Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
it's true — I'm crazy
The accidental Tebow
I remember a span of, like, a decade where I didn’t fall down. I guess that was my 20s. Even when I was drunk, which was a significant portion of that decade, I don’t think I fell down. Or maybe I don’t remember falling down, but in my book, that is just as good as not falling down*. Seems like I hit thirty and suddenly I can’t stay off the ground. I am constantly getting…
musings
Filing
This life springs people and circumstances into your orbit you must evaluate and categorize carefully should they prove useful or harmful or worth more time than you initially thought. Or less. It is the waiting to find out which shelf to put you on that I have little patience for. My brain fancies itself a label-maker, one of those crude punch-letter contraptions, and it is constantly wanting to slap an explanatory strip on everything, and…
the internet is fun
It seems like cosmic ribbing…
… that there are several other Lindsey Turners in the world, and one of them is a vastly superior designer while another is a vastly superior photographer. Seriously, Universe. You are mean.
music
‘Where’s the black and blue?’
In the middle of a serious Sleater-Kinney thing right now. I am forever a decade late on appreciating music, usually long after the act has split up. This does not bode well for my ability to attend concerts that are not half-assed reunions.
blogging musings why am I telling you this? work
Existential crisis, party of whee
My mind is this great humming butter churn of a thing, moving unformed chunks of ideas around slowly and with great struggle. I have nothing to write about. It is driving me fucking bonkers. I have been sitting here staring at this screen, trying to make it happen, trying to remember something, anything, worth sharing and I have nothing. Everything is extremely mundane. I can’t just write about my kid all the time, cool as…
the family
Cheers, oldest nephew
You survived high school, which is a big deal! Get ready for your 20s. They are going to be ca-raaazy.
friends work
This post is not about work!*
We hit a wormhole back there or something. I don’t know. How did it get to be the freaking sixth month of the year already? YOU GUYS, CHRISTMAS IS ALMOST HERE, Target’s marketing department shout-whispered directly into your ear. I think about blogging constantly and then I get on the computer and my work email pops up and before I know it, it’s four hours later and I’ve answered fifty emails and laid out three…
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