I have this memory of seeing my great-grandmother — or someone — put a whole bunch of raisins in a big bowl of water, and of watching as the dried fruit plumped up, and then seeing all these tiny little worms detach from the dimples and crevices in the raisins and rise to the surface — a skin of tiny little worms on top of the water in the bowl. Worms you couldn’t see just…
[for Wednesday, July 25] My vacation from the internet earlier today (Wednesday) was actually quite nice. Granted, I was practically under house arrest while I waited for the landlord to call me back, but it was still a very quiet, contemplative morning and afternoon. I fetched Stranger Music from the bookshelf and reacquainted myself with the world of blank verse. It’s a scary world, actually. But one I very much enjoy. The words, if you’re…
[for Tuesday, July 24] That’s right, it’s a hair dryer. There was almost a funny story behind this photo. Almost. Project 365
When I came home from work Tuesday night, as I was walking from my car to my back door, I glanced up at my window and saw the lamp that I normally leave on was, in fact, not on. I shook my head and cursed the cats; I knew they had knocked it over and possibly broken it. Sure enough, when I entered the apartment, the first thing I saw was the overturned end table…
[for Monday, Sept. 23] I met up with Brandon to see Eagle Vs. Shark, which ended up being sillier and funnier than I had imagined it would be. I’d read a lot of reviews accusing it of ripping of the whole Napoleon Dynamite slow-losers-who-say-stupid-things aesthetic, but I didn’t see too much in the film that resembled ND. I just saw some deliciously ridiculous absurdist dialogue and some scrumptiously pillowy Jemaine Clement lips. I dunno. It’s…
Or, as Amanda might say, I want to take this show out behind the middle school and get it pregnant.
It was just $5 and IT GLOWS IN THE DARK. (And that’s a real scorpion in there.)
Just when you thought Caddy Chicks were setting the bar for scantily clad ridiculousness, Tiger Time Lawn Care ups the ante with its hawt bikini-wearing lawn-mowers. Bristle at the pornification of the mundane realm of yardwork! Chuckle at the utter idiocy of people who might pay extra for hot youngstuff to step foot on their property! Enjoy the hilarious condescension in this video! Here’s an idea, reporter dude: If it’s so fucking laughable that you…
The first time I ever heard this song*, it stressed me out. It was just so loosely bound together that I wasn’t sure if it was going to hold tight until the end. It’s the opposite of tight and predictable; actually its irregularity becomes so predictable by the end that it’s predictable. Anyway, I’ve had the kind of uncertain, low week that would be perfectly set in montage form to this song. I hate that…
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