WE'RE BACK, JACK

Hello world. Due to blizzards, ezarchive malfunctions, life and geographic rearrangements, and Gen. Sloth, Transmissions From Wintermute has been in stasis for over a week now. We wholeheatedly appologize to our three devoted readers for the cataclysmic loss of our blog in your life.

To help re-esteablish our once glorious readership, here are a string of vulgar words as search engine bait: assbucket, sluthole, trough, young boys, upskirt shots, basket, Brittney Spears, syrupy flap jacks, Mark Foley sex tape, Dr.PhilCocainHookersRage, fuck-spaces, astronaut porno-ago-go, clown snuff, Grant Miller naked, sluts on a bus, bucket, slut-trough, Cannibal Holocaust, crumbum, glory-hole golfing, buckets, donky punch, Paul Reiser, assbasket.

To make up for our irresponsible absence, in the next week our blog will explode with a shitstorm of volcanic blog-tivitiy as never before beheld by human/robot-hybrid eyes, including the long awaited conclusions to our Best of '06 Mix Tape, Mazur’s best of film school list, and ohmygodimmike´s world mix tape.

In honor of us all being in the same room (and same town) together for the first time since the birth of How I Learned..., here, as never before in the history of the intra-net are pictures of us, and the food we ate today.









Here’s a song, by our collective favorite band, hailing our glorious return to your life.

Just Friends - Screamin' Cyn Cyn and the Pons

-DJ, Laz, Mazur, ohmygodimmike

P.S. Correctly link the picture to the plate of food, or correct blogger identity, and win a signed print by Laz, or a signed DVD of one of Mazur’s films.

Now we’re all gonna go out and get wasted together, before Laz’ flight back to Stockholm.