Michael Kindt's Blog, page 497
July 18, 2011
So, I received your book, witty letter, autograph and all.
It was surreal to finally be able to crack it open.
I am not even exaggerating when I say this is turning into one of the best books I've ever read. The way you incorporate satire i
My god, thank you so much for your kind words. Jeez.
And, yeah. I'll always have signed copies available on Ebay if anyone's interested. I'll also include a note that will make you and your girlfriend laugh as well. If you don't have a girlfriend, no worries. Simply wave my book around and you'll get two.
So, I received your book, witty letter, autograph and all.
It was surreal to finally be able to crack it open.
I am not even exaggerating when I say this is turning into one of the best books I've ever read. The way you incorporate satire i
My god, thank you so much for your kind words. Jeez.
And, yeah. I'll always have signed copies available on Ebay if anyone's interested. I'll also include a note that will make you and your girlfriend laugh as well. If you don't have a girlfriend, no worries. Simply wave my book around and you'll get two.
So, I received your book, witty letter, autograph and all.
It was surreal to finally be able to crack it open.
I am not even exaggerating when I say this is turning into one of the best books I've ever read. The way you incorporate satire i
My god, thank you so much for your kind words. Jeez.
And, yeah. I'll always have signed copies available on Ebay if anyone's interested. I'll also include a note that will make you and your girlfriend laugh as well. If you don't have a girlfriend, no worries. Simply wave my book around and you'll get two.
So, I received your book, witty letter, autograph and all.
It was surreal to finally be able to crack it open.
I am not even exaggerating when I say this is turning into one of the best books I've ever read. The way you incorporate satire i
My god, thank you so much for your kind words. Jeez.
And, yeah. I'll always have signed copies available on Ebay if anyone's interested. I'll also include a note that will make you and your girlfriend laugh as well. If you don't have a girlfriend, no worries. Simply wave my book around and you'll get two.
July 17, 2011
Spilled Ink
A new tag bandied about on Tumblr that I like, even though it sounds a bit artys-fartsy and artsy-fartsy people crack me up, even though I sort of am one, and even though I find it a bit artsy-fartsy I went out and follwed several people using it because it means one thing most: writing.
I want to be artys-fartsy and read my shit before a crowd of coffee drinkers again, before people reeking of patchouli, before white people in ridiculous dreads, before people who probably own an actual hacky-sack. I like to surprise them with my humor and utter rage. I am quite the turn of the page after the girl who spoke of love and flowers in no meaningful way for what felt like 400 hours but was really only 10 minutes.
I view writing as a competition and I'm going to fucking WIN, goddamn it.
There is a little artsy-fartsy shop here that has poetry readings and although I have been nervous and shy lately, I have decided to stop being nervous and shy and go up there and be awesome instead and read for them.
Additionally, I have decided to do videos of me telling bedtime stories to all you people who live in the internet. That should be fun.
And even though I have hardly any money anymore, the money I do have I got for writing so it's really really MY money, you know?
A Republican, presented without comment.

A Republican, presented without comment.
July 16, 2011
Rape victim becomes upset on the stand after defense attorney insinuates that she brought the attack on herself
Rape victim calls defense attorney, who is also a woman (at least genetically), a "bitch"
Judge charges rape victim with contempt of court
Throws her in jail (in a cell next to her attacker)
What the fuck?
Full story
One of the best Nirvana performances ever captured, imo.
One of the best Nirvana performances ever captured, imo.
I think punk rock is sacred
and is the answer to life, the universe, and nothing. I used to have a friend who was a giant blues fan. He fucking loved the blues, man. Hardcore. It was as if it was a music worth loving. He got it on vinyl. "Collected" it, rather.
We'd be getting drunk and out would come the albums, each one with a history or a story. I don't know how you feel about the blues, but I fucking hate it. I find it whiny and repetitious.
I'd sit there and listen, though, because I'm a nice guy. Never once did I pull out the knife I constantly play with in my pocket.
I kept my cool.
All old and shit now, I realize I'm the same guy as him, only with punk. I don't have vinyl or stories or history, but I still got the knife and you're going to sit your ass down and fucking listen.
Or else.