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I like the special "good luck" handshake & kiss from Cy. Like he's putting the mojo into the tools of the trade.

By  The Capt'n, at 9:18 AM  

Gree C. just told me about our Team Shredder blog being busted today. I just got home and have been fucking around with it so hopefully it's back up and running. Why does Blogger break the blogs sometimes? It's distressing mostly because this happened just at the moment when Gree C. was ready to launch a new column, called "Poetry Slam."
And she has a whole new poem and everything.

By  The Capt'n, at 11:05 PM  

that's one hot babe and I'm dead!

By  Anonymous, at 11:44 PM  

god wendy you're really on to something there about the dj

Capt'n I hope you accept my poetry challenge remember-rhymes with puny

By  Anonymous, at 11:48 PM  

Gree C, I think you need to send me your poem so that I can publish it first. Or something. I don't trust myself to do it from memory because I have the CRS syndrome now, I mean I know the heart of the poem but I don't want to get it wrong since it's so nuanced in such a way that only you can do.
p.s. Blogger is working my last gay nerve, or as that lady once said to Bernadette Marie Bernadette, "Get your gay white ass out of Philadelphia."

By  The Capt'n, at 12:07 AM  

I can remember things random haters said to friends on the street like 17 years ago and I can remember getting my fucking diapers changed, but important shit like the exact phrasing of your poem that you said to me an hour ago....dust in the wind.

By  The Capt'n, at 12:12 AM  

Sea Monkey, I wanted to extend a special thanks to you for the pictures of DJ Twunt, and the new one of Buddy, and our special talking and correspondance as of late. You, babe, are the eye of the tiger.

By  The Capt'n, at 12:14 AM  

Capt'n
you can remember getting your diapers changed? that's a sign of genius, I think
maybe you need to come here and take Sea Monkeys "goddess shovel," writing workshop to get over your block
Don't be afraid of the poem

Sea Monkey so much of me wants to tell you to dump a bunch of dry food in a bowl and just come with me but I know its not like that I'm not really advocating irresponsibility to the wee ones-call me 50 times

By  Anonymous, at 7:36 AM  

There once was a girl from Altoony
she had a strong sense of communy
she no longer felt
the void of der Velt
The World to this girl was quite puny

By  The Capt'n, at 8:27 AM  

Clearly you're on to something with that genius business.
I totally remember getting 'em changed. The memory of the searing burn of diaper rash is etched upon my ass crack forever, psychically I mean. May have something to do with the fact that I wore diapers till I was 3+, according to my mom.

By  The Capt'n, at 8:31 AM  

Um, just how + of three, Capt'n?
I really like your poetics, and would like to support your work by organizing a wommin's poetry slam when you're in residence in NY.

By  Unknown, at 1:15 PM  

These images are reminiscent of Mark Morrisroe...

By  Unknown, at 1:53 PM  

But you can be sure I'll come crawling back later.

By  The Capt'n, at 2:22 PM  

Who's Mark Morrisroe?

By  Anonymous, at 6:30 PM  

I'm writing my thesis on Mark Morrisroe's photographic queering of portrait subjects. I would be interested to interview some of the participants on this blog. Please write to me at: queerpuntum@yahoo.com.

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