Mais nous étions hypes.

Malitia reboot

A: "We never get invited to potluck dinners."
L:(doing impression of potential potluck dinner host) "'They tell fat jokes...'"
A:(also doing impression of potential potluck dinner host) "'Their conversation is peppered with racial slurs.'"

-laughing-

*smack*
L:"And that, honey, is why you don't mess with the WARRIOR! YEAH!"

Desperate Times...

So it goes... the Beat once again appears to be on the brink of collapse.




If you were concerned about a violation of tradition, I understand. For all I know, it might be a big feast day, and the high-church folk can drink. But it's not about drinking. Well, maybe it is a little (or a lot).

The situation is three members are moving on. And the landlord wants some names, and I haven't got any. And there's still some uncertainty about Dylan and August. I was about to wash my hands of the place, but I was convinced to give things another try.

I'm going to use this party to reassert the Beat ethos into the community here. Hopefully, I can attract some new members to help carry on.

If some of you were planning to come, and you assumed it would take place in late April or early May, condolences. But if you are free, come on the 9th.

I'd like to organize a cross-continental expedition to Cape Disappointment (1, 2, 3, 4).

Fuck your grief.

1. The record label is "Fat Fish Music".
2. The babies look scared as shit (especially the one on the left), like there's a douchebag from Full House hovering over them or something.
3. Why is he sleeping in a bed in a New Mexico adobe palace court yard?
4. The black choir is just gratuitous.
5. That guy playing bongos is so into it.
6. Is that a monastery they're in?
7. And he's naked in the there with the babies.
8. They're not even going into a bath or anything.
9. Oh, Beach Boys.
10. I like the "goof off" moments.
11. He's wearing white jean overalls at one point.
12. And trapped in a film strip.
13. 2:06, I think they show the baby's genitals. No, I wasn't looking. Shut the fuck up.
14. That keyboard player has a sweet vest.
    

As I recall, the door was first signed in 2000, or maybe 2001. It's filled up a bit in 6 or 7 years.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kancho

Jack says everyone must see this before they die:

Molly just sent me this. From the Communist Party.

Note:
-Econ in the frozen section.
-"Fast, easy" under the banana sign.
-The irony of "Seafood" in the picture.
-Jon's unnaturally natural way of standing like a woman.
-My poor excuse of felating technique.

A very Beat Christmas, courtesy of McSweeney's Internet Tendency.

While looking up "poop" in the Oxford English Dictionary I came across this entry:


poontang, n.

Sexual intercourse, sex; women collectively, or a woman, regarded as a means of sexual gratification. Also attrib. Hence as v. intr., to copulate.

1929 T. WOLFE Look Homeward, Angel 343 A fellow's got to have a little Poon Tang.

1947 C. WILLINGHAM End as Man II. vii. 78 Poley looked out the window and saw a pretty Negro girl on the sidewalk... ‘Eye that poon tang there,’ he said.

1959 R. CONDON Manchurian Candidate ii. 21 Every now and then I think about you coming all the way to Korea from New Jersey to get your first piece of poontang.

1966 C. HINES Heat's On xv. 122 That ain't our racket. We just sells poontang here.

1968 E. J. GAINES Bloodline 144 Yesterday this time I was poon~tanging like a dog.

1970 D. DODGE Hatchetman x. 127 ‘Is it true what they say about gook women?’..‘I heah it changes youah luck, though. Like black poontang.’

1972 ‘T. COE’ Don't lie to Me iv. 44 May be you're some kind of poontang sex maniac.

1972 Listener 22 June 845/2 Massa gonna smack yo black ass, nigger. You can't go chasing white poontang all night long.

1976 Honolulu Star-Bull. 21 Dec. E-10/6 (Advt.), The other girls majored in home ec...but Debby majored in Poon-tang.

Despite the bad times at The Beat recently, there still is good news and glad tidings: our LORD now has a permanent presence among us. Thanks to Zach the Pirate and his theatre goonies The Beat is equipped with a giant cross which, as you can see, now hangs from the ceiling. If only we knew someone to play the organ for our in-house services...

Dylan has cancer.

(The following is what I've heard from August and subject to his revision)

Dylan has stage 4 Hodgkin's disease, which is a form of lymphoma.

Stage 4 is highly advanced, meaning it involves other organs besides the lymph nodes. Dylan apparently has a growth in his lungs.

The average recovery/remission rate is 80-85% for Stage 4 Hodgkins. The good part is that it is a very localized growth and hasn't spread to any other place, which is much more difficult to treat. The fact that Dylan is younger bodes well for him as well.

If you know him, I think Dylan's character as a human being really speaks for itself. All our thoughts and prayers are with him and his family. I'll try to find some contact information and post it this week, so we can write and visit him.

Tonight The Beat decided to have a bit of a bonfire. One of the Beat sofas and that disgusting floral print chair that everyone left for dead at the beginning of the year are officially a pile of ash.


Taken from the roof.

Yeeha!

Every good Beat will get to die to this song.

Thinking of all of you


This one is for August: The Male Gaze

This one is for all the Beats (w. props to Fr. Quinn and the holy VW): Acting out for God.

This one is for Dave, and that dream he had sophomore year: Fighting churches

Happy Holidays, lovers.