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Best Wishes & Good Luck to everyone in theBlogger Idol 2012


One hundred and sixty-six bloggers have thrown down their respective gauntlets in a battle for supremacy. And while  supremacy for bloggers doesn’t carry the same weight as a battle for naval power in the South China Sea , or economic leverage in the developing world would; it still has many perks like  360+ days of bragging and more daily blogviews.

Despite promises of more views and prizes here I stand, MrMary, the one blogger with no gauntlet to throw down, the one blogger who has no one cheering for him, who has not tweeted judges pictures of his junk, or asked you the reader to do anything other than the nothing you do, something with which judging from my blog views, lack of likes, and comments you are intimately familiar.

The Mandate

Some bloggers are born great, some over the course of hundreds or thousands of post have achieved greatness. Then there is me, a poor player, fretting on the stage with the robes of greatness suddenly cast upon him. While I am not fearful of greatness, I am weary of it and its responsibility.

I was given a mandate from the people inhabiting the blogosphere, all 5 of them. Now in addition to my excessive testicular fortitude, I now have something I was always lacking: the consent of my people to use it in so public a fashion.

I plan on giving them a new kind of blogger.  As for the  thankless job of telling them how things really are, I plan on giving it to them raw. To than end I have  refitted, refurbished and re-lubed my rapier wit. Now I stand ready and waiting for your call to remove the only thing standing in my way: the see-through nebulous  simulacra of meaning  that lasciviously clothes all reality.

Well Wishes & Good Luck

And so while you await to see what the judges have decided and fate decreed, I bid all 166 of you  the best of luck, I hope you place highly on the list and to the top 13 I offer you official titles and the customary large expanses of fertile land in my fiefdom of fictitiousness. I on the other hand shall venture forth into new and uncharted realms, deep into the verdant expanses of foolishness and free porn.

Life as we know it is already as tedious as a twice-told tale; isn’t it better to be a witty fool than a foolish wit ?

MrMary

LET THE GAMES BEGIN

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Another MrMary Sighting on 828 Broadway @ TheStrand


 

The Strand Bookstore

The Strand Bookstore is an independent bookstore located at 828 Broadway at the corner of East 12th St) in the East Village neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City, near Union Square. The Strand advertises that it has “18 Miles of Books”, and is well-known among New Yorkers for its collection of publishers’ overstock, used, rare, and out-of-print books, as well as the chaos on and around its shelves. The store houses the city’s largest collection of rare books, and is also a contender for the title of world’s largest used bookstore, its major competitor in this regard being Powell’s Books of Portland, Oregon.

We caught up with a busy MrMary Yesterday night coming out of The Strand. he was carrying with him  the following books by David Foster Wallace:

The Broom of the System

Infinite Jest

He sat down with us for a brief moment, on the condition that we would get him something from the Wafle and Dinges Truck and we sat down on the benches right outside the dog run in union square.

The Interview

Interview Lady: So MrMary, what brings you here, to this neck of the woods
MrMary: Well to be honest, you pretty much answered your question, you know… neck and wood etc
Interview Lady: I dont get it
MrMary: That’s a shame, such a pretty lady……  does your husband work many hours, leaving you home alone with a cold dinner and the bitter sweet taste of nostalgia on your lips
Interview Lady: Uh.. uhm… so (awkward pause) about the Strand  do you come here often ?
MrMary: There is only one place in the city where MrMary goes to appease his insatiable hunger, and since he doesn’t smoke afterwards he walks a few blocks from this chicks apartment and gets books to read.
Interview Lady: Uhm… ok that’s weird… doesn’t she have books at her apartment
MrMary: Yeah she has the standard stuff that will make her look educated to her fucktard NYU friends… The Sunday NY Times is on her coffee table, The Essays of Montaigne, The Alchemist and Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho, and Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, Tropic Cancer etc….
InterviewLady: I don’t know what to say
MrMary: No one does, which is why I read. The nature of life today is that of isolation, our technological advances only serve to exacerbate this sort of dismal state, I find that good literature can  serve to in a way set up a makeshift bridge that can momentarily lead out of isolation into the domain of real human experience which is inclusive, accepting of diversity and transcendental at the same time
InterviewLady: Wow….
MrMary: Hows that for a sound byte… it’s not all dick jokes… Thanks for the Waffle and Dinge stuff.. and if you are going to wear a ring to deter guys from flirting with you you should really not smile so much and be so visibly optimistic. You need to look a bit unhappy, frustrated, yet comfortable since you do wear  granny panties …..
Interview Lady: How did you know?
MrMary: Life’s but a walking shadow, and I have the flashlight and the tube sock ….

 

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