It is done

We've officially moved to http://exittheory.blogdrive.com.

All contributors are there, and all regular updates will be on that site. Hop on over and check us out. I like the new site design a lot. Anywho, have a good evening, gang.

I wouldn't expect much as far updates here go. I'll keep it open for a while, but probably nothing will come up over here. So what are you waiting for?

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Change is good.

Uh...

The archive move went alright. It's a long fucking process, because I had about a thousand more entries than everybody else. The whole "move to a different site" thing has been the reason we've been updating so limited this week, and I wouldn't expect that to continue much past thursday. Burky's archives are moved, mine are moved, now we just need to invite mike/nique over and we can just continue over there.

I like the new site, by the way. It's not nearly as shitty as blogger.com, and it's completely html, allowing people like Burky and mike to customize at their own whim. So yeah, I made Burky art director for the new site and let him go nuts, and we've got a bitching looking place, if you ask me. Starting probably monday, all full, new updates will be found at the new site, and the fate of this place is still up in the air. Will I close it? Keep it open? I don't know. We might need a forum for the posters. Maybe I'll just close it to the public, and we'll keep it for ourselves. Anyway, I'm off. And oh yeah, our new home is

http://exittheory.blogdrive.com/

Almost exactly the same, but blogdrive, not blogspot. Catch you later!

We're moving/redesigning a new Exit Theory. Blogger fucking blows; it barely lets me into the fucking updater. Anywho, I'll keep you posted. Right now, we're working on moving the archives over. The design is pretty well set up. I'll be contacting mike and nique in the next few days to let them know what's going on.

Stay tuned...?

Strange and Screwy Lifeless Lovers

My grandmother and mother have been on a trip, they were visiting some of my grandmother’s old friends. on the way there they got the news that my great aunt died and they decided that after the Montana trip was over then they would shoot strait through to Ohio and the funeral. I am left with another week of solitude. the time I have gained has to be used to gain employment. I have been collecting applications but not filling them out. I hate it, and the job I want is already taken, this is shity! I should move back down to the cities, but then that means that I have to really get my shit together hold down a real job and do the comic book all in record time. if I could just get into contact with that awesome rich awesome kid then it would all be kosher but Fuck I can‘t and I need money for paper and ink and a new brush or two, I could raise that money if I could just find a shity job. I am just not up for that. If I just knew wither or not I will get into that dumb college I won’t be able to pay for any fucking way... this is shit... I am going to.... I don’t know what to do. any suggestions?
tell me what to do. I can’t think for myself anymore I’m all burned out.

good news however, I did wander into Tyler Huss's house and ate his food and stole his stuff.
there is good in everything.

Strange and Screwy Lifeless Lovers

Not on my time, dyke!

I wish i could remember my dream. Usually I can, I have a method. I'm not telling you what it is. If everyone knew, then everyone would be super...meaning no one would be super. I will remain the supreme being, thank you. I have lost my dream this morning. Unlike previous dreams where I dance with Nicole Richie in my grandma's front yard, or avert death by beating high school kids up while being naked, this dream was an invaluable piece of knowledge. My dream was a movie. A movie i should have made. A plot I should have got up and wrote down immediately. In my way this morning, was the fact that I had to go to work, pounding in my head like Ron Jeremy pounding some slut's cunt. Through the morning ritual of making myself beautiful, the wonderful story of action and betrayal, and a new-found love slowly drifted from my memory. Arriving at work to find that there is nothing to do, except for write this entry only made me dislike the situation even more. Now, my good friends, all I am left with is a fraction of the dream. My chance at creating a film...a REAL film. All I can remember now is a fat girl that poisoned my drink after I didn't take the bounty on her head. Thanks a lot, world.

Anyway, I only work half a day today, which gives me more time to beat Capcom vs SNK 2 on level 8 difficulty again. What a glorious feeling it is, to beat a game on 8 stars. Hopefully I will receive Street Fighter Alpha 3 in the mail today, so I can begin my intense training to obtain Dramatic Battle. I would really like to be good with someone other than Ken and Ryu. I think I will begin my Karen lessons when I receive the game. I highly recommend getting the SFA3 strategy guide if you want to learn everything about every character's past. 5 bones on ebay, y'all.

If you have noticed my lack of random swearing and nonsense, it is because it is now 9 am. Yes, 9 AM. I have only had one cup of coffee and one can of Wild Cherry Pepsi (Great New Taste! - Contains No Juice) Usually I'm totally down for being up this early, but I am still reaping the consequences of snowboarding an entire weekend away. Sore like MaGore. Get your fat ass up and roll me a coffee blunt. What the hell does that mean? I don't even really do that! I inject coffee into my veins. SHIT you! eat it, blow me, get bent, not on my time you dyke, cram ass, eat shit and die. Ok, it seems I am slowly waking up.

Burky: About how many boxes of Wheat Thins do you guys go through in a week?

Adam: With Mike in the band, probably about 8, in a minute.

Fucking priceless writing, boys. Priceless.

4-Wheelin' MaGreeling OR I'm not on drugs, seriously.

What the hell happened to Darkwing Duck? That show was frikin' AWESOME DAWSON.

Boy, things are quite strange around these parts. Speaking of the internet of course, and more specifically, the Exit theory location. Things are changing? WHAT?

Last Friday brought me good luck. I went to work at 6am, and was done at 8am. After a 4 hour drive, well i didnt drive actually. More like i sat in the back playing Street fighter. My accompliss Ryan and I went on a Grand Journey to Lutsen in our Caravan of Fury, (Literally a Dodge Caravan) for a weekend of Snowboarding up the the mountains, and hijinx to no end. While the snowboarding part happened, and dont get me wrong, it was ABSOLUTELY THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE, i was saddened by the fact that we didnt break anything, or get in enormous trouble...which usually happens when we all get together for a weekend like this. but nothing really happened.

Aside from the most hardcore fooseball match this side of Manchester, yeah we're talkin the fooseball flying across the room and into a hot tub more than once. The battle royale took place at the pool. My cousin...we will call him...Xaylor X, to protect his identity, insisted on splashing water at Ryan and I while we were enjoying the dry life. After insisting that Xaylor X stop this nonsense immediately, I proceded to locate the nearest projectile I could find. It happened to be an almost...ALMOST empty shampoo bottle, and i hurled that bitch full speed at his face. Xaylor X dodged easily and threw it back at me. I caught it as Ryan filled me in one a terribly good idea. I quickly ran over to the hot tub and filled it with water. Upon returning, I freakin bitch blasted that mother right at him. Now im not sure if it hit him, but i like to think that it did. Right in the face if anything. This Xaylor X retaliated in hurling at at me, but my Guilty Gear skills came into effect as I easily dodged the bullet and it hit the wall, exploding the cap into tiny pieces...that hopefully people will accidentaly step on. I picked it up again, and without hesitation, returned the favor...with the cap off.....causing a bottle full of somewhat diluted shapoo to fill the top of the pool. Yeah, we checked for cameras, and got the mother out of there...but not before I threw Xaylor X's socks in the hot tub. Last but not least, Real Searchin' just didnt happen, due to an excessive amount of snowboarding and soreness. Just another weekend with my family.

Remember 10hit Combo? yeah that was cool. I currently own Ultimate Rugal's ass.

Another thing I would like to assess is the current thing that has been ripping my mind back and forth all day. SHOULD I BUY A PSP ON FRIDAY? Pro's : i would fucking be totally sweet as fuck, and thats about it. Con's : $250 bucks, library of games doesnt make me orgasm at any moment. What do you think? let me know...cause either way, ill probably buy one on friday.

Is it me, or is this the most...normal....any of my posts has ever been? I think im out of drugs, Howie Mandel hasnt stopped by in like 3 days. Fuck him anyway...

from this pitiful library.

Every one is gone again, and I am ready to real get moving.
just need some cash just need a job. Damn me, I don't want a job.
it is possible that if I got a job I might be able to afford coledge, but I have a hard time beliving that. I some how doubt that a minimum wage job will bee enough to put me through a semester of school. even if every cent went to funding school.

I'm tired, been biking.

afraid of my mom.

I don't like it because it's stupid...

...but I use it anyway. I don't know if anybody besides me is going to be interested in this, but for those unaware, the Flesch-Kincaid readability test is the industry standard when it comes to determining how readable the shit you write is. I play around with this thing like it's going out of style, but some interesting numbers when I put the Exit Theory in there.

For the month of February, a total of 9,841 words were written. We had a Gunning-Fog Index of 8.30, meaning it would take that many years of schooling to completely understand all the shit we say; a Flesch Reading Ease rating of 75.70, meaning that percentage of the public will be able to undertand what the hell is going on; and a Flesch-Kincaid Grade of 5.26, meaning people in that grade will understand this.

These are good numbers, as we've been winging it from here. I'll keep you updated. I know the post "Railroad Jerk" ranks up in the high 80s in Flesch Reading Ease, which is good news for me.

Railroad Jerk

Where once our numbers grew without boundaries, they seem now to be dwindling. Peter has made it known that he probably will not continue to post in any regular fashion, and that I "should just take [him] off." This will happen later on this week, when I can be bothered with it. While I'm sad to see to him go, he won't be the last. My "one post a day" rule has been broken about as badly as you can break an arbitrary piece-of-shit rule. Hell, I don't even follow that anymore. Or at least, I haven't been. Time to get back to my roots.

The "one post a day" rule is gone. Stricken from the record, as it were. In its place shall arise a glorious city, founded on syllables, built higher with clauses, topped with golden spires of ideas. Basically, the Exit Theory belongs to me again. I shall keep the door open for the other contributors. For a time, anyway. This meltdown was foretold in texts long since forgotten. In other words, I kind of expected the Silver Age to pass.

You can kind of gauge the progress of the Exit Theory in certain ages. In the Bronze Age, an aspiring writer struck out on his to document the things he felt important. In the Silver Age, four brave adventurers joined him in his quest to fashion ideas and tales the world hadn't known. We enter now into a transitional phase. The long talked about site redesign will happen, even if it means I do it myself. And let's be honest, I don't know what I'm doing half of the fucking time. I just sort of close my eyes, pound a few keys, and hope for the best. That will happen. So, the logical progression then is into the Golden Age. I hesitate to use that term. It might be the shittiest it will ever be in the coming weeks and months. We may see the Age of Shit, for all I know.

But I don't know. And that's all that makes it okay, sometimes.

I'm in the process of shifting projects around. My timetable has been... how do you say? Ah yes, fucked in the ass. The projects that had seen attention previously have been replaced with newer, different projects. It helps keep the work fresh. Also, things have tended to evolve, like most things do. Comics have turned to film, prose to poetry. Quite frankly, it's hard to keep up with the constant changes around here. I like that.

Home (or a suitable synonym thereof) for the weekend. Back in Minneapolis, staring meekly out the window, waiting (not so) patiently for school to end and life to begin. There's so much shit I want to do, and this fucking school keeps getting in my way! What is that? I've never been more stifled creatively. Liberal arts my ass.

Because some of you (well, just one really. But a very cute, albeit tiny one) have complained about a lack of updates around here (and elsewhere, as I have been known to spend certain amounts of time), I will work tirelessly to update both here and abroad at the other journals. I figure it's the least I can do for you. You are, after all, very cute. And very short. And in New York. And my best friend.

Fucking forget it! I'm going to bed. Say your goodbyes to those leaving us. Bye, Peter! You will be missed.

that's not contagious, is it?...

Watch me Jumpstart, part II

You're in England, eh? You're trying to lord that over me, eh? You know, they have bad teeth in England. I think the joke is on you. I think that very much. Besides, Minnesota's been a neat little 40 degree cutie lately. What more can I ask for? Oh yeah, that's right. A life.

Burky T, that man among men, has concocted yet another film that I'm excited to see. I believe, and I may be wrong here, that the title is Real Searchin'. If it's anything like I imagine, it's gonna rule.

Yeah, I'm gonna go, because I have a lot to work to get done before tomorrow. Peter may or may not continue to join us. We'll have to see. Anywho, peace to tha grease.

Today, is like yesterday in some ways...

...and I don’t mean that in a philosophical way. I have effectively done a lot more work on my book, today I have undone the shity things I did yesterday and polished the book into a far more tangible thing than it was yesterday. It’s been a struggle to say the least, it hurt me deeply to cut the pages I had already planned out. I did what I had to do, but other than that I haven’t done much, yesterday at least I went out for a walk and pretended to be looking for work, but today I just can’t bring myself to go out. I think if it wasn’t for my addiction to singing along to mason Jennings my mouth would close up like a wound, bad thing, good thing? I don’t know, still feeling productive but melancholy, maybe it’s just the over cast sky and relatively colder weather, probably about the difference of four degrees.
unless I intend to do this thing in Bic pen I am going to have to go get a job. ah the ever present danger of employment. hey Nique if your reading this you should send me some information on telemarketing. such as, do I have to sell shit to make money? cause I don’t know how I would feel about that, but the idea of not leaving the house is nice...
I’m going to stop righting now, I think I’m sick.
I think I’m going to stop posting regularly, either that or start to get inventive with it, cause this shit is going to get real old real fast.

Uh....

Sorry for the MASSIVE quad-post. I blame my own eyes being METH PIPES.

hey, i think he likes it!...

Escalation freeds escalation

My constant state of exhaustion seems to be indicative of larger, more frightening problem: my illness, which you well remember, is not gone. Feeling normal (beside the tiredness), I assumed that my violent soul-sucking cold/flu had left my body. Little did I know it was laying dormant, striking when I least expected it. At least I'm caught up on work. Well, relatively speaking, of course.

Here's something needs commentary: Yahoo! News, is hosting a story that says, in plainest terms, that "LEET" speak or "1337" speak is doing more good than harm to the English language. Yeah, I know. I know! What the fuck is that?

Is he insane?

Regardless of whether or not "lol" or "stfu" are going to replace actually laughing or telling someone to shut the fuck up, he's inviting every English speaking person in the world to talk like a fucking moron with reckless abandon. A fan of regular, smart English, I cannot be anything but utterly terrified at this development. The horror! Shrink in terror at the imaginable possibilities!

"Hey, Robbie. You want to go get a fat fucking steak?"
"STFU, n00b. lololololol!!!11!!1!"

It is coming; the end of days.

Actually, I'm not going to lie here, this is fucking awesome for me. Fucking awesome. This proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am fucking better than 90% of the people currently existing. Speaking proper English is fairly easy and natural for me. It's them, they are the morlocks. I will not be dragged down into their rabble!

Yeah, yeah, I'm elitist. I like it that way.

We might see branches forming off of the main Exit Theory "web log," or whatever the term may be. The much spoken of yet slightly non-existant 10-Hit Combo may be resurrected in a form not so different from this. It's an idea that's been tossed about. Expect no real results for quite some time.

Switching gears.

Today was a bright and beautiful day, and I had to fucking get out there and devour it whole. I put my feet in my shoes and shot out the door like a fat wind. The city is nice when the weather lets you wander away from the warmth of home.

Nothing else, except this purely unedited conversation between Fightin' Mad and myself. You should be able to guess who is who. Enjoy.

I eat burrito. says: (12:30:37 PM)
only thing on my mind is eatin a fat fuckin wet one

I eat burrito. says: (12:30:46 PM)
a sub

DM2 says: (12:30:50 PM)
hahahaha, you must go to BAJA SOL

I eat burrito. says: (12:30:56 PM)
hahahaha

I eat burrito. says: (12:31:02 PM)
its been closed for months now

DM2 says: (12:31:10 PM)
THANK FUCKING GOD

I eat burrito. says: (12:31:23 PM)
hahaha baxter baja was the Fing WORST

I eat burrito. says: (12:32:11 PM)
oh shit, we went to taco bell and saw fat fucker melissa dude. so sick

DM2 says: (12:32:57 PM)
Oh god, i bet she was scooping the fucking sour cream into her ass, shitting it onto a mirror, then eating it, the fat fucking FUCK FATTY

I eat burrito. says: (12:33:17 PM)
HAHAHAHA FUCKING A LOL

I eat burrito. says: (12:33:31 PM)
DUDE I TOTALLY FUCKING PICTURED THAT YOU ASS

I eat burrito. says: (12:33:45 PM)
with her shitty fucking sour cream all over her face

I eat burrito. says: (12:33:47 PM)
FUCK

DM2 says: (12:34:10 PM)
HAHAHAHAHAHHA dude, i'm so fucking sorry

DM2 says: (12:34:12 PM)
Shit

DM2 says: (12:34:13 PM)
GROSS

I eat burrito. says: (12:34:23 PM)
HAHAHA I LOVED IT

DM2 says: (12:34:40 PM)
You know she did it

DM2 says: (12:34:42 PM)
Fucking a

DM2 says: (12:34:43 PM)
GROSS

I eat burrito. says: (12:35:08 PM)
i wouldnt doubt it. with nick and melanie there to spot her in case she passes out from standing up

I eat burrito. says: (12:35:22 PM)
for too long

DM2 says: (12:35:24 PM)
HAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHH

DM2 says: (12:35:30 PM)
passes out from standing up

DM2 says: (12:35:35 PM)
shit, that's fucking funny

I eat burrito. says: (12:36:02 PM)
god dude she had kids man, someone had fucking SEX with her

DM2 says: (12:36:51 PM)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DM2 says: (12:37:35 PM)
You have no idea how much alcohol we'd have to drink to fucking have sex with her. I'd have to be mainlining BLACK TAR HEROINE to fuckign be fucked up enough to fucking fuck her fat fucking KOOTCH

I eat burrito. says: (12:38:00 PM)
HAHAHAHAHA HA OH MAN

I eat burrito. says: (12:40:17 PM)
FUCKING EAT DRUGS FOR A WEEK AND SIT ON A FUCKING DILDO MADE OF COCAINE. HAVE AN IV HOOKED UP TO VOKDA AND HAVE MY EYEBALLS GOUGED OUT AND REPLACED WITH FUCKING METH PIPES

DM2 says: (12:40:33 PM)
HAHAHHAHHAHHAHA FUCKING HAHAHAHAHHAHAH SHIT

DM2 says: (12:40:36 PM)
OH MY GOD

DM2 says: (12:40:44 PM)
FUCKING FUNNIEST MENTAL PICTURE EVER

DM2 says: (12:40:47 PM)
holy chirst

DM2 says: (12:40:52 PM)
my body hurts from laughing

I eat burrito. says: (12:41:29 PM)
hahahahahah dude this sucks, im fucking purple trying not to bust out loud here

DM2 says: (12:41:49 PM)
I know dude, fuck, this is easily one of the funniest coversations ever

I eat burrito. says: (12:42:17 PM)
hahahahaha i need to make another story out of this

DM2 says: (12:42:58 PM)
Shit yeah, dude. I fucking love the mental picture of Mecha Drugged Out Burky. The more I think about it, the more I realized you described floyd fucking JARES

I eat burrito. says: (12:43:16 PM)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA dude thats what he should look like on crempker

DM2 says: (12:43:32 PM)
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHHAHAHAH you fucking did it dude

DM2 says: (12:43:38 PM)
I don't know how you did it, but you did it

I eat burrito. says: (12:44:57 PM)
hahahahah i need to save this shit

I really talk like that. I'm not nearly as well-spoken as I make myself out to be.

hey, i think he likes it!...

An old, new way of life.

I have seen nor talked to anyone today, I have been enjoying seclusion the way I remembered it. It seems like it has been so long since I spent a day alone to myself, and thank my lucky stars there will be a full week of such solitude. I’m getting all tingly!
the closest thing to human contact I have experienced today was a strange girl I either don’t know, don’t remember, or did know, but they drastically changed there appearance. I smiled politely at them and that was that. I am finally free (once again) from the self inflicted obligation of crushing on someone. I don’t even feel lonesome. I had though for the past two years that I was hopelessly dependent on company of some kind all the time, but no, here I sit feeling incredibly content, at peace.
I have been working on shit believe it or not, I have done extensive studies for the first section of my book, and will be ready to draw it as soon as I get a hold of some cash for art supplies. Ah ha and here is the new beginning to the cycle of self destruction! to get enough cash moneys to start this thing I need to get a job, which will put me back into contact with people, which will drop my productivity back down to a ridiculous level, a stupid level, a level I hate. which is why I have decided to start my inevitable career of armed robbery immediately.
It is (thank God) the only option.
Hey I’m getting better at posting regularly too!
I love my life.

Boo-hoo....my life....KILL YOU

HAVE A FREAKING LAUGH PEOPLE. SERIOUSLY. moo-moo...my life...shall I be forever in the darkness? People don't laugh anymore. Such an easy medication to problems. School...work...BITE ME. Grab your shoulders and pull your damn head out of your fat ass. Life isn't that bad. Run away. Run away to Canada. Eat a burrito in Canada. Then come back, and have a burrito with me. I will order two. Don't forget the drink. Then I will go to Canada. I will get very drunk. I will have very friends. They like me. We throw up. Goodbye friends. Now I am back now. Eating burrito. byebye burrito. I am dead.

What? What happened? I must have blacked out. Anyway...what the hell was that? Why do people want to be such social outcasts. Yes, you...sitting in the hallway, pretending like you are insane. I saw you. You looked at me. We like it. Dancing. When we dance I like. Green tea coming. We drink. Fly away now.

DAMMIT. ok...I need medicine. Ebay medicine. I have now spent every penny and then some of the 75 bucks I made selling stuff...on even MORE stuff on ebay. All in all, it will be fun to play the many games I've purchased. Somebody is trying to sell a Macgyver survival kit on Ebay. This miraculous kit includes a paper clip, pen cap, and other random items. I NEED this. Better yet, I SHOULD HAVE INVENTED THIS. eh, oh well, I'll just sell my forehead as advertising space. WHAT? someone did that too? You know...I just realized...this little thing I am doing here...this Ebay bit, it's really not all that funny. Don't worry if you didn't laugh. I didn't either.

Soon I'll post a page with some of my work. Characters..blah blah, all that kind of stuff the kids are into. Give a man a fish, and he will have a fish in one day er he likes fish. shit. Howie Mandel is here, gotta go.

random

Don't ever ask me where I'm from. I really don't even know anymore nor do I really care.

Who knew that a week could change so much? I didn't but thats normal concidering I'm usually out of the loop on such things.

These can't be concidered paragraphs, but thats okay because my writing skills are no longer necessary... I'm going to school for photography.

My eyes keep growing bigger.

Fuck friends. I need you guys.

I feel worthless since I've spent most of my time watching movies and The OC. Is that bad?

I miss him no matter what. Not the new him, the old him.

Change is inevitable.

The sun was shining today and I was happy. Is it right for the weather to determine my mood? I don't know if it is or not, but I'm quite alright with that.

cant sleep anymore.