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I tried to save my life but it didn't work

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Mr. Restaurant


Peter's Creek Parkway is anthropomorphic-food crazy.


This sign is hamazing.


Stop the presses!!!


It sounds so ominous.


THIS ONE'S NOT FOR HAMATEURS!!!lOLOLOLKJPIGELL


Something about this seems so utterly creepy. Maybe because I saw it in a sketchy dollar theater at nine in the morning with all the power out.


Dear god.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Please conduct all wheel chair races at the checkout


Look at 'im go!


I got up to some cookery on Wednesday.


This is the frog that lives on my gutter.


Menacing.


30 Rock.

I had more to post, but I'm lazy.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

It feels kinda yellow today...


I saw the cashier for details. She recommended buying lotto tickets.


I wish I were someone like Hitler so I wouldn't feel bad doing shit like this.


If you're having a bad day, I recommend going to a stranger's house with panties on the fan.


Randi's new tattoo in all of its (not-yet-colored-in) glory.


My back yard is mainly in Vietnam.


Buckley keeps it real.

Books read
Oryx and Crake. God damn, humanity is doomed. I really loved this book, though. HIGHLY recommended.

Movies watched
Rocket Science. It was good, but it could've been great. A lesser Thumbsucker, sort of.


All right. Bye.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

The fruits of my labor: literally, literarily, and otherwise


The first batch of tomatoes and a few handfuls (of many) of basil from my backyard garden. Delicious.


I installed a 1/4" jack on one of my favorite toy keyboards. It's about the simplest thing you can do, electronically speaking, aside from taping an LED to a battery, but I still feel like kind of a badass for doing it. It sounds great except for a loud hum when the keyboard is shut off (anybody know what would cause that? something grounding something something I suppose...). There's a more detailed view of the jack here.

Flea market photos
I went to the awesome flea market on Capital on Saturday. I hadn't been in years. Here's some pics:


Shoe pile. You seen that thumb in the corner? For you, I throw that in for free.


I want "courage"! I want to BE COOL. I want to LOOK SHARP. Sign me up!


This is the best gay Mexican cowboy store EVER.


At this point do you even need your Power Rangers action figures to be knock-offs? Can't the past ten-fifteen years of figures have trickled down to the third world by this point?*


Some people argue that cheap phone camera's CCDs are shitty because they can't capture the frame all at once, leading to distorted perspectives and swervey lines. My word for these people is "bitches".


This is basically the best car in the history of cars.

I might be going back next week. Get more pictures. Hit me up if you wanna go.

Books read
House of Leaves. Mark Danielewski. LOVING it. I haven't gotten to the crazy part yet. Sure, the book (a fictional story about a fictional guy finding a nonfictional academic analysis of a fictional nonfictional documentary about a house that may or may not be fictional nonfictional and also there's a labyrinth in the living room or something) is pretty strange from the get go, but it gets ka-razy in a little bit. Anyways, I'm really enjoying it. It owes a lot to Pale Fire§, but is much less of a pain to read since it uses footnotes instead of endnotes (for the most part). I'd recommend it.

Movies watched
Superbad. I don't even need to tell you how good this is. Anybody reading this has already seen it. If you haven't, I have one word for you: BLOW-J.

TV seen
I've been watching/re-watching Undeclared. I don't have much to say about it that except for that it is awesome and you should watch it but you already have so you should re-watch it.


Okay, it's late. Time to go to bed.

* Which reminds me, at the Paws for a Cause thrift store across the street they had a Power Rangers Zeo lunch box for sale. I almost bought it. Almost.

§ Structurally speaking, at least.¶ Tonally it's quite different.

¶ Literary/cinematic critique with tangentially related, egocentric endnotes/footnotes. Both are examples of ergodic literature.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

End times


The surest signs of the endtimes: expensive cars, vanity license plates, and poodles in pink golf shirts.


In other dogs-in-cars news...


Rid yourself of all butt love.


The duel of the fates.


Go write some goth poetry you emo fucking bitch.


Greensboro is hainted!!!