thinking....

The way you ended that last sentence in mid-sentence, the way that direct object isn't quite as direct as it could be (if, in fact, it even exists within this context). Yes. You want us to think about... the thing you're thinking about. But we can't know what you're thinking about, because you're not telling us. And then, a eureka moment! Now I'm thinking about thought, about the complicated process by which we attempt to place thoughts in the heads of others, about the difference between what is said/written/intimated... and what is not. That's amazing enough for me, Mr. Flombaum; I am satisfied. I'm going to go now. Over there.

Kyle, as brilliant as I am, suddenly I'm off your top ten list? You're sooo petty (sarcasm). But dear readers, you can't expect me to be posting; my cousins just try to keep me fucked up, and my aunts just feed me. This symbiotic relationship keeps my mind in a pre-evolutionary junction, not quite sure that I exist. What brilliance could I possibly try to share?

just glad to finally hear from you. aim for wednesday...

Blogistan is an invisible country with tens of thousands of residents; the "Top Ten Blogs" list ingeniously serves as the most accurate index to measure the ten best blogs on the Internet (and should always be referred to with capital letters as a sign of respect for its incredible awesomeness). Because of its stunningly remarkable track-record as a globally trusted arbiter of blog quality, the Top Ten can only include blogs that are at least <I>updated on a semi-regular basis.</I><P>So you shouldn't be asking, "Why am I suddenly off the Top Ten list?"... you should instead be saying, "I'm sitting here on my ass getting fed and drugged, not updating my blog, living it up in the most beautiful country on earth, and somehow I've still managed to hold onto a number 16 position on Kyle's list."<P>(sarcasm)(pettiness)

I hear Blogistan is lovely this time of year. Is it near Israel? *ponders*

It is like 75 degrees, sunny, beautiful today in israel. I am going to go to the old city of beer-sheva and take some pictures. It is sooo nice here. I am seriously considering moving to israel when I finish college. Last night, my brother picked up a waitress at this bar by saying to her, in hebrew (we both speak fluently) if she was interested in an american. It was pretty cool, but hey, I don't have to tell you guys, you know how we flombaum do.

Glad to hear youre having a wonderful time, sorry that somehow, amazingly enough, I didn't see you, but gimme a call before you leave i suppose. I'd call you, but I think I made an ass out of myself the last time I did that.

howdy

AVI!!!!!!! I'm writing final papers, and I have nothing to distract me. UPDATE YOUR FUCKING SITE!!! Adios dude, have a good time in the Holy Land.

Do your fucking work, Savage!!

hi avi this is moran gez from israel i hope you have a good flight and i really wanna say thanks for all bye bye

Whoa it's only January 5th? Oh, wait... Daily Dose? Israel isn't like in Alaska where it's light for like 6 days at a time right? That could be a day I guess. Or if you have just been so strung out lately that you haven't slept or passed out in that last week, then I guess that would be fine too. Continuation could be considered one day. Or...

welcome back avi!!!

Wow, when I first saw the screen pop up this morning I remembered a dream I had last night. In my dream, I went into Flombaum.com and there was, underneath the Jan 5th message, another message from our friend Avi. An entire paragraph at that. What a crazy dream.

I think I had the same dream, 'cept I was looking at Flombaum.Com on a huge screen suspended high above a casino floor. There were all these elegantly-dressed people holding tall fluted champagne glasses, congregated around a small booth, which was manned by a elderly gentleman wearing a black-and-white striped shirt and a green transparent visor. <P>"Would you like to join the pool?" he asked.<P>"What pool?" I replied, my face bearing a quizzical expression.<P>"The day when Avi next posts something to Flombaum.Com," he replied. "Fifty bucks and you're in."<P>I pulled the crisp bills from my Italian leather wallet, placed them on the soft green countertop.<P> "Here's your receipt," the man said, sliding a card in my direction. "It's got a date on it. If that's the date of his next post, you win the big jackpot."<P>And so I picked up the card - it read <I>February 18, 2003</I>.<P>"Hmmm," I said to myself. "I like my chances."

Kyle W., you totally rule. Avi, you used to rule and will probably rule again, but you aren't around, so Kyle will have to rule until you can rule again.