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Penny Arcade, I love you. I swear to GodWe’re Here to Help
www.cassius.fm I’m ok with this sort of navigation. It’s definitely different, but pleasing to me in a way. I guess the sounds are attractive to me as well. Go check out La Mouche and The Sound of Violence. I’m not sure if I like them, or if it’s the presence of a visual narrative that…
I’ve had these a while, but forgot to post them. Cleaned up my desktop today, and tried to clear things up on my server. First one is of my friend Justin, created by Ben. Hehehe. The second one is my connection speed at work. I swear to you, this is what we deal with there….
Nothing much to report here. After waking up so late last night, I tossed and turned for almost two hours in bed. I got a bit freaked out about this upcoming teaching gig I have in Alabama – going over how I’m planning to structure the week-long course in my head, unable to stop thinking…
Interesting. Most of the folks there were nice. I drank constantly, but walked away with a slight buzz. The party was just like any other party I’ve ever attended, but dress everyone twice as fancy and make the apartment ten times cooler and nicer… and there you have it. A sweet location, a great building…
It would be the David Sedaris boxed set. I got "Barrel Fever" yesterday, after purchasing my first book of his (Me Talk Pretty One Day) on Monday. So far, it doesn’t compare yet, despite the girl at Quimby’s recommending it. Alright – if you haven’t read it yet, go out and buy Me Talk Pretty…
After a few months in my parents’ basement, I took an apartment near the state university where I discovered both crystal methamphetamine and conceptual art. Either one of these is dangerous, but in combination they have the potential to destroy entire civilizations. The moment I took my first burning snootful, I understood that this was…
For the first twenty years of my life I rocked myself to sleep. It was a harmless enough hobby, but eventually I had to give it up. Throughout the next twenty-two years I lay still and discovered that after a few minutes I could drop off with no problem. Follow seven beers with a couple…
Justin played me a tape of Neil Hamburger. Overall, not my thing, as his deadpan humor didn’t quite do it for me. But his crank phone call Hijinx had me crying, and I almost peed myself when I heard it. I’ve listened to it since, and it hasn’t made me fall down laughing each time…
Heather invited me to a party this evening, though I haven’t heard anything yet. Not sure how I’ll feel – it’ll be fun hanging out with her, but I’m wary of the group setting. Grumpy told me a few days ago that I should pursue non-me types of activities. Perhaps I should throw caution to…
It’s 3 AM. Not much of an entry here, since I woke up on the couch a few minutes ago, and plan to go right back to sleep. I need more practice updating – I keep holding off to the last minute, and by then, I’m too tired to come up with any witty banter….
I’ve spent most of tonight updating, and getting shit back online. So, a short entry here. Give me a break. It’ll take some getting used to, documenting things that happen to me daily. As I got off the Blue Line today, I was met with a guy dressed up as a ham sandwich, or some…
I’ve become a big fan of David Sedaris after reading Me Talk Pretty One Day. I’ll post a few blurbs – I’m literally laughing out loud, almost uncontrollably so, at least once every ten minutes. The guy is good. I’m plowing through this book, which I purchased on Monday evening. Tracy suggested him to me,…
Got installed today. It’s shiny and new and lovely as all get-out. It gleams hard and makes everything else in my apartment look old and out of date. Just fucking gorgeous.
Here, Dr. Hibber is trying to reassure Hugo (Bart’s twin who’s been locked in the attic for years) that everything is OK. He picks up a mirror and says "I bet you’ve never even seen your own reflection have you?" As Hugo moves closer to see his reflection, Hibbert reveals that the mirror is only…