Tondar's Daily Rant

Prepare yourself for the writings of Tondar the Destroyer, Baron of Atlanta, Rightful Heir to the Throne of Spain, from whom all babies come. As his will be blogged, so let it be done.

Saturday, February 07, 2004


Well Thursday night ole Tondar went down to an artsy fartsy exhibit on demented toys at the ole punk club CBGBs. It was your classic avant-gard collection of "starving artists" with troubled souls. To give you an idea there was this one girl that you couldn't get within 5 ft of because her cooter had quite the smell about it. No need to smell the fingers when everybody can smell it just walking across the bar. As for the art, to tell you the truth all their works sucked. All they did was take old dolls and paint their cooters red. There were 2 cool pieces. One was a teddy bear somebody ripped apart and gave glowing demonic eyes and twirling angry claws (RARRRR). The other piece was a doll house where a murder had taken place. You could follow the blood trails from the beds to the place in the yard where they were burried. You could tell somebody actually put some time into this one.

Tuesday, February 03, 2004


Well I have been in New York now for about 10 days. I just completed my first job interview and I have to say that I am very confidant about my chances. Not only is this job closer to my field but it will also be a substantial raise over what I was making in Malebolge. All I have to say is; take that Brenda Bogue and dying man! Get your own Fizzle Stizzles Dawg!

Monday, February 02, 2004


Last night I went to a bar in Manhattan to watch the Superbowl. Well I ended up sitting next to this kid from Thailand named Noome. It turns out he went to Western Michigan for school. We spent the second half of the game screaming for the Patriots since he had $200 riding on the game. Though the Pats won, they did not cover the spread. Luckily Noome had been drinking all afternoon which helped ease the pain. OUCH!