December Wolves:We Are So Fucking Witty

Fuck nostalgia. I am alive in this moment and no other. Now, excuse me while I update my facebook status with that. This is another blog about how stupid and short-sighted I am.

Congratulations on complaining about reposting on a useless facebook group.

Really, I was moments away from commenting that on a thread but luckily, I realized I had nothing to say except berate other people on a thread for berating other people. Realizing this, I felt like a real winner.

It goes like this. One of the people is super catty about making sure there aren't reposts in a Facebook group with over 9000 pictures on it. So, she and this other guy (both friends of Eleven Names, by the way) constantly post on the thread that the picture is already here. Infuriatingly, they don't provide links. It's frustrating to have someone tell you it's already there and not have the courtesy of showing where.

But yes. Posting on a facebook thread and being smug about how people are wasting their time seems lie a bad way to go about the business of the entertainment in my life. It's not like I'm contributing anything. Snark is a vessel for showing how intelligent you believe yourself to be. And in a conversation where people are already getting out of hand, it's unwise.

Beyond that, it's more embarrassing for me that I was actively searching for that thread so I could look smarter. I had to look for that picture at work and then type something into that little text box and look for a way to put those people down. I should be bigger than that. I've been on the internet for a good decade of my life now and I'm reinforcing this tendency for replies and attention?

I'm a college graduate, man. I'm too old for shit like this. But I'm not, really, am I?

I want other people to see how intelligent I am, damn it! I want to be recognized, by the universe at large, I suppose. I reinforce this dumb cycle of hate with everyone "in before Person X says Y" or every witty comment I feel compelled to make. I know it's a larger part of the game of top dog, but for whatever reason, I'm hesitant to walk away from it. (I mean, I just love Courage Wolf!) It's one way of staying in touch. But reading it I just feel like I'm done.

That's it. Simply fed up and tired. This feeling might pass in the morning. I hope it does, but if I take nothing else from it, I guess I'm just going to try to leave positive messages or none at all. Hey, that sounds kind of familiar. What's old is new.

(And no, I'm not going to end the blog on that note. I've done that too many times before and by now that's one of my tropes. The other, in case you're wondering, is trying to connect myself to a larger idea.) Life is short and I should have better things to do than prance around on the internet showing off my presumed plumage. And if I don't, frankly, I ought to shut up and create them. So I'm going to go do that.

December Wolves: Not Howling At The New Moon

Not much to say about this one. I don't hate Twilight and that's not damning with faint praise. I just haven't been around it, so the information about it seems fresh and peculiar. Plus, we've all been young and liked bad things in retrospect.




I saw a magazine cover that said Twilight must die. I disagree.

This may sound counter-intuitive, but I mean it. Hearing about vampires right out of an Abercrombie ad does not annoy or phase me. I do not go into a frothing rage over the Twilight series and given that I've LARPed using a Vampire: the Masquerade setting, I'd like to think I have some cachet when I say these things.

It's for a couple reasons.

One. I've organized my life in such a manner that I avoid a lot of infotainment being paraded as news, so I'm not remotely fed up with the apparent ubiquity of the off-brand vampire series.

But, because I specifically avoid being innundated with news I don't care about, I'm not annoyed at "emo vampires." Speaking of which, I am convinced motherfuckers using the word emo have no fucking idea what it means and the ought to shut their goddamn mouths. The movies, at best are checkered and are full of Young Attractive People, who are apparently making the Hollywood rounds like every other batch of starlets before them. But if your world is under siege by news of shit you don't care about, the most recent of which being emo vampires, perhaps you ought to move away from that world.

(My life is also not structured so much that a dubiously authentic take on vampires insults me, either.)

For heaven's sake, guys. It's not like pop culture was terribly interesting before Twilight showed up and sucked the fun out of it. "Lady" Gaga can only be in the news so often.

My interaction with Twilight and its fanbase is minimal, by design. Therefore, when I hear it being discussed, it's something that still has a bit of freshness. The good vampires shine in the daylight, like glitter? Okay. It sounds like Magical Love Gentleman took a tragic turn, but whatever.


Two. It's an introduction for young people to reading. I'm a pretty voracious reader, but my infatuation started with Asterix and those sappy teen Jedi books. The good of kids still getting excited about books, in this case is far more powerful to me than the ubiquity of Twilight related merchandise.


Three. It's an introduction for young people to vampires. Who knows how many people will pick up a Buffy DVD or watch an episode on Hulu (Shit guys, do you think it's a coincidence that Hulu is broadcasting the whole series, one season at a time right the fuck now?) OR pick up a more "core" vampire book? These things can't be discounted. Truth is, we all have to start somewhere and for most of us, our introductions were just as gloriously terrible, if not more so.

In this case, this is their time to get intrigued and learn more, if they so choose. For the people who are "supposed" to know better, I don't know what to tell you. There are worse things to enjoy, secretly.


Four. I've heard the books are terrible from people I trust so it's not like I'm going into this expecting a great book and getting disappointed. I'm not horrified that the series itself plays fast and loose with the core concepts of vampires while retaining the parts it likes.

Vampire lore (like fiction generally) is pretty incestuous. White Wolf may complain, but they stole from Anne Rice, who was cribbing off of Bram Stoker, who may have just been rewriting the rougher stories he heard about Vlad the Impaler, mixed with his own imagination while a lot of people in Dublin had leprosy.

Also, Countess Bathory. Holy shit, Countess Bathory. Just click the link and you'll see why I'm at a loss for words there.

Twilight's a bad book series (but not the worst thing to happen ever) that for reasons that baffle me is huge. It's annoying for now, but if in five or six years we see a sustained interest in Buffy, Dracula and non-mainstream modes of communication then I think all the glittery teens are worth it.

Celebrate Easter with Our Happy Family

Ugh.

I've spent all day online, arguing with Zachary about Achewood and unsuccessfully convincing James to do crystal meth with me. ENJOY YOUR QUOTES YOU MONSTERS.

James: what did you think of my update?
Thomas: ...What update?
James: on elevennames.
Thomas: OH RIGHT
Thomas: You mean *my* update.

Thomas: LETS DO CRYSTAL METH
James: NO, LETS NOT.
Thomas: I HATE MY TEETH THOUGH

Thomas: Are you saying I should not be smoking crystal meth because I can't eat a sandwich?

Thomas: It's holy week! Yesterday was okay thursday, and before that, alright wednesday.
Thomas: But it's good friday now, and tomorrow? Awesome saturday.

Thomas: HAY ZACH WHO ARE YOU TEXTING
Thomas: IDK, MY BFF CHINA LOL
Thomas: *heads of baby boomers explode*
Zachary: I always assume that is the silent punctuation to every third line or so you write. Of anything.

Zachary: ...I still need to write the story of Osteotto, the messenger pigeon.
Thomas: I thought they were all dead!
Zachary: They probably are!
Zachary: That just makes the story even sadder than I thought it was!
Thomas: Unless you set it in WWII. Maybe you could have some matchstick girl dying of tuberculosis.

Zachary: Also, I hear you loathe achewood.
Zachary: http://achewood.com/
Zachary: Loathe today's!
Zachary: And/or this one and the one following it:
(Zachary proceeds to link to Achewood comics for forty minutes)

Cathleen: We'll pour molten chocolate over James or something.
Thomas: And then cover him in rose petals!

Thomas: Lolporn? Hmmm
Zachary: Hm.
Zachary: No.
Thomas: "I can has orgasm nau plz?"
Thomas: "Nom nom nom"
Beth: ....
Thomas: "Lonleez iz watchin you masturbate"
Zachary: ...
Beth: If you need me, I'll be in my room.
Zachary: "You has a flavor."
Beth: CRY-ING.

Zachary: And yes, surprise zombie buttsecks.
Zachary: There was, in fact, graphic surprise zombie buttsecks.
Thomas: Surprise zombie buttsecks!
Thomas: Surprise zombie buttsecks?
Beth: Discard it, Thomas! Let us never speak of this again!
Thomas: Surprise! Zombie buttsecks.
Thomas: Surprise zombie! Buttsecks?
Thomas: Okay.

Zachary: Okay. Any other issues?
Beth: You're gay!
Thomas: YOU TOTALLY ARE!

James: Did you see what I did there?
Thomas: I did indeed.
James: You are supposed to say, Yes, I see what you did there.
James: For the purposes of crazy quotes.
Thomas: YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF CRAZY QUOTES

BUNNIES SAY HIP HOP AND YOU DON'T STOP.

Qrazy Quotes for Hedonism Week! Enjoy too much information!

Hello, gentle readers!
I present before you a special event, a near transcript of the meeting between everyone but Jack, with all the boring parts cut out. The topic? Hedonism theme week. OooOOoOOooh. The boring parts have all been cut out, so it's only about one tenth as painful as the real thing was. Enjoy!


James: Anyway, what's up?
Thomas: Not much. Hating. Patrolling. Trying to catch people riding dirty.
James: It's good to know you haven't forgotten the streets.
Thomas: I hate them so.

Thomas: ...okay, Cathleen's going to go have sex.
Thomas: So she's probably not coming to the meeting of our blog.
James: ...
Zachary: Good for Cathleen.
Thomas: I know, right?

Zachary: Eleven Names is about being interesting and writing things.
Thomas: In the least intellectually dishonest way.
Thomas: With a rake.
Zachary: Maybe.

Zachary: And it is hard to have a group identity when we don't post enough. But, I don't like low volume of posts as a justification for making decisions we'll have to live with for a long period of time.
James: THEN POST MORE.
Thomas: ...said the kettle.

Beth: We had standards?
Beth: ...why?

Zachary: Yeah, I hate that.
Thomas: You hate my voice inflection boots?

Thomas: Anyone have a post in the pipe?
Zachary: Yup!
Zachary: By which I mean no.
Thomas: Ah good.

Thomas: It is hard to feel the hedonism in February.
Thomas: OH LOOK I'M SICK AND IT'S FUCKING COLD OUT THERE *UNF UNF UNF*

Zachary: So, Cathleen is back.
Thomas: How long was that?
Zachary: 40 minutes?

Thomas: Someone with a rigid and potent chat invite, please use it on Cathleen.
Zachary: Apparently there is no chat invite rigid or potent enough.

James: That's why I'm grumpy, I didn't have my happy lamp on.
Zachary: ...
Zachary: SO SAD
Thomas: *UNF UNF UNF UNF*

Cathleen: hedonism
James: Yes.
James: We are for it

James: That pointless homosexual teasing.
Thomas: We are more than friends, but less than lovers! OUR LOVE HAS NO NAME!
Cathleen: You could call it Jake!
Cathleen: Jake is a nice name.

Cathleen: I am stressed now!
Cathleen: I will fucking end you all!

Cathleen: and what happened to James?
Thomas: Dead.
Zachary: Buried.
Thomas: Happy lamp overloaded, burnt the flesh from his bones.
Zachary: It's true.
Zachary: I heard the sizzle.
Cathleen: I love my happy lamp.
James: Sigh.
Cathleen: There he is!
Thomas: FUCKING ZOMBIEA AGHAGHAGHH
Thomas: ...
Thomas: *UNFBRAIN UNFBRAIN UNFBRAIN*

Thomas: College sucks! Everything sucks!
Thomas: *runs upstairs, shuts door, plays loud fall out boy*
James: Sigh.
James: I think I know that song, too.

Cathleen: YES!
Cathleen: no . . .
Thomas: STOP MESSING WITH ME WOMAN

Beth: .....
Beth: I've fucked for seven straight hours.
Beth: While (edited - Zach: TAKE THAT OUT Thomas: D:<)
Thomas: Notes for next time: Have someone feeding you grapes.

Thomas: Old people can have sexytime too!
Zachary: ...yeah, they can.
Thomas: But that does not mean I want to watch that, Internet.

Zachary: Philosphy of Athens (seize the new) versus Sparta (appreciate what you have).
Thomas: Spoiler: Athens wins.

Cathleen: so are there anymore "staff" related issues we need to work out?
Zachary: No. I don't think there really were originally.
Zachary: But I'm glad we talked about things.
Thomas: Blamed: James.
Zachary: Indeed!
Cathleen: Seconded.
Cathleen: Now.
Zachary: Now?
James: ?
Beth: Yes!
Thomas: GET HIM!
Zachary: RAAAA

POST NUMBER ONE HUNDRED FORTY

So I am pretty sure that I killed Captain Planet yesterday in what we shall euphemistically call a "controlled burn", designed to take care of a troublesome structure. There were no twenty foot high columns of flame, but there were plenty of clouds of black, sweet-smelling smoke, most of which scorched my lungs into ragged bands of lemonade-soaked beef jerky. Perhaps Turkey Jerky. DELICIOUS

It's Friday! Embrace your inevitable death and join us for QRAZY QUOTES!



Thomas: I WILL NOT SPEAK ILL OF THE SPONSORS
Zachary: Which one is it now?
Thomas: I will not speak of it.

Zachary: When will Thomas go back to writing every day so the rest of us can slack off?
Thomas: When he stops drinking.
Zachary: So, never?
Thomas: It may be quite a while.

Zachary: AND THE GOVERNMENT CONTROLS ALL THE LAUNDROMATS
Thomas: TINFOIL HATS NOW
Zachary: TINFOIL HATS FOR ALWAYS

Thomas: Maybe later, when we become a folk pop band.
James: This one doesn't involve us actually having to learn or be competent with instruments or have appreciable music talent.
Zachary: I HAVE VAGUELY APPRECIABLE MUSIC TALENT
Thomas: I can play the cornet!
Cathleen: I AM QUITE MUSICALLY TALENTED
Zachary: ONLY JAMES IS UNTALENTED NOW
Zachary: SUFFER, JAMES
Thomas: *WOOMWOOMWOOMWOOM*

Zachary: DAMMIT
Zachary: STOP ATTRIBUTING MY BEST TERRIBLE IDEAS TO THOMAS
Cathleen: *sigh*

Cathleen: You make me and my legitimate questions cry.

Jack: I don't mind the sexy at all.
Thomas: I would not mind the sexy, but I fear others would.
Zachary: I as well don't mind the sexy.

Zachary: We need badges, or t-shirts or something.
Zachary: So I can try to scam myself into places.
Jack: I have a button maker.
Jack: Which is different.

James: We also are not afraid of "no ghosts".
James: ...
James: *whistles*
James: Ghostbusters?
James: Anyone?
James: Jesus, it was a hit movie, what, 15 years ago?

James: *eyes*
Jack: *shoes*
Zachary: (In narrative!)
Thomas: *horses galloping along a beach*
Zachary: (...and threesomes!)
Zachary: *the letter E*
Thomas: *horse threeway on the beach*
Zachary: *with photoshop's glowing edges filter!*
James: *eyebrow*
Thomas: *LENS FLARE LOOKOU-fshhHHHHHHHHHH*
Jack: Two threesomes!

Zachary: Pretty much all you have to do to get me to do laundry and shave is question my dedication to gentlemanliness.
Jack: Hee! Cute.
James: Cute?
James: Cute?
James: USEFUL.

Zachary: Jack is the boy of girl island!
Jack: Hee.
Jack: Watch me oppress them!
Zachary: Make them bake you sweaters.
Jack: Nice.
Jack: In the pregnancy room.

James: what is the word we are searching for here?
Beth: Linguistic?
Zachary: I KNOW ALL THE WORDS
Zachary: DICK
Zachary: ALL OF THEM

Thomas: There will be Norwegian black metal.
Zachary: Excellent.
Zachary: Google maps tells me it is a 23 hour drive.
Thomas: ....
Thomas: Hmmmmmm.


MAYBE MORE WHEN I FINALLY DIE.

ALL MONDAYS ARE FRIDAYS THANKS TO CHI POWER

Did you notice that there were no chat logs on Friday? It's because I was blind drunk! Here is a taste of what you missed.

Thomas: I BLINKED
Zachery: THE INTERNET WILL CRASH THOMAS
Thomas: IT TOOK TWENTY SECONDS
Zachery: YOU WILL DRIVE IT OFF A BRIDGE
Thomas: AND MADE A RASPY NOISE
Zachery: That is frightening.
Thomas: JABBER JABBER JABBER JABBER JABBERJAWWW

Cathleen: My senior thesis is now 2 pages long
Cathleen: weee!
Thomas: It's like a tamogotchi.
Thomas: REMEMBER THOSE?
Cathleen: how is it like that at all?
Thomas: It's tiny and you are responsible for feeding and raising it until it is big and healthy.
Thomas: Or, like mine, bloated and hateful. (both thesis and tamogotchi)

James: sigh. science brings us new bombs and new tvs.
Thomas: And tells us to wash our hands, and to brush our teeth.
Thomas: It is our fiery mother.
James: science is many things.
Thomas: At least four of them are our fiery mothers.
James: If my life was left to science, I'd have been left for dead.
James: Wait.
James: Did I type that?
James: I have no idea what the fuck that means.

Thomas: I think we should make a disco helmet.
James: Why?
Thomas: Because we don't have one!

Cathleen: what, he even says that he never really got along with his father
Cathleen: and then your like, well if he never liked his dad, why is he so fucking upset
Cathleen: Oh! thats right, he wants to sleep with his mommy
Cathleen: and once she lets him down he gets pissed at all women and starts, you know, becoming Earnest Hemingway
Thomas: It's the dream of all men, secretly.
Thomas: The importance of being Earnest. Hemingway.


Context is none of your concern, but Cathleen and I were talking about Hamlet. I mean. In case you were wondering.

Kicking and Screaming, Back into the Mire

I am already pining for the days when my prevarications alone dominated these humble pages, and I enjoyed the privilege of looking down my nose at James and Zach (and Cathleen (and Jack now! Holy crap!)) for not updating as frequently (NOR AS MAGNIFICENTLY) as I. I guess I'll also have to actually read their posts from now on.

Booo.

Cheer up, working class drones! It's Friday! Time to spend your filthy lucre to buy cheap hooch at the company store, so as to use the days of the weekend to forget the mindless drudgery of your button-down shirt, blue-collar, middle-managed lives! Piss your lives away in an orgiastic amnesia, hoping for a permanent solace that will only arrive with death!
Also, chat transcripts! Please to enjoy!

Cathleen: Seen cloverfield yet?
Thomas: Nope.
Thomas: You?
Thomas: Is it any good?
Cathleen: Yeah, I'm blogging about it now.
Thomas: ...Wait, by blog, do you mean Elevennames?
Cathleen: yeah.
Cathleen: por que?
Thomas: I... I just don't know what to say. Someone else is updating it. My world is flip-turned upside down.
Thomas: ...In a town called Bel-Air.

Thomas: a/s/l?
James: hate bullets.
Zachery: hills/male/space

Thomas: So staff meeting!
James: Yes.
Zachery: YEAH
James: Staff meeting?
Zachery: Staff meeting.
Thomas: ...Staff meeting;

Thomas: We are thinking of a sixth writerface.
James: Who is this person?
Zachery: Awesome.

Zachery: Also, Thomas, winword tells me your todaypost is 681 words, counting tags.
Zachery: So, uh.
Thomas: Hey, shut up.

Thomas: About half of our hits are me, logging in to see how many hits we have.
Thomas: The rest I presume are errors or HATED CANADIANS.
Zachery: BUT WE HAVE HITS THAT ARE NOT YOU
Thomas: IMPOSSIBLE

Zachery: Also, if you make me write in five paragraph style, I'll cut you.
Zachery: EVEN IF IT IS IMAGINARY INTERNETLAND NON-CONSTRAINING FIVE PARAGRAPH STYLE
Thomas: If I make you write at all, it will be worth it.

Thomas: Friday is Chat Transcripts day, so the only real effort I have to put into that is copying and pasting. And making us sound funny.
Thomas: So it's still a lot of work.

Zachery: Five writers. Two names (counting Thomas a becket as one, because hey) each, plus one writer with one name.
Zachery: FLAWLESS VICTORY.
Zachery: See?
James: What happens when we add more people?
Zachery: The victory stops being flawless.

James: Also, I will be significantly less crazy
James: once I sleep.

James: My mother>You.
Zachery: Yes yes yes, cell phone call.
Zachery: You're lucky I'm here to translate your madness tongue, James.

Thomas: I am greatly pleased with updatesplosion. Now if only Beth could type up some words.
Zachery: ...her internet connection is a wireless one that only works if the number of streetlights that are on in the street is evenly divisible by three.

Thomas: CHAT MEETING ZACH
Zachery: I am in it.
Thomas: LIES
Zachery: I MADE IT
Thomas: LIIIES
Zachery: YOU CAN TELL BECAUSE IT IS NOT NAMED A STRING OF NUMBERS
Thomas: I CAN'T HEAR YOU I'M SINGING HYMNS

Actual content forthcoming. Save me a seat at the bar, girl scouts.

BONUS CONTENT:
Cathleen: fuck you!
Cathleen: with a rusty pipe that i ripped out of the walls and used to bludgeon the people who live downstairs
Thomas: Hi Cate!
Thomas: Wait what?
Thomas: Is this about James?
Cathleen: go look at 11names
Thomas: ...Oh dammit, I said Catherine instead of Cathleen?
Cathleen: YES!
Cathleen: like 10 times
Cathleen: my fucking name is on the top of the page
Thomas: But not on the posty screeny thing! It's my mother's name! Aliens, Cate, Aliens!

WE ARE ALL FRIENDS HERE HOORAY :D

Friday is for Nihilism

It's Friday! Another hopelessly false construct, made by the idleness of man, in the hopes that perhaps by measuring our countless hours (too few of which we can actually remember), we can make our days (spent in selfish indulgence or pointless suffering) seem like they have meaning. Meanwhile the sun (our great keeper, and uncaring life-giver) continues to burn, until, like mighty Chronos, it grows angry with our pitiable little terrestrial orb, and devours us. But before any of that happens, Friday is also Chat Transcript day (James, Zach, and I were discussing the new writer-ladies, at least in theory)!


Zachary: Pros: More voices, more steady updating (hopefully).
Zachary: Cons: DAMAGING THE PERFECT ALCHEMICAL BLEND OF MADNESS
Thomas: That's a very forgiving definition of "perfect"

Thomas: I would settle for "Needs minimal editing" and if they lie, that they lie amusingly.

Zachary: You should have come and visited while I was home, Thomas.
Zachary: So Beth could stab you to death.
Thomas: That is the exact opposite of what I want to happen.


Thomas: Plus it's not like I have a job to distract me from blogging.
Zachary: It's not like I do my homework!
James: It's not like I don't drink red bulls and stay up and read until my head twitches angrily enough to write something.
Thomas: *internet superhero high-five*

Thomas: While the rest of us are kind of like crude hammers, covered in glue and broken glass.
Zachary: ...I'd say I'm a gnomish hooked hammer, personally.
Zachary: And can be wielded using weapon finesse.
Thomas: *facestabbings*
James: Some time in the future, we ought to have a week where we get all the d&d references out of us for about a month.

Thomas: *has been playing dress-up with his Gaia avatar for five minutes now*
James: Zach?
Thomas: ...
Thomas: So, James, have you heard any of the latest killers album?
(five minutes pass)
Thomas: ...Helloooo?
Thomas: I have said eight times more than everyone else combined. I am king of chat!
(another three minutes)
Thomas: And now to post links to pornographic videos.
Zachary: Oh yeaaaaah.
Zachary: This window exists.

Zachary: ...so, uh. Staff meeting?
Zachary: I'll try not to forget I'm in here.
James: Yes.
James: staff meeting.
James: all three of us need to be paying attention to the window at the same time.

James: we have almost 18 unique viewers.
Zachary: I know!
Zachary: That's partially because of me doing a little bit of sitewhoring recently.
James: And 4 readers from Canada.
Thomas: The lost world!

See you all tomorrow!

In Lieu of Actual Content

Not to undermine the seriousness of Elevennames (a serious blog for serious writers), but I feel it vital at this juncture to point out a little something of how an Elevennames post comes to be.

Step 1: We bitch at each other over IM

Zach : Of the new site design, Beth said, "It looks like it sits in an overstuffed chair and sips brandy while oppressing the working classes. So Thomas must have picked it."

Thomas : I've been looking for that big ASCII middle finger for a few minutes now.

Step 2: We determine the guilty party

Zach : Also: let's go make fun of James for being lazy.
Zach : As he hasn't updated eleven names yet.

Zach : Then you could just both go back to hating me, and the cycle would be complete!

Thomas : UPDATE
Thomas : DI DI MAO
Thomas : DI MAO LUN
James : ?
Thomas : DO IT; DO IT NOW
James : done.
James : 11names is publishing now.
James : 11names is updated now.
Thomas : Right.

Step 3: Repeat Step 1.

Thomas : Ha ha ha ha ha. Editing!
Zach : Also suspected that might happen.
Thomas : The problem here is that you are a suspicious. Pokemon. A suspicious type. Type of pokemon.
Zach : Suspicious type pokemon.
Zach : And yeah, I pretty much am.

Zach : So, basically, I have to amend the list until we set up some better means of access.
Thomas : Tough but fair. I'll come up with a list. I could have sworn I already did.
Zach : ...maybe!
Zach : I asked you to email me some once.
Zach : *goes to look through email*
Thomas : I say this because I am almost certain that I did.
Thomas : And if I didn't, that you aren't organized enough to prove me wrong!

Cate: you james, and zach have a horrible blog?
Thomas: Yes. It is horrible and making us hate each other.

Thomas : PROJECT RUNWAY D:<
Previous message was not received by James because of error : User James is not available.

And there you have it. More on politics, and other stuff, later. Maybe the glorious return of theme weeks!