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thedebutantehour.com has just gone live! Bask in its magnificent html! You'll need a computer made after 1977 to view it.

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Miguel just got assured by Rachel, "You can [unintelligible] Jesus, you just can't show Jesus getting beat up."

I wonder what that was all about.


Tom    November 26, 2007    1:57pm
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My eyes smell the onions.


Tom    November 22, 2007    4:27pm
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Bring It On Home Cheat Sheat

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Tom
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Videos from last night.


Tom    November 9, 2007    1:19pm
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Videos from last night.


Tom    November 8, 2007    1:52pm
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Someone boss-ish at work made it so we can't log into Myspace ... so we're all joining Facebook sshhhhhhhhhhh.

My friend Michael wrote a poem about Facebook yesterday (part of the One Poem Per (Month) policy he just instated). I've pasted it below.

Enjoy Mike's poem.
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The background is that I got a Facebook account as "Michael Smyth" (with help from my sister, Abigail) and I had just recently surpassed Abby's friend total (my goal) when Facebook rudely disabled my account for unspecified reason(s).

    Dear Facebook:
    Faaaaaaaaaah-Q
    A "social networking site"
    Without you-know-who?

    You're sorely lacking
    In human capital
    And you'll soon shrivel
    Like a sunless daffodil

    Where's your Smyth
    To keep it lively
    To deliver pokes
    Decidedly spryly?

    What to say to
    All your members
    Now sans Smyth
    In a cold November?

    No heartfelt messages
    No soothing pokes
    The wheels fall off
    Without the spokes

    Smyth brought passion
    Smyth had game
    Smyth made Facebook
    A tad less lame

    And, that, my friends
    Is no easy task
    Think Montresor's work
    In Poe's "The Cask"

    Now Facebook is burying
    Itself alive
    Walled off from the Smyth
    It needs to survive

    All those with Facebook
    Will be deprived
    Of a unique talent
    That had arrived

    700 friends
    Just lost a pal
    My Hispanic amigos
    Call it "muy mal"

    What new $1 "gift"
    Will Facebook contrive
    To shift your thoughts
    From its impending dive?

    The growth stops now
    The apex is here
    It's post-Pretty Woman
    For Richard Gere

    Without its keystone
    The arch can't hold
    The weight of Smyth-lovers
    In numbers untold

    Facebook will die
    Of that I'm sure
    Or it can live on
    As a fugly whore

    So fah-Q Facebook
    You do treachery well
    Please enjoy eternity
    In the ninth circle of hell.


November 7, 2007    2:40pm
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I'm stationed on my couch today, concentrating on keeping a sore throat at bay. What are you doing?
Nothing.
That's cool. Is it cold out? I think I'm gonna go for a walk.
I don't know.
I'm getting a little stir crazy. I'm having conversations with myself.
Me too.


Tom    November 4, 2007    5:44pm
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Nellie McKay et al. doing the Zombie later in the night

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(Hey this is being performed at the Whitney tonight. 7 o'clock.

Last minute, I know. Sorry.


Tom    November 2, 2007    4:31pm
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A ninja-starred trapeze zombie, a priest with long hair, a refrigerator, a stove, Bill the Butcher, a metal engine part face man, a scary doll and a something performing She Didn't Like Me last night in Brooklyn.

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Happy Halloween!

Hairay. Scaray. Creepay. Crawlay...


And:




(Christine took that.)

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