i know the chicken who crossed the road to meet his flatmate.

Marxy is the post-post-modern John Cage.

The sound of crickets is not the sound of silence. But maybe that's Cage too. Drats.

am i wry? no.

Looks like HTML doesn't work. So: http://people.brandeis.edu/~mikek/p/garfield.jpg

Wry enough?

dude, what the hell?? I just stayed up half the night reading your stuff. How is it I could live in tokyo and have never heard of this site until now? Anybody who snaps on Johnny Kitagawa AND reps Makoto Aida is excellent to me. I am responding to a post about a boy getting hit by an ironic vehicle because I couldn't find your email anywhere. よければ、　俺をメールをしてください。　濁り酒を飲んであげたいんですけどう。暴れろう！　And that's word to Ethan Fromme.

"I just stayed up half the night reading your stuff. How is it I could live in tokyo and have never heard of this site until now?"

I am totally on the underground.

Dude, schultz, welcome. Welcome to Neomarxisme. I think you're gonna like it here. My name's Duffy and my job is to pop in on occasion to make inane comments because I'm not smart (or concerned) enough to contribute anything of substance. And while I may not be able to provide insight into diddly jack, I keep coming back. Someday I may even have the balls to drop my rakish nom de guerre and link to my true identity.

I dunno, you provide some good spelling corrections once in a while, Duffy.

That spelling primer was the happoshu talking. I'm gonna try to be serious from now on. Maybe even spin off a whole new site, like The Ropers breaking off from Three's Company.

Can I get Exec Producer on that?