Here's a little peek into the big J's schedule. Just an average day 8:00 - roll outta bed (rise & grind much? lol), do fifteen minutes of stretching, then stroll downstairs for... 8:15 - breakfast! first meal of the day, baby. during this time I flip open my downstairs laptop. homepage is of course the bloard.com top posts page. while i eat my cereal i reacquaint myself with all the good times we've had on here 8:30 - back upstairs. it's time to wash up, brush the ol' chompers, and shave if i haven't in the last four days. touching the mirror above my sink naturally brings up the bloard top page, which i browse via touch interface to catch up with any new posts. i make sure not to be gargling water while i do this becus you never know when a hot new swann post might crack u up, and i don't want to choke on the water and hit my head on the sink and die. 8:45 - it's time to get dressed. as i pick out my outfit, I instruct amazon echo to run my bloard_one_ups.exe program, which scans the forum for any new likes that have been applied to posts. echo tells me who has made the likes and what the posts are. 9:00 - now i'm ready for work. i hop on the local B line and on the ten-minute ride to my office load up twitter and name search "bloard" to see what the chatter is around "town" (the internet). 9:15 - finally i'm in my office. it's time to do my job — bloard posting. i crack my knuckles and get down to business. most days i can't think of anything to write. other days i'll look around for a cool new lizard picture for future use. my office, which is actually my bedroom (i take the bus around the block and get off where I got on), is outfitted with furniture conducive to content generation. 12:00 - unch 12:30 - i take an hour-long cold shower. this usually cools me off and gets me back to where i belong, mentally, after the time i spent jacking off during the last ten minutes of unch. 1:30 - this is where the bulk of my posting happens. wrapped in twenty layers of flannel blankets made from recycled printed out bloard posts, i work my mind and body into a hot content frenzy. some of my greatest posts happened during this time. for instance, the one i posted in the no irony thread. it got like 5 likes 9:00 - if i haven't fainted from dehydration at this point, i grab a little bite to eat before lying down and going to... 9:15 - sleep.

much more productive when compared to my days... i need to get my life on track

Damn!! I wake up, lay there till I can lay there no longer, make coffee, check Bloard, don't want to sign in right away, but Joops posts are just too hot not to +1 em, read some, practice Donna Lee and Bachs Sonata #1 in g minor for violin, take a lovely walk where my greatest ideas percolate into my conscious mind, laugh my ass off while walkin, generally with nothing isolating me from the direct experience of living, although have been wearing sunglasses to cut down on the wrankles I'll get when I'm too old to get into the club, walk slow so anyone following me either gets bored or has to pass me so then I'm following them, (looks around making sure no one is reading this over his third person shoulder) work on some original tunes, try not to have too much of a routine so the motherfuckers can't catch one in a rut. Actually caught a runaway bus tryin to escape the mafia and the motherfucker went five minutes turned around and where it picked me up was the end of the line and so I had to sweat it out another hour wondering if Bruno would recognize me beyond my fisherman's hat, sunglasses, and lay. Looked out the window this morning (1pm) and saw within the window a vortex of golden light specks tunneling toward me, I moved left and they spiraled outward, moved right again and they spiraled toward me and it's moments like that that make me wonder.

Swann that sounds absolutely insane my man, insane in the good way and not in the fucked up whack way that people are trying to talk about with being crazy and all that shit. I've decided it my Bloard boys (and girls) that I am going to start a fucking routine!! My life is going to be something and I'm going to walk the line of God and the Earth, and become a little closer to bloard as a result.

bloard is god 💅

Coo Kingdad42, all the peeps w/ minds I admire have generally gone to the loony bin a fucking routine sounds like a great life someday i'll get to my essay on nomadic post-humanistic ecology and Slothrop The gods died they died laughing when one God proclaimed himself the only god

Nice!! What is Slothrop??

Slothrop is a bad ass dude in Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow, a like 700 pg encyclopedic comedic pornographic dope novel, which is why the task of the essay is daunting to me, having to reread GR And write about it, nomadic post-humanistic ecology is deleuze which be why it's even more daunting, but right now i'm in the middle, lower middle of a 7-10 book novel w/ each book about 5-600 pgs, And I want to do an essay about Slothrop and Brother Tod Clifton from Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man and writing an album inspired by Derrida Deleuze Nietzsche and the Gospel according to Sri Ramakrishna w/ the tentative title, PussyFreak Deep in Hot Bitches, so please my compassionate friends, wish me fuck!!!

that's crazy, i'm listening to oboe music and dancing in my chair right now wario land 4 is the best video game ever created