Welp, in mere hours, it’ll be time once again for the you-know-what. I’ve said the word “zombie” so many times this week that I’m kind of tired of it and would like to not say it again for a few months. So it goes. Every year. I’m paranoid about turnout, of course. I always imagine that it will be, like, thirty people, all of whom will be immensely bored. It’ll be good. I know it…
Redesigns aren’t meant to be conceived of and executed in less than two hours, but, well, this blog is fairly low-maintenance, so, there ya go. Sayonara, T&G 2007. You served me well. I’m sure I’ll be making minor tweaks to the redesign (which isn’t so much a redesign as it is a change in color palette and banner) in the coming days. I have no idea how this looks in Internet Explorer, nor do I…
I’m not taking many photographs lately. Stepping off the Project 365 bandwagon for 2008 has really sucker-punched my motivation. Which sucks. I’m nothing if not goal-oriented. Methinks I might jump back on. Informally. But formally enough to ensure that I at least get the camera out once a day.
After work I hopped over the bridge and tried to reason my way toward the West Memphis Wal-Mart (not such a good strategy in retrospect, because, while you’d think we’d have evolved by now to be able to sense Wal-Mart, it just didn’t work that way for me). A smarter person would have printed out directions or at least looked at them before embarking on the road trip, but, chickens, I am not a smarter…
• Dried cherries from Walgreens. Dear god these things are amazing. • Jezzball. • Grow. • The new Kings of Leon album. Finally, I’ve come around to liking it after a month of feeling extremely “meh” about it. And I can pinpoint the exact moment my opinion changed: Mother’s Day, at my aunt and uncle’s cabin, just as a political discussion was getting heated and I realized I couldn’t sit there and not say anything…
I’m having the worst time falling asleep tonight. I suspect that has a lot to do with getting totally shitfaced at 3 p.m. and then passing out at 6, only to wake up and lounge around, still fairly tipsy, until bedtime. I laid down at 1:30, read a bit, then turned out the light and tossed and turned through a series of dream-limbo misfires — the kind that put you in such unpleasant scenerios so…
• Give me $100 so my rent check won’t bounce. • Better yet, buy me a house. • Get my jokes. They’re not that obscure. • Make my arms stop peeling. How many layers, exactly, did I burn? • Squash this insufferable anxious ennui that’s churning in my gut at all times. • Give me some kind of hope that I’m not wasting my twenties being even angstier and weirder and lonelier than my teens.…
(Not to be continued with BAMF blogging, which is what I do here on a regular basis.) This weekend I’ll be tickling the polystyrene buttons for The Commercial Appeal here at the official Memphis in May blog. Everyone’s favorite Brandonian will be there too, thank god, since he’s not updated his own blog since September — September! — and has left us pining for his biting insights since then. I won’t actually be at the…
Random thing No. 4,312 that drives me absolutely batshit crazy: People touching my computer screen. What is it about those flat-panel LCD screens that make people want to touch them? Is it because they go all gooey-crazy when you put pressure on them, and you can see the little ripples of color go trailing across the screen? Is it because people secretly want to see if they can bruise someone else’s screen with a quick…
I just got back from a walk to Burke’s to return the book I got for my dad’s birthday, which — as I suspected — he already owned. That little transaction will help out with the budget situation this week, but it means that I have to keep hunting for something the man doesn’t already own. Which is fricking impossible; this makes at least the third or fourth time I’ve bought him something he already…
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