I need to recharge my batteries, people. So I’m going on vacation for a week or two. I’ll likely give a clearer accounting of these plans at some point, but for now, this is kinda fun. And kinda cool, too. I mean, I feel like just like Redford in 3 Days of the Condor — only, y’know, Max Von Sydow hasn’t been hired to kill me, and I haven’t exposed a secret cabal inside the CIA planning to instigate war so that the U.S. can gain control over middle eastern oil fields. I have, however, recently sexed up Faye Dunaway. But that was more coincidence than anything else. See you soon, I hope. (Incidentally, kudos if you nailed the pi reference.)
π
3.14159…
“Mmmmm . . . . pi!” (Homer Simpson)
Written in invisible ink…
Yes, Virginia, there is a post here
I need to recharge my batteries, people. So I’m going on vacation for a week or two. I’ll likely give a clearer accounting of these plans at some point, but for now, this is kinda fun. And kinda cool, too. I mean, I feel like just like Redford in 3 Days of the Condor—only, y’know, Max Von Sydow hasn’t been hired to kill me, and I haven’t exposed a secret cabal inside the CIA planning to instigate war so that the U.S. can gain control over middle eastern oil fields. I have, however, recently sexed up Faye Dunaway. But that was more coincidence than anything else. See you soon, I hope. (Incidentally, kudos if you nailed the pi reference.)
[note: edited for publication—jg]
Well, whatever’s gotten into Protein Boy, at least he didn’t use the letter Omega.
[An homage to the movie “Shane”]
Come back, Jeff! Come back! Jeff? Jeff?
Do you think “they got to out boy Jeff and he’s trying to let us know?
Way to go, Jeff. Loved the song.
I should do that vacation thing. Islands, sun, cabana boys…
Yeah.
I loved that movie, and I want it on DVD. It’s a great movie to chunk in the player when you think that everything is going OK and the world is generally a benign and benevolent place.
Until then, I’ll just keep using Glengarry Glen Ross to remind me that you’re never more than one sit away from dumpster diving.
WHERE ARE YOU?
“A week or two” huh?
Come on, Jeff! Summer’s over. Back to handing out free ice cream, please…
Jeff,
You’ve got to tell me where to get the full song of that.
Have a good vacation.
Quit fucking with my emotions!
I hope you’ve used this extra time constructively to get Sky and what’s-his-name together.
I will never hear “Girl from Ipanema” without seeing a teevee test pattern again.
I think now the question becomes: how long before J-Go’s webhosting account runs out? Research required…
First clue: it was approximately Feb of 2002 that the beloved J-Go took over completely from what WAS the PW crew. That was seven months ago.
Second clue: he’s running MT 2.21, which was released on 06/28/02. Not much help there.
Third clue: he last logged in sometime after the 12th of September to tell us he would be back “soon”. So we’re looking at a minimum of three weeks of no contact.
Fourth clue: last official post was August 17 of 2002, and all that was there was pi. The previous post was “Not with a bang but with a (whimper)” Was Jeff trying to tell us something, like “Adios, MFers!”?
He claims to be working on a screenplay “treatment” of some sort. Well, who isn’t?
There is no longer a Jeff Goldstein on the faculty of the University of Denver. Did I get that U wrong?
On the other hand, he is still the #1 Jeff G. on Google.
I’m still posting comments, so some server somewhere is still running this code.
I’m establishing a timeline here. Three weeks isn’t much to work with. Anybody wants to pitch in, feel free. This is kind of fun.
A WHOIS search turns up an address and a phone number. I don’t want to call and find out it’s disconnected. Someone in Denver should drive by that address and see if the lights are on, or if there is a car in the driveway.
Looks like jaguarpc.net is his host. They have annual plans. Since the registration was done in 4/02, I’m guessing the hosting started then, and he probably got the annual plan to save shekels. So at the outside, this will all go away in April of 03, in six months. Damn that’s a long time to wait. I will definitely call before then.
It is definitely University of Denver.
I wonder if he bought that town in Texas
You’d best get back here. You seem to be the subject of the latest blog burst….
I screwed up. I sent him an email from one of those fake big-boobs.com addresses that are a nickel a bushel, and he responded. So he’s still reading his DU email. Maybe that’s a courtesy they extend to excrutiatingly opinionated ex-perfessors.
It had my name in it, which is why I say I screwed up. Not like I’m any kind of celebrity or anything. But we had exchanged emails in the past. It could have rung some bells, but the reponse was typically wisdom-ish. Nothing to go on, no clues, except that he still is reading DU emai, and still uses his DU sig. And that could be some grad student he’s paid to respond.
And for a creative writing professor, it was decidedly uncreative.
Jeff is no where on the class list or in the faculty directory but Jeff’s e-mail is still listed in the student directory. Having talked to him a few times I seem to recall that he was a grad student/TA type thing. That being the case, if he graduated from DU, he would still have his DU e-mail for one remaining year.
So far no response to my response to his response. Not expecting anything, either. Someone with a KnowX account should do a look-up.
Jeff,
You’d best get your butt back in gear. Or at least leave an “I’m alive but busy message”. This is an official warning. Moira (The Inappropriate One) has noticed.
I saw Jeff last week at the Chuck E Cheese’s, he was wearing a trashbag and was saying he was trying to invent the world’s greatest “puppy torture” machine…
Oh well.
Thatwasn’t a trashbag, you goo-glazed french tickler, you. That was a surgical gown.
And those weren’t puppies.
I saw Jeff’s face miraculously appeared to me on a Cool Ranch Dorito, and his eyes began to cry tangy blue cheese dressing for the sins of the world. He then told me three terrible prophecies about the coming apocolypse, and I told the Pope these prophecies, and he said that they were too terrible for the world to know now, and he decreed that they should be kept secret from the world for a hundred years.
Wait, it wasn’t the Pope, it was Bruce Vilanch. And not “terrible” so much as “cruch-a-licious”.
Mmmmm. Cool Ranch Doritos…
You know who likes blue cheese? That Terri Hatcher. Wonder whatever happened to her…?
She got naked.
I think there’s a lesson there for all of us.
I say they are fake J-Go comments…
I thought I saw Jeff G. at the towson-town center over the holidays….but it turned out to be that damn Elvis guy instead.
Good one, Dave. Now where are those freakin’ homecoming photos you promised to post for me? I need to see a puffy Arj like I need a good greasing of the Maypole.
If you know what I mean.
Oh. And in the immortal words of Humphrey Bogart: “There’s no fakin’ a J-Go, Fat Man. So you may as well turn up your collar and face the breeze.”
Can anyone tell me more about this one :”Fatal error: Failed opening required ‘/home/virtual/site203/fst/var/www/html/includes/gfrotator.php’ (include_path=’’
in /home/glennfrazier/public_html/index.php on line 11” ??? Same silence (…)
Allright !!! Mac Frazier is back in business, one down, one to go.
Allright !!! Mac Frazier is back in business, one down, one to go.
Allright !!! Mac Frazier is back in business, one down, one to go.
This is your blog on drugs. Any questions?
This is your blog on drugs. Any questions?
So, nice new song.
Anyone else think he’s blogging under a new secret identity? Does anyone besides me care anymore?
Anyone else think he’s blogging under a new secret identity? Does anyone besides me care anymore?
And the smell of bologna, too. I wonder—does anyone besides me still care?
I’m starting to think you’re actually serious about giving up the blog.
If this would be a project to create melancholy or romanticism on the web, which isn’t a simple thing to achieve, it would be a piece of art …
… it’s a fr*****g LOOP, a LOOP! I have this green wobbly bit inside of me that reacts to music like that! “Good mooorning yeeeeeesterdaaaay …”, and I came here because I knew there was one of those spiffy “open links in a new window?”-buttons! I wanted to get the script to mess around with it and make it look spiffy somewhere else … stuck around for most part of an hour … . In the middle of spring and my green wobbly bit is well, wobbeling, you don’t believe it!
Well, thanks Mr. Prote
If this would be a project to create melancholy or romanticism on the web, which isn’t a simple thing to achieve, it would be a piece of art …
… it’s a fr*****g LOOP, a LOOP! I have this green wobbly bit inside of me that reacts to music like that! “Good mooorning yeeeeeesterdaaaay …”, and I came here because I knew there was one of those spiffy “open links in a new window?”-buttons! I wanted to get the script to mess around with it and make it look spiffy somewhere else … stuck around for most part of an hour … . In the middle of spring and my green wobbly bit is well, wobbeling, you don’t believe it!
Well, thanks Mr. Prote
I wouldn’t fuck Pam Geller with Darleen’s cock.