[Explosive ashes in an explosive urn] And lo HST’s ashes exploded from a giant phallus the size of the Statue of Liberty with Sean Penn and Johnny Depp and Bill Murray lovingly looking on, and the crowd was sad but pleased, amen.
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[Of afterbirth and urban slang]Originally, I had intended to write something about what has become my favorite search term to find this blog — “placenta crunk” — since spotting it on the site meter, but then last night I received an e-mail from the very woman who found the blog by using that phrase (there’s a reasonable explanation, I assure you) and she is exceedingly cool and was complimentary of the blog and kind enough…
[Stick and move] So the commencement address was delightfully short, McPhee’s remarks were the same as every graduation ceremony, Kristin made it across the stage within two hours of the start of the ceremony, and she’s fairly sure they’re going to mail her a real diploma in a couple of weeks. Success! Magna cum laude success, no less. That’s amazing. I thought for sure that once you worked at Sidelines, your GPA had to at…
[You will come down soon too]Funniest thing in this week’s Savannah Courier: Saddest thing in this week’s Savannah Courier: A story about Jeffrey Hatley drowning to death near Pickwick. He was swimming with friends and he got a leg cramp, went under, and didn’t come back up. I went to school with Jeffrey. We were in band together. I believe he played cymbals. He had a nickname (though I can’t remember if it was a…
[A heaping helping of duh]So apparently graduation is Sunday, not Saturday. I’m completely fucking oblivious, as usual. And I even remember reading the invitation. A couple of times. Never registered. And two months ago when I asked off for Saturday, I double-checked the date for the ceremony on MTSU’s site and noted that they had it set for the 14th. I figured it was a typo because, you know, I’m always right. Oy. +++Last night…
[There’s only art and lies]You know you’re living a priveleged, bourgeois life when the lack of inspiration ranks among your top worries. I think about art and meaning and my lackluster propensity for both so much that I get sick of hearing my own thoughts, which nag me to do better. Do more. Create and share. Make things that you’d be drawn to even if you didn’t create them yourself. Find the light. Write it…
[Somebody’s watchin’ me]Sometimes I check the ol’ hit counter to see who’s been viewing the blog and I always get a kick out of what SiteMeter tells me. For example, more than a couple of people have found their way here by Google- or Yahoo-searching info on gang initiations involving Wal-Mart. I like to think if there’s ever a resource for that kind of crap, it’s here. Another has found his/her way here by searching…
[Signing off]RIP Peter Jennings. From the wire: NEW YORK — Peter Jennings, the suave, Canadian-born broadcaster who delivered the news to Americans each night in five separate decades, died Sunday. He was 67. Jennings, who announced in April that he had lung cancer, died at his apartment, fellow anchor Charles Gibson announced on the network shortly before midnight.
[Fumbling to make contact]I’ve complained about Blue Raider Bookstore before. But this e-mail I just received cracks me up: ::::: Thank you for your recent application to the Blue Raider Bookstore. We are sorting through applications as we speak. If you are still interested please apply again on-line and come in to fill out the basic evaluation test. Thank you for your time, Amanda Gentry Web CoordinatorBRBS ::::: I applied around this time last year…
[As the crow flies]It’s been a busy week. It’s not likely to slow down, as I’ll be working my usual off day on Sunday since we’ll be shorthanded. Off Monday. Then I work four days. And then I’m off for three days and will spend some time in Murfreesboro for Kristin’s graduation. The day before yesterday, Phil’s mom, brother, niece, and cousin spent the night. Rickey was scheduled to get his cast removed at Le…
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