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.
Thread will conclude Monday-ish, I suppose.
Whoever has the photos, post them. Quick.
Gimmy, I know you have some good ones.
Posts
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.
SWEATER VEST
Now cardigans, there's they'll be my downfall.
On the black screen
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.