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Sunday, April 15, 2007

the last butlerman

Making the largely-regrettable decision to turn on the TV for a 'few moments' (it never turns out that way, does it), Butlerman soon got obsessed with the ways of Bushido after spending the last 2 hours of his life scrutinizing every detail of The Last Samurai (punctuated by whines over Tom Cruises' impeccable eyebrows and detracting comments made a couple of years ago about Koyuki is only hot after you've been through a consummate sake binge- admittingly she is quite attractive in a certain manner even without the influence of alcohol) on his TV from 5 inches away.

It is with great regret that the authors/editors of this blog (all six of the different personaes of this highly disturbed schizophrenic individual) inform that Butlerman wishes to discard the imagination-stimulating formfitting spandex of the Butlerman costume to put on a kimono and wave a variety of objects such as a fan and/or katana in a vaguely androgynous fashion.

Wait a mo... that sounds disturbingly familiar.
Cue hauntingly beautiful Hans Zimmer music from the Last Samurai soundtrack-

Hopefully this time around, he'll end up looking slightly more masculine, befitting of his self-proclaimed alpha-male dominance of the extensive (so he claims) area that is Siglap.

TO THE BATMOBILE

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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

the professional at procrastination

To the BATMOBILE lives again! Wheezing grunts punctuated by exaggerated spurting releases of steam accompany the slow but steady revival of the much loved (hopefully) engine that drives this heaping pile of garbage that is literature in its crudest form. And because this blogging thought process pains me as much as it pains you to read my dribble, a hearty "Go stuff yourself!" is in order.

Go stuff yourself! Ah, the gratuitious use of vulgarities has always been the Butlerman lifestyle.

As usual Butlerman is in no proper frame of mind to write a coherent blog post (judging by how he refers to himself from a third person perspective), this being the culminated effect of an unfortunate accident involving the leakage of strawberry flavoured protein powder into my bag, resulting in me inhaling noxiously-sweet strawberry flakes for half the day (think shisha but protein-y?), as well as the undesirable pressure of finishing a commentary of a Sylvia Plath (someone who makes less sense in writing than I do) poem by tonight.

Perhaps the only reason why this post has come about would be because of Butlerman's concern that people believe he's 1) dead (superheroes don't die! for long), 2) boring (no comment) or in the worst case scenario... 3) not a superhero no more (in which case is blasphemy and warrants another "Go stuff yourself!" and perhaps physical assault).

And for lack of better subject matter to blog about, and an increasing lack of time available for a that Plath poem entitled "Tulips" -

Butlerman says goodbye,
Butlerman also promises to blog more often-
while refraining from speaking in third person,

TO THE BATMOBILE

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