New Blog in Town: Persephone’s Synaptic Misfire

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jeff in Korea at 11:30 am on Friday, October 8, 2004

There’s a new blogstress (Blogtrix?) in town.

Although Kevin at Big Ho already gave her a shout, I ignored it. Then I following an incoming link from my counter stats and ended up at Julie the Impqueen’s new blog, Persephone’s Synaptic Misfire.

Good stuff. Brainy chicks that don’t flaunt their braininess, but display it in subtle ways, are a definite turn on. That’s the Impqueen (her killer bod doesn’t hurt either).

Whereas the Big Ho’s transcendent writings are about as subtle as being rogered up the backside by a rhinoscerous, the masterful writings of his friend the Impqueen spark something in your head, and her brilliance slowly dawns on you in much the same way as the time when it dawned on you that a show about some teenage hippie Brit tooting on a magical flute to transport him to a alternate fantasy world full of talking mushrooms and bright colors where he can play with a big orange dragon called H.R. Pufnstuf through a series of incredibly disjointed storylines just MIGHT be some sort of drug-related innuendo.

I look forward to reading more of her stuff at Persephone’s Synaptic Misfire. However, a few points that I must mention about her and her blog:

Her favorite movies: While in agreement that most of her choices are good, I was slightly disheartened to see that “Waiting for Guffman,” “Office Space,” and “MST3K The Movie” were not on her list.

Favorite books: Big ups to her on her book list. Where the Wild Things Are is a brilliant book that is still among my favorites. Again, slightly disappointed not to see Lloyd Alexander’s Taran Wanderer series, Where the Sidewalk Ends, The Mouse and the Motorcycle, or Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. Also, the Time Trilogy is actually a quartet (quatrology?)

Pug Props: She’s got Max. I may have to break out old photos of Barkley the Wonder Pug, the coolest dog that ever lived.

Gargoyles: She’s got one. Maybe we can introduce ours to each other. Imperfect, repeatedly broken and battered SMG seeks SFG for long nights draining rain from buildings, looking menacing, and warding off evil. Looks not important. Must like getting stoned. Picture enclosed.

5 Comments »

Comment by wendy

8 October 2004 @ 7:17 pm

that gargoyle is hideous

Comment by Kevin Kim

10 October 2004 @ 12:53 pm

Hideous? Aren’t they all?

Note to Jeff: Sorry I called your lizard a pussy.

Kevin

Comment by Julie

11 October 2004 @ 1:22 am

ohmigod, i like totally got my own post! Wowza, as they say! i’m all imp-ressed. Flattery, my darling, will get you a fair number of places.

Thanks for the props. Now, i believe you have my stapler….?

Comment by SFG

14 October 2004 @ 5:19 am

Dear SMG,

Your personal ad struck me with both its steadfast shelf-sitting, and its picture of your foot lying alongside you.

Did you injure yourself doing battle with the lizard? Were you defending your master, in fact, from being rogered by a Kevinocerous?

Either way, i’m terribly impressed, somewhat shy, and a bit the silent type. I enjoy reading Piers Anthony’s Geis of the Gargoyle, sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees, and comparing my ears to Yoda’s. My deskmates are a phone, an Emily Strange doll, a small bottle of Chanel and a Grateful Dead mousepad. Do you think you might consider subletting your self.. i mean shelf?

Sincerely,
Angelique Nocturne, Gargoyle at Rather Small…

Comment by SMG

14 October 2004 @ 9:07 am

Alas. You may not be so impressed after finding out that it is not my foot lying alongside me, but rather my left wingtip. My foot is across the room secured in master’s desk drawer.

I’m an adventuresome type. My foot was injured in an accident. At the pushing and prodding of movers (more pushing than prodding), I tried to fly. But unfortunately, I’m just not flying material. I dropped like a…well…like a stone.

Wing injury? Let’s just say I can be a bit amourous at times.

I am quiet and shy as well. I look forward to spending hours talking about things…or not talking about things. We can not talk about things for hours.

I’m a rocker. Pretty much stoned all the time. I tend to be pretty hard-headed. Somewhat rigid and inflexible at times.

I enjoy romantic evenings on the shores of Lake Ogre-Chobee. I have no shelfmates…unless you count dust and the occasional fly as shelfmates. I’m pretty much a loner. A rebel. There are things about me you wouldn’t want to know.

Gary

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