Checkin' In with Corey

A note from the staff at the Middlespace Institute of Enlightenment Studies (MIES):

Corey here, yo! Thanks to everyone for your supportive mails (and, uh, hate mail isn’t cool).

Today when I got in I found my computer on and stuff on my monitor. I guess Ty came in overnight (and my keyboard was surprisingly oily, but I fixed that with paper towels and a lot of Purell – I replaced the mouse – how come he doesn’t use his own shit?)

I’m done, but here’s what I found on my monitor:

“I had a dream. A wildly fucking mad dream, Corey! Here’s what I remember: I was at the Chinese seamstress’ house and the band was in the kitchen. We were getting rehearsal jerseys made. We were all there, me, Stu, Brucker, and the marvelous Furious Floyd. Maybe you were there too.

I remember thinking how COOL Furious was and I remember asking him about his name. He looked like Marcus and Dix fell into a huge blender, but with a beard and a terribly COOL hat. He wore an overcoat and sunglasses. Short dude. We were passin’ the J around at the time even though we probably thought the seamstress and her husband (the tailor) wouldn’t like that.

The name, aww, I’ll let Furious tell it (text from the dream): “Dude, I take a big ass hit from this motherfuckin’ joint…take a step back, blow this shit out and…DAMN! I’m FURIOUS FLOYD!!” We all slapped backs and hands at that point. Made much more sense in the dream.

So the Chinese seamstress and husband come back into the kitchen and there’s all this sweet, sweet, smoke and I decide to head into the garage/sewing shop and look at all the commercial grade sewing and stitching machines. Mostly to avoid the guilt over smoking in their kitchen. I looked back and Floyd was making the seamstress and the tailor laugh hysterically. I felt much better. The machines were cool.”

That’s it! I saved it all to a file (he hadn't saved it at all). Whatever.

I’m Corey! Out to the Nth from the fre-zeke zone!!



[Legend of Furious Floyd tag]

Corey from MIES

A note from the staff at the Middlespace Institute of Enlightenment Studies (MIES):


Yeah, uh, it’s me. Corey (the intern).

We had a sighting. Something about “Blueberry Boat” being “the best record ever.” We’ve heard that before, but not to this degree in a while. What’s funny is he hasn’t even mentioned Eleanor. She’s Fiery Furnaces’ lead singer and co-collaborator. He’s was all going off about “time to make the masterpiece” and “who would work on this with me?” and such. We all just kept our head down and stared at our monitors. Else, we’d be playing the cowbell on some obscure track.

I came prepared. I dug this out of my rhyme book (lyrics really), just in case I had to do this again (and yesterday’s sucked so bad):

Here goes:

Wheelin’ and dealin’
Got G’s on the ceilin’

Savage in love
Like heaven above

Stealin’ office supplies
While Ty closes his eyes

I’m an intern with broadband
And you don’t got to understand

[this is the part where the beatbox break comes in]

Nevermind…. OK. Maybe I shouldn’t do this anymore.

- I’m Corey! Out!

(shout outs to my #1 crew and the lacrosse team!)

Note From MIES

A note from the staff at the Middlespace Institute of Enlightenment Studies (MIES):


Hi, I’m Corey, the new intern here and this is my first post. I’ve been told to keep the site up while the rest of the gang figures out what happened to Ty. He, uh, isn’t here right now. He left a Post-it on his monitor that said:

“I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 40. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt. More stories next week…”

Well, we all know who wrote this, most of it anyway. But, maybe it wasn’t a note for us. Maybe it was a research problem. He’s always off on tangents -- doing everyone else’s job (including mine most of the time). I know he's going out to PowderMonkey-West on Wednesday, but WTF, huh?

Uh, I don’t really know poetry or nothing (I just get college credit for making tea here). I guess I could post a picture (see my ID picture -- like i said, WTF, huh?), but that doesn't fulfill my 250 word mandate.

And, um, I don’t really know what to say. Me and my roommates got kind of wrecked last night on Rum and smokes. I was telling them about work and stuff. How weird it is here but how much I think I like it but how I’m not learning anything useful or important.

Okey-dokey, here’s my contribution:

The boss listens to music
Constantly blaring
Time to make more tea
Nobody caring
I went to college for this?
I guess it beats selling fries
I wonder how the world looks
Through Ty’s crazy eyes?

I made it in to work on time…and this is about 250 words! That’s about it I guess. I hope i don't get fired for this.


- I'm Corey, out!

(shout out to Jay, Timmy F., Mikey and Rochelle (kisses!))