“He writes words and plays in a band called glovebox. He has a dog, some friends and family. He likes you. He’s a bit Blarg. A madhouse of exquisite dreams.”
Science fact: Grown men Tumbl. I do it. Jon does it. Yes million of female teens writing fan fiction about sexual interactions between Thor and Loki do it too but…I SAID BUT…so do grown men. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because it is fairly different than all other social medias. It’s fairly upfront. It’s more theatric…it has the anonymity of Twitter and the food pictures of Facebook but with a little aggressive humour and social conscience thrown in. Facebook is a friend connection. Twitter, a friend and business connection. And, well, Tumblr is the after party at that house down the road with the pool that the rich kids own. Does that make sense?
I follow Jon’s account because I think he and I are there for the same reasons. With Jon, there is a bit of everything. Social commentary, music selections, pictures of his dog…everything. I’ve picked a few of my favourite Jon Manning Tumblr moments to share with you below:
While I was on Myspace–I say it like I was taking some sort of drug–I started writing rants, blogs if you will, but I’ve long hated the word ‘blog’. So naturally I started calling my little ranty rants, blargs. I eventually renamed my page, Blarg manning, and ever since I’ve felt a little love for it. The name, Blarg–and it’s various forms, @blarg_is_blarg, blargisblarg.tumblr.com and blargsticals on Instagram–has become my calling card. So, Trent, if I would give myself a nickname, and I did, it would be/is Blarg Dan Dooner, king of all things Blarged and principal proprietor of Blargington Industries Worldwide.
If you could switch one body part with anyone else in the world living or dead, who and what would it be?
Easy. I’d switch faces with Nicolas Cage. That’s easy. Next. Oh haha wait, that’s a movie of his isn’t it? Next? haha Well, colour my face off.
In five words, describe your most uncomfortable dream.
I can’t, too much incest.
What is your favourite word?
Hold on, I wrote down some good ones somewhere. I’ll pick one from that list… Welp, could not find the list, so how about this one? Firmament. It basically means the sky, but I’ve recently been listening to Kerouac’s long-scroll version of On The Road, on tape. The word firmament comes up every now and then, and I dig it. It sounds like something hard, but it really means something you can’t even really touch, but you can be in and look up to.
What does that word smell like?
What is your spirit animal?
I have two. For a long time, while I was growing up, my spirit animal was the raven, or many ravens, but still just one spirit, or energy or force that I could always just feel. Who knows, maybe I was just dreaming. The other is a turtle. I went through a rough time when I was 19, and that animal helped me see that I didn’t need to be in such a big rush to grow up.
If ghosts existed, would you want to meet one? If so, what would you ask it?
Yeah, absolutely! I’d ask it if it was really real or just an echo of a life gone and done. I’d want to know if it is a person’s soul or just something else, you know, something of the ether or some shit. I guess I’d like to get a clear definition of what a ghost really is.
If you could share a bottle of alcohol with anyone who has ever existed, who would it be and what would you drink?
I don’t want to sound like a total lame ass here, but I have a special lady in my life, and I’d be more than happy to share a bottle of wine with her anywhere, anytime. Plus, she might read this, so my answer to your question here could serve as pre-foreplay foreplay. And I really like what happens after that.
What would you rather have as a pet: A dragon, a unicorn Pegasus or Ezra Levant?
If I have nothing in this world, give me Pegasus. The mystical beast and I go way back. At least 2.5 years. With Pegasus, time/space travel is as easy as a game of pogs.
Finally, if you could live your life over again with guaranteed success, what would you do?
Well, I’m still kind of “in it”, so I don’t know if I’d want to live it again or not. But if I had to because of some great cosmic joke, I wouldn’t change much. What would I do? Everything, as much as I can, what I’m doing now, who I’m doing now, the things I go through and get over, great bowel moevements, perfect joints, watching Point Break and Doctor Who, eating awesome food and appreciating what I got.