Maybe I am dead. Because this is the first substantial stretch of time during the five years this blog has existed that there’s been nothing going on that I absolutely had to write about, even though there’s been plenty going on. It proves, at least for me, that blogging is strongly habitual and that if you truly devote yourself to the laziness within, it can overcome anything. All kidding aside, I’ve been a lazy piece…
I don’t know why I’m still up. Oh wait, yes I do. BECAUSE I AM A GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT. And instead of packing and going to bed like any normal person about to fly down to Florida for a week of beachy funtimes and Radiohead, I’m uploading photos from the weekend to Flickr. And I haven’t even gotten to today’s MusicFest pictures. I guess they’ll have to wait until I get back Thursday and then…
The teevee tells me that the weather’s gone all orange and pink and red. It’s disgusting, mixing those colors like that. About an hour ago I was driving north on Avalon, taking a right onto Madison, when I saw the biggest fucking lightning streak I have ever seen. It was so big because it was seemingly right in fucking front of me, and its union with whatever it struck created the loudest and sickest boom-snap-crackle-fizz…
I saw the sun rise this morning and not on purpose. It just kind of happened when I neglected to go to bed last night and instead sat out on my balcony with Sarah and Rebecca, eating brie and blabbing about who knows what, and thinking a little too hard about the stuff I always think too hard about, which means I woke up kind of sad this morning and have spent most of the…
I’m busy busy busy today but I just have to get in a quick post about the zombie walk. It went off more or less without a hitch and I was again impressed with the turnout and the amazing creativity of the horror-obsessed in this town. I mean, seriously. I love being able to help foster an outlet that is so much fun for so many people. It’s corny, but I love that part of…
My nerves are all jangly. To calm them, I’ve mixed myself some ungodly combination of rum and Sobe LifeWater that looks like urine and tastes slightly less repulsive than urine. The nastiness of the drink is taking my mind of my nervousness, which I just wrote as “nervisness,” if that tells you anything about my state of mind right now. I’m worried about tomorrow’s zombie walk turnout. Last year was so unbelievably huge that, as…
Back in eighth grade, I had a literature teacher who kept me after class one day to ask me a question about something I’d written in my poetry journal. Back in the day, my schtick was to make drawings in the margins of my journals, illustrating whatever it was that I had written about. On this particular day, I had illustrated myself thumping a bitten-off fingernail. Beside the sketch of my fingers moving swiftly to…
Oh, fuck yes: Kudos to Chris Blank and the CA‘s video team for making this. Very cool! [The embed code is giving me fits; click here if the video doesn’t load.]
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