July 30, 2008
the new oddness
clusterflock is always looking for ways to make clusterflock new, better, more confusing. We’ve already created a place for readers to make posts, and have been working on creating an archive of interviews with people who have made a niche for themselves on the internet. What should we do next? Do you want to be involved? clusterflock needs you to bring the new oddness.
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Hmmm…
I’m thinking a Not Sports page would do it.
intrigued. Can you elaborate?
jandek would like to be involved.
“We” would welcome Jandek’s involvement.
I believe “We” would.
Well, hells bells, let’s make it happen.
Yeehaw! Does this mean that Jandek will play the clusterflockstock mainstage — with or without Bill Callahan?
…Sadly, no.
Product reviews.
Headstone of the week.
Chess with the incarcerated.
Sponsor a youth sports team.
The Not Sports page could track, accumulate and render nearly incomprehensible the inadvertent statistical anomalies of public figures, beloved or no;
e.g.
George Bush went 2 for 3 today, stumbling once down the steps of Air Force One, later followed by that now-famous pig throwing incident with Germany’s Chancellor Merkel. However he then missed an opportunity to complete the ‘hat trick’ when he removed a hat from his seat at the gasthaus where he and Chancellor Merkel noshed on bier und brochen.
and
The paparazzi are now 3 for a gazillion, having once again missed multiple photo ops of Paris Hilton’s gnarly legs, opting instead to lens Ms Hilton’s thoroughly average face and form. This is the third consecutive season paparazzi have failed to connect to reality, ostensibly on orders from Management.
“Mate, Gawker or The WaPo doesn’t cut cheques for sorry pins, right? They want a bit of the ol’ nasty, the ol’ in and out. But, tasteful, you know? Paris is our girl.”
Today’s’ lack of scoring puts paparazzi dead last in the Journalism\Photog League, with almost no hope of making the Playoffs later this month in Los Angeles.
Leagues, yeah?
Box scores, right?
Daily Lines, yes?
Tournaments.
Holes in one…
Someone, would you like to be in charge of that?
Aaron, I fished your comments out of spam. When I first saw it I thought it was for the fake curses post.
Wrong or Right? with Bauman and Mabli
Teabag or teabag?
Apocalypse backpack.
Virtual decoupage.
Gone fishin’.
Cluster-pee-cam.
jesus tits, Winslow. effing genius.
I like a good fishing report.
How about pictures of cats featuring witticisms written in (get this) poorly constructed sentences, with problematic syntax and poor spelling being a key characteristic?
That’s what this here Internet needs.
Kris, you may have stumbled on something.
sure.
i’ll take a stabbing at it.
have your people touch my people…
I will embrace the new oddness as long as I don’t have to surrender the old oddness.
the old oddness is the new new oddness.
I feel like I think I feel better now.
that’s by accident, which is by design.
WWJD?
WWJDD? (What would Johnny Depp do?)
Or how about: WWRND? (What would Rafael Nadal do?)
Sheila! Indeed!
Back in my latter Saks days, when I seemed to be perpetually merchandising rack after rack of the newest receipts of Juicy Couture on the sales floor, I imagined a bangle bracelet encrusted with rhinestones and ebony, inlayed with WWJD in Old English font. “What Would Juicy Do?” If only I’d shared that vision with those juicy people. It could’ve been a contender.
It could have been a contender, indeed.
If we’re so smart, why ain’t we rich?
More importantly: What Would Zsa Zsa Gabor do?
(flirt, and call everybody dahhling, I suspect.)