Incident, this poem has been resurrected from a Dream Teens song that used his words for lyrics. (Listen to the song here.)

There was some contention as to whether the song’s lyrics come from a single poem or are the result of merging several together. Dr. Taylor said he believed the lyrics to come from a single poem with the LBaB reference being a list item; this led me to speculate that TtA was also perhaps a list item. Research is ongoing.

Read the poem after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »

Morpheme Tales

In Morpheme Tales, Superintelligent sea cucumbers on February 5, 2011 at 8:10 pm

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I Flossed: The Story Of Watergourd Bacon and His Quest For A Single Second

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What Ebenezer Told Me Afterward

Skunks are here, living, breathing, like carps tossed by the red hot-bucket into wind tunnels. Is that what you were asking? Was the Pope or other like-minded ecclesiastical authority, small red leather disk noggin-top, three sheets to the wind on an arc of hand sugar? Or was that absolute boggle-de-terre, sil-vous-plait? Mais oui de er ikke mye venn du weißt worüber ich spreche aunque, yo tomo la gracia de las tiendas en los ojos: Skippy comes, he is pure fire. Read the rest of this entry »

10 Things You Didn’t Know About Julian Assange

In Superintelligent sea cucumbers on December 14, 2010 at 11:34 pm

I LIKE TURNIPS!

In order of mounting importance, here are the secrets governments would kill to know about the boss of the Wikileaks site.

10. Turnips

Before turning his hand to the Internet, ran a mail-order business out of a dilapidated farm house in rural New South Wales. Read the rest of this entry »

A Moment of Gambler’s Clarity

In Bob Folder, Drama, Joe Brooks, Superintelligent sea cucumbers on November 4, 2010 at 3:07 am

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My friend Joe Brooks and I wrote this script for a short film some years back, after a trip to Vegas. I’m not sure where the title character came from. But I’m pretty sure he’s real.

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Note on characters:  Guy is a man.  Brent Huffman, on the other hand is a stuffed peccary mounted on a wheeled board with casters and a twine string to pull him with.  All the characters in the play react to Brent as though they can hear him.  The audience cannot.  The Dealer, the Waiter, Second Dealer and the Mob Boss can be played by one actor

SCENE ONE – EVENING AT A BLACKJACK TABLE AT THE SAHARA IN LAS VEGAS
The dealer, Paul, Guy and Brent Huffman are sitting around the table.

DEALER
Sir?

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It’s Available

In Bob Folder, Superintelligent sea cucumbers on October 29, 2010 at 7:03 am

A Small, Clear Can of Bees: Transcript of Fugue State Expeditions’ Operation Drybar: A Survival Story

In Superintelligent sea cucumbers on October 23, 2010 at 8:57 pm

Joe Brooks

In honor of the passing of my friend, I am republishing my Joe posts

MT. HOOD OREGON, DECEMBER 15, 2001

CURT HOPKINS:

This is Fugue State Expeditions expedition log for Operation Drybar, Saturday, December 15, about 10:15. We’re in the parking lot at the trail head. All hope is lost. All hope is lost.

JOE BROOKS:

Fugue Expeditions, December 15th, Tilly Jane Trail, 35 minutes into our adventure. The feeling of death surrounds us like some sort of cloying smoke. Curt’s disappeared into the smoke twice. I can’t imagine how we could live much longer. If we live for another entry, it’ll be a miracle. Surely this will all that’ll be heard until March. Read the rest of this entry »

What Ever Happened to the Coke-Snorting Weasel

In Superintelligent sea cucumbers on October 23, 2010 at 8:55 pm

Joe Brooks

In honor of the passing of my friend, I am republishing my Joe posts

Joe:

“The coke snorting weasel was whoever happened to be the, ‘man in the lemur outfit’… I think it (the costume) got thrown out on some sad cold rainy moving day, years ago. Damp with old beery basement water, his bass string whiskers hoary with corrosion, the weasel was put to rest in the dumpster across the alley from the bowling ball house, along with some broken glass filled boxes of Dan’s and a bale of briefs that belonged to Dave Nagle, that had ‘Dave Nagle’ written in the waistband by his mother. He was a good lemur/weasel.”