:: They paved over pasta man and put up Pilates ::

Monday, July 12, 2004

In the World of Denim, an enclave separated from the World of Leather by expanses of water traversed by transverse structures high above or far below the surface tension and isolated from the World of Oxford by clustered layered shoeboxes hectometers in height, it is my understanding that the overuse of denim is meant to signify casualness and simplicity. The natives exude neither. The WoD's secondary characteristic seems to be a pandemic prevalence of Pilates studios. Such physical activity is supplemented by an inhaled white diet powder. To wit: very few WoD residents are overweight.

The major religion is Snarkianity, followed by Media-worship. There are some additional scattered animist cults coalescing around musical performers. Often inhabitants will adopt passive-aggressive methods of criticism, such as complaining about store closings via inter-networked electronic posturing.

A note to historians who may glimpse one day upon these words: in this time and place, common houserats have not yet been domesticated, they roam feral and free. I await the coming age of human-rodent communion.

Posted by morland @ 08:14 PM

:: Comments ::

mmm, gyro and tonic.

Posted by: the guy who lived in vail on July 13, 2004 12:04 AM

Jackson Browne to Mike: Enough with the Joni Mitchell references already.

That chick hates me.

Why couldn't you have titled this passage:
"Pilates keeps you Runnin'?"

Best,

JB

Posted by: J.B. on July 13, 2004 09:18 AM

Jackson Browne to Mike: Enough with the Joni Mitchell references already.

That chick hates me.

Why couldn't you have titled this passage:
"Pilates keeps you Runnin'?"

Best,

JB

Posted by: J.B. on July 13, 2004 09:18 AM

Herr Braun is a repetitive fellow, and not shy with his backhand.

Posted by: morland on July 13, 2004 07:19 PM

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