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Blog entry mad libs

My creative well, at least as it pertains to this blog, has been running a bit dry lately. So, I’m enlisting the help of you, the reader. If you think you know me well enough—or even if you don’t—copy and paste the text below into the comments field and fill it in to create a stereotypical Jake Mohan blog entry. Once I’ve determined the winner, I’ll buy that person a beer. (Not responsible for damage to beer sent through mail to long-distance participants.)

    Last night I was listening to [evocative and personally resonant song by semi-obscure singer/songwriter] on the way home from [work / the gym / a bar / my brother's place], and, as I passed by [Chicago location], I was reminded of the time when I was [age not to exceed 28], living [in Iowa City / in Grinnell / in Appleton WI / in Chicago / in London / in the former Yugoslavia / in Ann Arbor / with my mother, again]. That was a [synonym for "turbulent"] time, to be sure, but I suppose nostalgia has rendered it with some [synonym for "fondness"] in my memory. But that time was also shot through with an especially [adjective] [noun ending in "-ness"], most likely attributable to a [adjective synonymous with "ill-advised" and/or "doomed"] crush I had on a girl named [girl's name]. This pursuit and its subsequent resolution [past-tense verbal phrase synonymous with "never came to fruition" or "inevitably resulted in disappointment" or "bloomed with alarming intensity before predictably collapsing under its own weight"], and it’s probably just as well. It’s analogous to an especially [esoteric adjective I just now looked up on Dictionary.com to ensure correct usage] passage I read in [any title by David Foster Wallace / Milan Kundera / Sean Hannity / Judy Blume] that touches on notions of [noun], [noun], and sexual [noun]. I suppose we’re destined to [verb] our previous [plural noun], ultimately, and even [integer] repeated listens of [any song by Neil Finn] isn’t going to change that.
    Five songs I’m in love with right now:
    1. [Guilty pleasure by artist whose name rhymes with "Seal"]
    2. [Seminal early-70s prog-rock epic]
    3. [Hot new track by edgy Pitchfork-approved artist]
    4. [Eighties pop classic]
    5. [Ambient soundscape by Brian Eno]
    As much as this story might suggest otherwise, my weekend was not entirely without its less contemplative, more hedonistic elements. Getting [colloquial synonym for "drunk"] with [people who are Dino and my brother] resulted in some dependably hilarious moments:
    [link to amusing, safe-for-work graphic]
    [Pithy but sage concluding sentence]

Comments

Comment from Nick
Time: 9 May 2005, 12:54

Last night I was listening to Shakira on the way home from Spin, and, as I passed by Jenn Lucas’ discarded disco wig, I was reminded of the time when I was 22 living in Iowa City. That was a moist time, to be sure, but I suppose nostalgia has rendered it with some crap in my memory. (It probably also helps that I had just consumed Drain-O.) But that time was shot through with an especially nasty fartness, most likely attributable to a totally bogus crush I had on a girl named Helga. This pursuit and its subsequent resolution sucked, and it’s probably just as well. It’s analogous to an especially ass-tingling passage I read in The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing that touches on notions of girls, hunting, and sexual fishing. I suppose we’re destined to fuck our previous landlords, ultimately, and even 100 repeated listens of “Underneath Your Clothes” by Shakira isn’t going to change that.

Comment from Joe M.
Time: 10 May 2005, 00:07

I was gonna do the ad-lib, but then it turns out your blog entry is funny enough as it is, and I should not try to best it. Besides, Nick did a pretty good job.

Comment from Jake
Time: 10 May 2005, 09:39

Thanks. You’ll still get a prize by default since I buy you beer quite frequently. As for Nick, he’s the reigning champion, also by default, so I guess I’d better find a padded mailer for the case of beer I’m going to send to his new flophouse in Brooklyn.

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