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Internet, you can’t say I never gave you anything
Back in 2002 or 2003 before Dane Cook was very well known ubiquitous (and widely reviled by comedy snobs non-fratboys), he was busy building an online army of fans via his website (this was pre-MySpace, even) and AIM and other internet hoozits and whatnots. I had seen his Comedy Central special and bought his first comedy CD and was a pretty big fan (I still admit that he makes me laugh with alarming regularity; suck…
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Internet, let me further impress upon you just how classy I am
Today I came to work with a Miller High Life bottle cap stuck to the outside of my purse, suspended magically magnetically thanks to the magnetic clasp on the iPod case inside my purse. Yep.
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Day 182: Ahhhhhhh
On a tip, I found a super-secret swimming hole today in which to wile* away my summer afternoons. This is good. I’ve been sleeping too much (when I haven’t been sleeping enough). It’s time to get out in the sunshine. To let the light in. So much to talk about, but nothing to say. Waves and waves of pain and disappointment have hit several of the people around me lately, and I’ve been left each…
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2009 1/2
So the year is basically half over. Huh. Today as I was driving back to Memphis from my parents’ house, I thought about all the shit that’s happened this year and what I’ve learned and blah blah false adult lessons hooey. Just now I started writing about this fucking mess of a year so far, when I realized that that’s pretty much all I’ve written about for months now. This post in particular is probably…
creativity musings why am I telling you this?
This isn’t the whole story. It never is, you know.
I’m writing right now. It’s good. It’s solid. The first thing I ever wanted to be in life was a writer, but at some point I realized how impractical that was as a profession, so I moved it from the career column to the hobby column. Muscles atrophied and confidence withered. I became crippled by my inability to end stories. So I stopped for a while. And then I started back. And then I stopped…
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Day 132: Blur
I don’t even know how to keep up anymore. And they say the ride just keeps spinning faster and faster the longer it goes. I had one of those moments tonight where I let some bit of the news get to me, stop me with a screech, hold my jaw tight in its hands until I paid attention and processed it and it made me feel sick. I read the pilots’ transcript from the Continental…
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Day 125: Battle Scar
All day long, I thought of my knee wound as “Crunchy Black,” but then some chemistry happened underneath a band-aid, so for now, it’s more accurate to refer to it as “Juicy J.” The uncensored version of this photo, for all my gore-loving friends, is after the cut. Except for my friends reading via feed readers and anyone unlucky enough to visit my Flickr stream. Sorry, dudes. It’s a harsh world out there.
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Day 124: Monsters
Lately I have been salving my existential scrapes with poems and new music, and finding that both just increase that feeling of dread that always nips at my heels and keeps my mind running running tripping in the alley running. People have asked me recently if I am happy and I find myself unable to even consider that question without hinging it on a cascade of qualifiers. My gut reaction is of course I’m happy,…
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