Past archives:

April/May 2003 - Humiliating Death Scenario, clown-free living, garden slugs, demonstrable immaturity, sources of evil, International Officer of Electronic Pinball

March 2003 - Take the President...Please!, Dupes vs. Schmoes, philosophy of the dumpster, Spooneybarger, Spring Training, starting a religion.

February 2003 - Seasonal Whining Disorder, angry at stuff, not the Pope’s Archnemesis, reader thank-you, cursing and spitting, catchy slogans for the end of civilization.

January 2003 - TV hurt brain, development as a writer, cooking with Josh, official launch propaganda, reflections on a crummy year

November/December 2002 - Mission Statement Q (no A), Republican pirahna, Preliminary grad school jitters, Josh Dollars and cursed sandwiches, being naked and screaming

Newer than older:

January 29, 2004
From a thought amidst a conversation today:

Democratic Presidential Candidate John Kerry and faithful Addams family butler, Lurch. You've never seen them together, have you?

Not that this is any suggestion that you should not vote for Senator Kerry, or Lurch, or the guy yelling at bats under the bridge, or *anyone* who opposes George Bush in November. Unless of course you are in favor of things such as government-backed discrimination, endless, pointless, incomprehensively expensive worldwide military conflict, or outrageous budget deficits, or the end of your basic civil liberties, or having no chance to ever own a house or have health care or go to college. Rest assured if we allow four more years of this we'll all be the guy yelling at bats under the bridge.

December 17, 2003
Today I am special guest diarist on one of my favorite sites. See? Told you my existence was justified.

November 23, 2003
Found a few minutes to wish the site a happy birthday. Mainly, I just wanted BuriedintheNoise-dot-com to know I was thinking of it and I miss it. (Sniff.)

October 20, 2003
Lots of new links added.

I've decided to label this excruciatingly boring period in the evolution of this site the Interregnum because it implies that the site will return to its vibrant form again one day. It also sounds cool. In the mean time, it seems appropriate to clean out the cache and share some of the many search engine terms people have used that led them to BuriedintheNoise-dot-com. Apparently Google believes that you can learn about all of the following by simply being a loyal (read: paying) reader of this site:

after the apocalypse

erotic tapestries

my joints make noise during exercise

bland existence

noise+vegan

spiderman pajama

picture of hal 9000

crazy alcohol shots

bathroom pipes making load noise

jorge trenchcoat

gookie boots

gapped teeth organization

david letterman +alan kalter +hair +color

egomaniacal people

philadelphia eagles fans boo

scorpions can set their venom on stun or kill

cocker spaniel too tall

windows xp pinball

wyoming baseball farm team

coco crisp criminal

swallowed ball

passport forging

bumblebee gyrocopter

bush administration propaganda backdrops

exaggerate height

alex rodriguez married greek

noise portal

basset hound heat rash

post office package scam

gyrocopter kit

how to put out grease fires

damn dirty liberals

enormous proof for evolution

mafia minot

long haired yeti boots

private investigator coffee mug

freddie prinze jr pointing at us

richard simmons take a walk

low self esteem monster story

porn at blockbuster

oakland raiders killing stands

scorpion traps

animals of the future

barry bonds skull size

pronounced occipital

unusual viewpoint

binder clip sculptures

shattered fluorescent

socially important short plays

stepped on a puppy

the end of jello pudding pops

September 17, 2003
Josh is currently entrenched in the graduate school quagmire and has consequently fallen out of regular contact with the external universe. Drop him a line to wish him sympathy, to tease him about your relative abundance of free time, or to get his current mailing address for sending batches of precious cupcakes.

Please refer to the standing list of other excuses for lack of updates. Thank you!

July 17, 2003
I'm sorry?

Oh, my mistake. You see, I thought that one of the other staff members had been making updates around here. But it seems he was doing nothing more than Playing Doom in between various coffee breaks. Well, that's what you get for hiring family.

Still, any one of either of my readers may have noticed that updates simply haven't been happening. Does this mean that Josh has stopped writing, thereby doing his part to rid the world of evil? Well, no, just concentrating on some other projects. I was accidentally encouraged lately by a group of writers with much more natural talent than I was blessed with, and as a result I'm trying to do some new writer-type things that really don't work for the internet. And within a month I'll be taken away for...for re-education. Not sure how much I can work on this internet thing during that time, but I'll keep things running regardless of frequency of update because we can't have enough grey text sites.

If that's not enough excuse, I can refer you to the standing list of them.

Anyway, if you're still reading this it's a safe bet you're kind of bored, so feel free to peruse the archives, follow some links, or write to say hello. Or, you know, log off and go outside.

June 25, 2003
Why did you do it?

June 15, 2003
As previously alluded to from the safety of my semi-anonymous internet post, I recently was granted the honor of having a one-act play I wrote read by real life actors. I had submitted a piece to a call for Lewis and Clark-themed short plays, and through timely bribes and systematic elimination of my principal competitors, my piece was chosen for inclusion in the week of readings. I was quite nervous about it, but it went well and is now receding into the past, where I am free to exaggerate its success to any level I can imagine.

Now that I’m content with the overall results of my play’s recent reading, I have been able to relax. The actors who were forced to carry it did an excellent job, and I wasn’t beaten enough afterwards to prevent my eventual escape and return home. In many theatrical circles, this is considered a success. And since it was well-received, I can breath a cleansing sigh of relief that I chose the right piece for public presentation. I had several other options that I developed to one extent or another, and now that we’ve progressed into a period in which I am once again shielded from and/or ignorant of direct criticism, I can share them.

2002-03 BuriedintheNoise.com
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