aka The Brooklyn Boor aka the Boston Bullshittionaire aka the New York Neophyte aka the One-Man Hipster Harem.
Let our young Master Podly -- ardent follower of all things Joyce, yet somehow non-contradictingly rejector of everything not aged 22 or under -- know exactly how we feel about him.
I suppose we might as well get the most painful thing I can think of out of the way, and it is this:
In the summer before young Poldy and the departed Kusu's arrival as freshman at college, Dyna once told me that he was certain Kusu would get laid first.
I mean -- ouch.
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DynagripBreak me a million heartsHoustonRegistered User, ClubPAregular
edited December 2007
That's more a knock on me and my incredibly inaccurate prediction. I mean shit, have you read Kusu's girl thread in SE++?
I suppose we might as well get the most painful thing I can think of out of the way, and it is this:
In the summer before young Poldy and the departed Kusu's arrival as freshman at college, Dyna once told me that he was certain Kusu would get laid first.
Podly's the Dennis Miller of this forum. He'll drop academic references in unfunny jokes that indicate a merely nominal knowledge base, but people still laugh because it makes them look smart when they do.
Many people changed their names on PA. Some of them wanted something better, some just changed them for fun...
Poldy is the only person I know who changed his name because people consistently misspelled it as Podly. He's the only person I know who officially changed his name because a typo was more popular than him.
He neither knows art, nor does he seemingly know what he likes. At least, not until he overhears if it has been declared a great work or ironic by 'authorities' on the subject while they're fucking his face. Then he knows anything and everything about what people should know if they want to be hip, or with it, or whatever the hell label should be applied. Well, until a new reference gets ejaculated into his ear, that is. Take out the tuesday rape sessions with Morry and he'd be a washed up drunk. You know, rather than the somewhat active drunk that he is now.
And if ever there was compelling argument against school uniforms, I think it is ex-private schoolboy Podly's present wardrobe. I mean, I understand we all have to rebel some when we finally get a little taste of freedom, but in this case I'd say it's plain to see -- this boy was deeply, deeply scarred. He's not just rebelling against fashion, he's trying to behead all its kings.
Either that or it's a daring survival tactic for being the white kid in Brooklyn -- if you can't blend into the environment around you, make sure to announce that you're just too fucking crazy to mess with.
Also, for a guy who claims to be interested in a marriage between word and idea, text and intent, I'll never understand the James Joyce obsession. If anybody else knows what that dead Irish guy is on about, kudos to you -- now you and Poldy can sit in a coffee shop and fake like you "got it," desperately hoping the cute girl with glasses who is texting her gainfully-employed and actually fit boyfriend notices you, together.
But then again -- considering his concomitant love of David Foster Wallace -- maybe the boy just has a thing for footnotes? Neither author makes sense either way. The deviancy of growing up in a bookstore owning family I suppose -- some of us are into girls in church dresses, some of us are into girls who cook, Poldy is just into footnotes.
Nah, I've been in two barfights already. Kicked one guys ass, and kinda lost the other one, but that's only because he got in a better fight before it was broken up.
Pretty big guys too. I can take a punch. I can't knock anyone out, because I'm pretty fucking weak, but I know how to hold my own. My dad grew up in southie when it was baaaaaad. I've known how to fight for a while now.
Guys, you better watch it, dude knows his shit. He will fuck you up with his bar fighting skills.
I don't get it. Why did Leitner post a picture of those two chicks?
Their dad totally grew up in a tough part of Boston.
Making them genetically tough. Or implying that their dad spent weekends teaching them how to be really tough in a bar fight.
But more likely implying that their dad fled Boston when the brown people started moving into the poor neighborhoods.
Or he's saying that his dad used to beat him with a bar stool between beers. It would explain his haircut, constantly trying to hide his shame of black eyes after not learning how to get the remote fast enough.
Nah, I've been in two barfights already. Kicked one guys ass, and kinda lost the other one, but that's only because he got in a better fight before it was broken up.
Pretty big guys too. I can take a punch. I can't knock anyone out, because I'm pretty fucking weak, but I know how to hold my own. My dad grew up in southie when it was baaaaaad. I've known how to fight for a while now.
Guys, you better watch it, dude knows his shit. He will fuck you up with his bar fighting skills.
That vest makes me want to stab myself in the eye.
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Haven't seen him in a while.
That is all I have, really.
In the summer before young Poldy and the departed Kusu's arrival as freshman at college, Dyna once told me that he was certain Kusu would get laid first.
I mean -- ouch.
.....fuck
He thinks Karajan could do a decent Bach.
(I got nothing)
Thusly we feed pretension machine.
Poldy is the only person I know who changed his name because people consistently misspelled it as Podly. He's the only person I know who officially changed his name because a typo was more popular than him.
It was sort of hard to hear because he was gurgling the old bard's testicles in mouth with a vigor and passion and surprised even me.
Thusly I have difficulty listening to anything he says without being vaguely irritated.
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Now cardigans, there's they'll be my downfall.
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Shut up you don't get to respond!
He is his own head crab.
Either that or it's a daring survival tactic for being the white kid in Brooklyn -- if you can't blend into the environment around you, make sure to announce that you're just too fucking crazy to mess with.
But then again -- considering his concomitant love of David Foster Wallace -- maybe the boy just has a thing for footnotes? Neither author makes sense either way. The deviancy of growing up in a bookstore owning family I suppose -- some of us are into girls in church dresses, some of us are into girls who cook, Poldy is just into footnotes.
We can't all be winners, I suppose.
This is all I have, I've lost any of the good ones
Guys, you better watch it, dude knows his shit. He will fuck you up with his bar fighting skills.
Their dad totally grew up in a tough part of Boston.
Making them genetically tough. Or implying that their dad spent weekends teaching them how to be really tough in a bar fight.
But more likely implying that their dad fled Boston when the brown people started moving into the poor neighborhoods.
Aren't there rules about ridiculing people who might kill themselves?
Or he's saying that his dad used to beat him with a bar stool between beers. It would explain his haircut, constantly trying to hide his shame of black eyes after not learning how to get the remote fast enough.
On the black screen
That vest makes me want to stab myself in the eye.