Ahoy! I have a Foursquare Special Edition, consisting of five love poems for a drunken sailor, and it's now available from Outside Voices. Slap a bowhitch line over one, and tow it alongsides, won't you?
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Today was a simply wretched day. Both J.Kwo and I were fed up with the entire universe, felt ill, and gave short shrift to anyone who dared speak with us. After putting in our dutiful 9-10 billables apiece, we hightailed it out and indulged in some retail therapy. Specifically, we bought me a 1950s garden party costume. We're going to do a whole photo shoot of me offering a blueberry pie in one hand while simultaneously threatening the viewer with a bloody carving knife in the other.
In the meantime, here I am, looking moodily historical...
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For the hoi polloi, I am working on another mix cd called "The Decline of Civilization" that will musically encapsulate my feelings about Indian summer, October, frat boys, and interpersonal relationships.
The picture of the evening is of a windmill. Grind, windmill, grind!
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It's 6:30 am and I must go to work soon. There will be many things to do there and I will not like any of them but they will feed me lunch.
In the meantime, just to keep things from getting too depressing, here is a pretty flower.
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Working slowly on editing Applies to Oranges. Work has heated up. I went running this morning and couldn't believe I was doing it. Like ew ew ew it is 1000 degrees. Ew ew ew it is so humid it's like running through gumbo and ow ow ow there's mosquitoes biting me.
All I really want to do is work on mix tapes. And so I do. Currently, I'm listening to an entire CD of music from Bugs Bunny cartoons. Who knew there were so many ways to score "Merry Go Round Broke Down"?
Bonus: The CD contains a track called "Anxiety Montage."
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Let this welcoming wooden pineapple remind you, today, of the essentially hospitable nature of our current incarnation of the universe: (sub)urban, coffee-containing, crafty.
As you consider, remember that it is summer, and repeat this pineapple mantra:
I am relaxed because of pineapple, I am tan because of pineapple, I am pineapple because of pineapple.
And though the day may hold random forms of unpleasantness -- annoying projects, overdue chores, Fox news -- yet it also contains pineapple. So be at peace.
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Gold-farmers beat ad ban by spelling URL in dead gnomes.
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In the meantime, I'm working on mix CDs and moisturizing. Moisture is very very important. I'm fighting feelings of uselessness. Rast ich, so rost ich. We can sleep when we're dead. Or...when we're asleep. Duhhhh.
Here's a zombie food pyramid. In case you don't want to sleep when you're dead. That would be so like me. Dead, shmed, I have stuff to do! Like, eating all your brains. Your sweet and tasty brains.
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Ye gods. Yet more tinysides are available over at Big Game Books.
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In other, less nauseating news, new tinysides should drop tonight. On your marks...
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This photo is seven kinds of awesome. That I think that makes me a bad person, but that's okay, because all of you are bad people too. We are all awful. I am singing along with Joe Strummer. I have been told many times that I cannot sing but I will never understand it. I don't understand what I'm doing wrong. I just don't. So, if you ever get the urge to tell me I can't sing, shut the fuck up.
You've been warned.
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What is a Scranton Steamer?
Wild guesses can be found here and here.
All I know is it involves a pound of "fresh" scrapple, a vintage Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas compilation, and a blood-caked screwdriver. Also, it is exquisite.
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My computer is now fixed -- I finally rooted out all the nasties hiding on it, restored some system files that were inadvertently deleted during the initial devirusing phase, and now I have Nortoned the hell out of the machine. It is nice to log on to the internet without 70,000 popups and downloads and crazy porn audio files opening themselves up on the screen.
The porn files were pretty funny, though. They all involved tutoring situations. Like, "you know how to spell, don't you, Steve?" I had no idea there was such a market for sexy-help-with-your-homework scenarios.
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