Mar. 16, 2009 at 9:20pm
who are the people in your digital neighborhood?
Codename: Thorax O' Tool
Real Name: classified
Birthplace : Classified
Primary Specialty: Prolific Exit 133 Commenting abilities.
Secondary Skills: Wheatpaste Art, Poetry, heartbreak, personal hygiene, mentalist sorcery
homeland security bio:
The son of a wealthy newspaper tycoon it is widely believed that Thorax O' Tool once witnessed a bar fight between Art Chantry and Dale Chihuly (resulting in the later's loss of an eye) that was to influence him forever. "I will never let art imitate reality" Thorax O' Tool cried as he ran away from that violent scene.
A union man, Thorax became wedded to the hardscrabble road of a red agitator like that one dude from the grapes of wrath... or Jane Fonda.
This is his legend.
ONE DARK AND STORMY NIGHT, Bothered by the whistling of workers first settling the city of
Seattle, Thorax O' Tool was unable to sleep and became irritable,
eventually moving to Mount Rainier
to escape the noise. Thorax O' Tool slept there peacefully for many years,
his red nose blinking, until the region's growth brought people- and
their whistling- to his doorstep once again. In an effort to silence
the noise, Thorax O' Tool gathered clouds in a large sack atop Mt.
Rainier, returned to Seattle, climbed atop the Space Needle,
and threw them into the sky to make it rain. With their lips wet from
precipitation, the city's residents were unable to whistle, and Thorax O' Tool once again had some peace and quiet. Upset, the people sent
the mayor to try and convince Thorax O' Tool to stop the rain; when Thorax O' Tool explained his problem, the mayor had a giant pair of earmuffs
constructed to drown out the disagreeable warbling. When they were
presented to him, "Thorax O' Tool placed them over his ears, and smiled
for the first time in years." In appreciation, Thorax O' Tool gathered up
all the clouds, put them back in his bag, and fell fast asleep - and
once again, his big red nose began to blink.
Thorax O' Tool legend ends with a short
There's a Thorax
On the Needle
I know just what
But if you look up
Late at night
His red nose blinking.
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by L.S.Erhardt on 3/17/2009 @ 12:12am
|Fascinating... simply fascinating.
It seems the wheatpaste has held up better on the porous concrete than I had hoped. Now sinister Phase 2 of Project Arsnic may begin, in time for the necessary alignment of Neptune and Ceres. But that chemical compound is not arsenic. It's actually naptholine.
It is worth noting that the avatar picture to the left is entirely correct; due to a freak accident I am permanently stuck in 2-bit color with awkward shading... with the obvious exception of the nasal membranes.
It does surprise me that RR forgot to mention my exile to the frozen wastelands of Wisconsin and my harrowing escape in which I tamed a heard of house cats with my bare hands and sheer will power, followed by my triumphant return to glory, as my march into town was preceded by flaxen haired maidens throwing lotus petals at my feet, while those who attempted to deprive T-Town of my Awesomeness cowered in fear, in the darkness under the SR 509 bridge.
by NineInchNachos on 3/17/2009 @ 12:30am
|Wisconsin? Just like Sweet Pea!
Hey when are you going to join the darkside with your own feed tacoma blog?
by L.S.Erhardt on 3/17/2009 @ 12:34am
|Yes, Wisconsin. It's a sordid tale of Green Bay Packers, grocery stores named "Cub Foods", cold, cold winters and abandonment on the streets of a city that's the size of a box... before the escape.
You probably don't want to hear it though.
As for da blog... How do I do that?
I'm a hardware guy, you see, not a software guru. I am the hacker you hire to reverse engineer an iPhone, not the one you hire to jailbreak it.
Perhaps though, the more appropriate question is: what would I write, and would anyone read what I have to say?
by scout on 3/17/2009 @ 12:37am
|Thorax O'Toole's bio doesn't include his experimental David Koresh head transplant recently done by the genetically-gifted spirits of dead but formerly herded Branch Davidian cats.|
by L.S.Erhardt on 3/17/2009 @ 12:40am
|I'd rather forget that transplant. I just haven't been able to get the smell of smoke and gunfire out of my memory.
And I still don't know what they did with my original (and current) head during that time. All I know is it had a wonderful tan when it came back.
by NineInchNachos on 3/17/2009 @ 12:43am
|I would be curious to read the material you are inclined to generate on your own initiative.|
the passive reactionary comments are cool on exit 133... but at some point aren't you feeling encumbered by the topic thought police?
look towards the main icons bar on feed tacoma... click the link "Thorax O'Tool's Account" it will take you to a magic place where you can create a blog and write on the subjects of your choosing! You can write pedestrian human interest things like morgan or the Tacoma Urbanist or you can write crazy shit like mofo from the hood or MY POV spike jensen.
you can also start selling your posters in the feed shops!
by NineInchNachos on 3/17/2009 @ 12:49am
|evenso, all I know about Wisconsin I learned from my favorite podcast of all time: TANK RIOT
you sconi nation cats might get a kick out of it... or nightmares depending on your POV.
by L.S.Erhardt on 3/17/2009 @ 12:58am
|Perhaps indeed the time has come to talk of things; of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.
While I fully understand and appreciate that the 1st Amendment does not apply to private websites, the "thought police" certainly do feel confining. I think I will give the ol' blogging a go, and see what comes of it.
But be assured that it won't be standard fare. The world is so cut-and-dry, so serious way too often. We need a return of the fantastic, a rekindling of the wonder. A restoration of the Damsel in Distress and the Dragon to slay. A reestablishment of the imagination. A restitution of what They stole from us.
by NineInchNachos on 3/17/2009 @ 12:57pm
|the revolution will not be televised. it will be online newspapered.|
by NineInchNachos on 3/17/2009 @ 5:46pm
|Quick! Kevin! Izenmania! fix Thorax O'Tool's blog before he jumps ship!!!
by NineInchNachos on 3/17/2009 @ 5:48pm
|I believe the apostrophe is hashing the system.|
by scout on 3/17/2009 @ 8:49pm
|I'm telling ya - write it in Word - then cut and past it into the blog thing. You can do more with fonts and sizes. |
The apostrophe thing should be addressed 'cause it is irritating, but there are ways around it - after you have entered all the text you want to include in the post, go back and re-enter the apostrophes.
by L.S.Erhardt on 3/17/2009 @ 10:13pm
|I wrote it in oo.org, but it's my username that is freaking it out. Maybe that also why I can't log in using firefox? I have to use Opera or Konqueror to do it, and neither of those work well either... which is why I don't post a whole lot on here... it's a pain to keep 2 different browsers open.|
by scout on 3/18/2009 @ 2:53pm
|Spell you name Thorax OhTool instead ..... it might also get you dates!|
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