Utter Wonder: The Idle Thoughts Of C. Monks

C Monks C Monks C Monks.

Posted 08/05/2005 08:49 AM by Gene in > women who roar and the men who run from them.

"C Monks C Monks C Monks!" said C Monks, right before he left me to do the C Monks thing.

C Monks is all C about some Monks, and let me tell you, it keeps him sooo C Monks. No one can C Monks like C Monks though. Me, I'm all like "C Monks C Monks C Monks!" when I visit C Monks' website, and when I guest blog, it's "C Monks this!" and "C Monks that!" Which is cool, I guess. I'm just trying to fill in for C Monks; trying to C Monks myself.

But lets face it, I'm no C Monks. Only C Monks is C Monks. No one else is C Monks. You aren't C Monks, your grandmother isn't C Monks, not even your cat is C Monks. Like I said, only C Monks is C Monks. Which is how I like it, only one place for all my C Monks needs.

Like last night, I was reading a book and thinking about C Monks, and it occurred to me, what if there were two C Monks? And I decided that would be an obscene amount of C Monks. Even one C Monks is an insane level of C Monks, and two would be so much C Monks that I think my head would explode into confetti. Crazy C.

Anyway, I just wanted to take a little time and C Monks about C Monks, especially since it's the last time I'll likely C Monks for a while, and I'm just gaa-gaa over the C.

I hope my C Monks friends enjoyed my C Monks all week long. We had our up C Monks and down C Monks, but I feel like I did an okay C Monks, especially considering that I'm in another world with this C Monks gig. C Monks writes a phonebook of C Monks everyday, and it's a hard chair just to sit in, let alone even come close to C Monks level. It gives you a big respect for what C Monks does though, which is a whole hell lotta C Monksin', and that's super badass McC Monks.

So get psyched, C Monksters, because there ain't nothin' but a sea of C Monks from here until the end of the internet. Monday is Monksday. C-ya.

Comments.

Quit that C-Monkeying around!

Now I'm thinking about sea monkeys...

Posted by: AnonAttack at 08/05/2005 09:12 AM

So what do you guys think C is gonna say about Sean Carman when he gets back? Sean Carman is kind of like the expensive lamp we broke five minutes after C left, and that's been hanging over our heads the entire week.

Posted by: hockomock at 08/05/2005 09:42 AM

I don't know about C, but I love the hell out of the guy. He was my cover all week long.

Posted by: Gene at 08/05/2005 09:51 AM

You can't spell "Sean Carman" without "C Monks"... except for "OK." See, it's a brain-teaser!

I'm really surprised that nobody else picked up on this besides me.

Posted by: Kyle W. at 08/05/2005 10:04 AM

Hey Hockomock -- no sweat. Things will be cool. Unless I get fired from the position of C. Monks parasite blogger. And I hope no one thinks I'm trying to hijack things here, or is dissuaded from posting. Let's all party, everyone! But Gene's philosophical post reminds me of an Oxford Philosophy Department colloquium on language and mathematics I attended in the 30's. Popper and Wittgenstein were there, having their usual argument. In fact, the story about that meeting that has come down is that Wittgenstein threatened Popper with a fire poker, but that's not what happened. I was there. The truth is there was a gentleman there, a young man with a Boston accent who wore a ringer-t-shirt with a drawing of an anthropomorphized brain. He was hawking 12-ounce ceramic tea mugs with the same design, and Wittgenstein had had enough. "Show me a universally true proposition!" Wittgenstein shouted. "Just one mug!" the young man said. "Would it kill you to buy just one mug?" Wittgenstein reached for the poker near the corner fireplace. "Philosophers should not threaten their colleagues with fire pokers!" Popper declared, looking smug and triumphant. Wittgenstein turned, and, with an enraged expression, brandished the poker, not at Popper, but at the young man in the t-shirt. Then he stormed out. I wasn't surprised when Popper later told the story as if he had been the victim, which he did to garner sympathy, of course, and to make it appear he'd left Wittgenstein speechless. It was so typical of him. As for the young man, we never saw him again, although years later a remarkable invention appeared, one the young man had been chattering on about that day, but to which no had paid any mind, because it sounded like so much nonsense. He was, if I recall correctly, describing something he called the "web log."

Posted by: Sean Carman at 08/05/2005 10:14 AM

Gene don't be so hard on yourself. You did a great job! The whole mug suicide incident was brilliant. BTW I hope the mug is getting some antidepressants.

I thing Sean adds alot to UT. It's sort of like the crazy guy with the guitar that puts up Jesus is here posters all over the historic downtown. He might be strange but he can play the guitar pretty good.

Posted by: anangke at 08/05/2005 11:44 AM

Thanks anangke, I just get a little self-deprecating sometimes. C Monks is my favorite blogger in the whole world, so I end up taking this just a tad too seriously, which is a total no-no. Plus, I haven't been swimming in like two days, which sucks. My friend Raymond sent me a picture of me swimming, and it's on my friendster profile and I'm getting antsy about not swimming.

If you'd like a copy of the photo, or just want to talk about swimming in general, please feel free to e-mail me at pompadour@gmail.com. I'm lonely. God bless!

Posted by: Gene at 08/05/2005 12:27 PM

Don't taunt me like that.

Posted by: hsw at 08/05/2005 05:45 PM

SWIMMING!

Posted by: swimmer at 08/05/2005 07:59 PM

After awhile, "C Monks" no longer sounds like a real person, it just sounds like gibberish.

Posted by: Pauly D at 08/07/2005 02:53 AM