-Stapleton is still bringing the funny, if you can ever sort through what the heck he's talking about.
-I've been listening to this a lot.
-I just thought of a way to categorize Wikipedia entries: have alphabetical lists of images or ideas invoked in an artist's work. So for Kurt Cobain you'd have a list including Frances Farmer, Leonard Cohen; the Wu-Tang would have Clark's Wallabees, etc. I'm going to check now if they already do this. [. . .] Not the way I'm picturing it.
-I'm looking forward to the new Batman movie. The Joker skateboards in it!
-Tonight I'm gonna see a movie called Priceless. Gonna resurrect my inner francophile, also my inner Audrey Tautou-phile. Is she a gay icon? Lesbian icon? She should be both! She's sort of halfway a straight icon. Bi icon? Bicon!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
First the Guys
It's not right.
One day I will put together a list of all the songs still cache'd from my YouTube searches. That list is the soundtrack of everything since the Great Laptop Theft of 2007.
Maybe this weekend. Blame the boredom.
One day I will put together a list of all the songs still cache'd from my YouTube searches. That list is the soundtrack of everything since the Great Laptop Theft of 2007.
Maybe this weekend. Blame the boredom.
Owwwww
Many things in life are discouraging, but among the worst in recent memory is clicking the "send" button with a fair amount of conviction that what's being sent isn't worth the two shits that bookended it.
There's falling flat on one's face, which is what happens if the words don't come at all. It's not clear whether falling to one's knees, which is what happens if the words kind of come, is better or worse.
The incessant fear that this will all crash horribly on my balding head makes sleep a distant and remote possibility.
Someone pass the crutch.
There's falling flat on one's face, which is what happens if the words don't come at all. It's not clear whether falling to one's knees, which is what happens if the words kind of come, is better or worse.
The incessant fear that this will all crash horribly on my balding head makes sleep a distant and remote possibility.
Someone pass the crutch.
So
Liveblogging this mess is only causing disaster. Project ABANDONED. Post-beer, perhaps, or perhaps never again. Too much R&B makes the heart grow sadder.
Okay Okay
-Improved versions of several, aka three, but still probably not at the halfway mark. They may be dumb, but they have hopes of looking pretty one day (tomorrow or not at all, actually).
-So much Red Bull feeling like Ryan Sheckler.
-It doesn't hurt as much as it could.
-One day I will look back on these moments in a separate kind of light.
-Round the block we go.
-So much Red Bull feeling like Ryan Sheckler.
-It doesn't hurt as much as it could.
-One day I will look back on these moments in a separate kind of light.
-Round the block we go.
I'm Having Quintuplets
-But I'm not scared.
-We're looking at 30 on 15 off.
-The jazz is flowing in my veins mighty heavily, but do not worry it's not anything that would make your mama scared (it's Red Bull).
-There will be moments of crushing despair as usual but if there's one *swish* in the bunch it's all a matter of merit.
-Looking at a 1:00 stop time should all proceed properly.
-See you in half an hour.
-We're looking at 30 on 15 off.
-The jazz is flowing in my veins mighty heavily, but do not worry it's not anything that would make your mama scared (it's Red Bull).
-There will be moments of crushing despair as usual but if there's one *swish* in the bunch it's all a matter of merit.
-Looking at a 1:00 stop time should all proceed properly.
-See you in half an hour.
Pearl Jam's "Lukin"
One of my favorite songs that lasts less than a minute. I was inspired by Sulks' recent invocation of the Descendents.
This video, like the Misfits "Skulls" linked earlier, is animated and hilarious. There is some vulgar (and quite gratuitous) imagery involving weiners, so be careful if you're offended by weiners. If you like vulger and gratuitous imagery involving weiners, though, then you'll love this.
In seriousness, I always liked "Lukin" for the things this video makes fun of - imprecise, directionless, angry yelling. And of course the "B" part where he says "Ain't gonna lose it" or "I'm going Lukin" or whatever.
There's a special genre of song where you don't have to understand the lyrics at all to get pumped. "Tourette's" by Nirvana is probably the most obvious case study.
This video, like the Misfits "Skulls" linked earlier, is animated and hilarious. There is some vulgar (and quite gratuitous) imagery involving weiners, so be careful if you're offended by weiners. If you like vulger and gratuitous imagery involving weiners, though, then you'll love this.
In seriousness, I always liked "Lukin" for the things this video makes fun of - imprecise, directionless, angry yelling. And of course the "B" part where he says "Ain't gonna lose it" or "I'm going Lukin" or whatever.
There's a special genre of song where you don't have to understand the lyrics at all to get pumped. "Tourette's" by Nirvana is probably the most obvious case study.
Dead Lines
It's good on occasion to realize that no one cares as much as you whether what you write is any good, and that most people, having no knowledge of what might have been for a given piece, won't even realize you've done a bad job. This realization allows you to continue to write, ignoring your own conviction that what you're doing is subpar.
On the other hand, too much of this realization makes for complacent -- and therefore bad -- writers.
For now, I'm just glad I'm not a complete smoldering wreck over it all. Plus, there's always next time. That is, until the editors wise up, and then there isn't next time, which might not be so bad either.
On the other hand, too much of this realization makes for complacent -- and therefore bad -- writers.
For now, I'm just glad I'm not a complete smoldering wreck over it all. Plus, there's always next time. That is, until the editors wise up, and then there isn't next time, which might not be so bad either.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
I Never Saw the Sunrise Before I Met All You Guys
Friday: Sulks had a party at a bar. People were in attendance. I met a guy who was into Gaddis and Wayne's World and I got a little slanty. We stayed up very late.
We're never short on special occasions.
Saturday: Enormous brunch at an Irish bar run by an enormous Irish man who, to judge by his gapped teeth and bawdy sense of humor, is a rugby player. Several friends turned up from out of town. We bought a football at the dollar store and threw it in Fort Greene Park, enjoying the sun and the view of a tiny segment of Manhattan. That night, I could have gone to another party but instead slept Friday off.
Sunday: Bought some papers, drank coffee and did laundry as I waited for others to rouse themselves. Met Kibblesmith and other wholesome midwesterners for late breakfast at the Greek man-diner on the corner. We cleaned the apartment and left the window open to get some fresh air in the place. In the evening we bought pizza and for some reason discussed our favorite rap songs from 2005. I read about Goldeneye and Street Fighter II Turbo for a bit before turning in. Came up with a funny joke about having to explain certain absences.
We're never short on special occasions.
Saturday: Enormous brunch at an Irish bar run by an enormous Irish man who, to judge by his gapped teeth and bawdy sense of humor, is a rugby player. Several friends turned up from out of town. We bought a football at the dollar store and threw it in Fort Greene Park, enjoying the sun and the view of a tiny segment of Manhattan. That night, I could have gone to another party but instead slept Friday off.
Sunday: Bought some papers, drank coffee and did laundry as I waited for others to rouse themselves. Met Kibblesmith and other wholesome midwesterners for late breakfast at the Greek man-diner on the corner. We cleaned the apartment and left the window open to get some fresh air in the place. In the evening we bought pizza and for some reason discussed our favorite rap songs from 2005. I read about Goldeneye and Street Fighter II Turbo for a bit before turning in. Came up with a funny joke about having to explain certain absences.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Caught in the Act
Of status-message revision:
Patrick's new status message - hey whiteboy wachyou doin uptown? 8:07 PM
Patrick's new status message - hey whiteboy what are you doin uptown? 8:07 PM
Patrick's new status message - hey whiteboy what are you doing uptown? 8:07 PM
When I Turn Twenty Fivefive
I want to drivedrive in a carcar with the lightlights looking brightbright.
50 Cents
I gave a man 50 cents today when he asked for it. That was the first such gesture I've made in a while.
Mencken
"If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner, and wink your eye at some homely girl."
(Epitaph)
"The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.
"The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron." (Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920)
Both from the Wikipedia entry.
(Epitaph)
"The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.
"The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron." (Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920)
Both from the Wikipedia entry.
Orwell
* Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.
* Never use a long word where a short one will do.
* If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.
* Never use the passive voice where you can use the active.
* Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.
* Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.
* Never use a long word where a short one will do.
* If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.
* Never use the passive voice where you can use the active.
* Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.
* Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Foux de Fa Fa Et Moi
Je ne comprends pay.
This is from the TV show "Flight of the Conchords," which is pretty funny, I guess, although it goes into the land of cheesiness a little often.
A friend of mine from out of town, who really is French, watches this video incessantly. I guess it reminds him of home.
If I were to listen to a French song incessantly, it'd be this one.
"J'y pense et puis j'oublie."
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Unrelated
Some things are unrelated. Here are some unrelated things.
This is harder than you might think. Most things are related.
-Ramen noodles and baseball.
-Me and Michael Jordan.
-Pistachios and jumping jacks.
-Pistols and ... pistols, turns out, are related to everything.
-Guitars and greenhouses.
-Punk rock and "Sally Forth," the cartoon.
-The dotted line in the middle of the road and the way it feels when you touch your facial hair ever so slightly.
-Stars (the balls of flaming gas) and concepts (the concepts).
-Britain and footwear.
-Potatoes and mountain biking.
This is harder than you might think. Most things are related.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
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