Monday, February 6, 2006

Welcome to Monday, the bad day, the bust day, the day whose length is matched only by its ability to place all of humanity cosmically in the red. Was it ever otherwise? It occurred to me Mondays, indeed, may have always been brutal, though consensus was never really possible until the Internet. I mean, back in John Adams’s day, they had parchment and horses, so any grievances about Monday arrived on Friday or never at all. But what if they had weblogs? What if blogs existed for all time?

Monday, February 06, 2006 posted by Ben
Incentivized marketing. I have 306 voicemails. Yes.

Current Mood: Elated, just goddamn elated

Monday, July 05, 1776 posted by JH4ncOck
The Jolly Wig had dollar beers yesterday. Did I forget to sign something?

Current Mood: I need to stab something other than tyranny with a quill

Monday, September 08, 1521 posted by TheGoldfather
This blog thing is soooo great. Mother used to always say, “Cortés, one day you will be an author, my little wordquistador.”

Mom, if you’re reading this, gold and Aztec she-slaves don’t compare to you. Miss you terribly. I’m coming home.

Current Mood: Listening to Il Divo on loop, also shuffled

Monday, September 08, 1521 posted by AztecChick0921
Smallpox. Fuck.

Current Mood: Blogger.com also crashed

Monday, March 07, 400 posted by LanceHot_the_Younger
Ever have one of those mornings where you thought you went home with Guinevere, but instead woke up next to Merlin because, wouldn’t you know it, he cast a spell on you again? Yeah.

Current Mood: Disenchanted

Monday, January 05, 350000 B.C. posted by Gronk

Goat. Died.

Current Mood: Like a raptor up the ass