January 2009
46 posts
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There’s no...
– W.C. Fields
What’s madness but nobility of soul / At odds with circumstance? The day’s on...
– “In a Dark Time” by Theodore Roethke
via the Poetry Foundation
Portal: The Flash Version →
Don’t forget garnishes, such as:
fish shaped crackers
fish shaped...
– Strange Recipe found in Valve’s Portal
Frontline - Growing Up Online
If you have 56 minutes and 49 seconds and are amused by Serious Announcer Voices talking about the internet and teenagers, you should watch this. The deep deep seriousness of the adults in this BLOWS MY MIND. They are like children in their rudimentary understanding of emailing.
dude, what is it with the hair?
wordvomit:
how is it that every time some politician comes up on the scene, suddenly everyone is talking about his or her hair? when blagojevich got arrested, everyone was talking about his hair. i don’t even remember what they were saying about it, just that they were talking about it, as if that was why he had been arrested, for HAIR CRIMES, not trying to sell off a senate seat. even the...
Neil Gaiman wins the Newbery! →
wordvomit:
oul:
The kind of thing that gladdens the soul.
Absolutely! I heard an interview with him on NPR today, and he was completely awesome.
keyboardr →
Whoa diggity, this is awesome!
Don’t ask me what it is, just try it.
Letters From Flight 552
Dear family in the row behind me,
I don’t care if your child is speaking English, Chinese, or Klingon, you still need to keep her volume at about half of what it is now. She’s drowning out A jet engine and the blaring captain’s announcements out of the speaker 10 inches from my ear.
And if you kick the back of my seat one more time, I’m going to recline it back onto...
Letters From Flight 552
Dear Flight Attendant,
If you could try not to run into me EVERY time you walk past me, that would be just peachy.
Love,
M
Sky Harbor
The people announcing things in theis airport need to get their act together and stop talking all at once.
It’s confusing.
No one can tell what either announcement says.
Podics: I do not get them.
Don’t erase. Cross out rapidly and violently, never with slow...
– Richard Hugo - The Triggering Town
A good friend doesn’t mind that you keep chorus girls in a silo.
– Richard Hugo - The Triggering Town
Media Matters - The media myth about the cost of... →
If you count the cost of the Obama inauguration the same way the tab was computed for Bush’s last one, it comes out to $45 million (to Bush’s $42 million, not much of an increase, considering that Obama’s was a MUCH larger event), not $160 million as it has been reported.
Talk about unfair.
Is George W. Bush Still President? →
This one just never gets old.
Is Obama President? →
Hellllllllz YES.
Hello, Passiveaggressivetown, meet [redacted], your new mayor.
– Mary (via wordvomit)
As I get older…no, as I become more like my parents…
– Me
Jesus says to spread the good news
Dude, that is not very nice.
wordvomit:
I just got another follower! But he seems boring. Sorry, new follower. It seems wrong to say it in a post that everyone else will read, but it needed to be said, and this is the only way I have of contacting you.
The good news is, you can be more interesting! Go! Go go go!
This may seem hypocritical, but perhaps hypocrisy is not so bad so long as...
wordvomit:
i kind of want a typewriter. i’ve only used one once, and it was kind of fun. it would also feel all old-timey writerly (and shit).
ME TOO. My mom had one when I was little and I used to play with it ALL the time. It was super awesome. I wonder if that thing’s still around somewhere….
The best part was that it was super super loud, so everything you typed sounded really...
gotta love a good photoshop hackjob
wordvomit:
As I get older, I like action movies less and less. What’s the point?
Shit blows up! Who needs a reason?
Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love. Gone savage...
– Soul Coughing - “Screenwriters’ Blues”
Two things
I am convinced/hallucinating that something in my room or within my hearing is vibrating or humming in a regular pattern of notes. It’s like nefarious elves blowing over beer bottles. Doooo doooo duuuuh duuuuuh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaakillmenow.
One of my compatriots is writing (I kid you not) an epic poem about Los Angeles. Cool, no? This makes me want to sing soul coughing and hiss about...
Yet Another Pointless Awakening Post (YAPAP)
iPhone: mithtress?
Me: mmmphyes?
iPhone: are you awake?
Me: sadly, yes.
iPhone: oh joy and delight! verrily, I haff been waiting, mithtress.
Me: stop calling me that. why do you sound like an Igor?
iPhone: you leeeeft me all alone with thith terry pratchett novel.
Me: ah. and why am I awake again?
iPhone: the cruel vagarieth of fate?
Me: riiight.
In The Know: Should The Government Stop Dumping Money Into A Giant Hole? | The Onion - America’s Finest News Source
3:10 am
Ack. Have inexplicably awoken. Curse my convoluted circadian “rhythms.”
Also, your sudden and inevitable betrayal.
This is a fine land. And we will call it “this land”. How ‘bout we call it “your grave”?
MUAHAHAHA
How to Hallucinate Using a Radio and Ping Pong... →
YTMND - Breakup Letter, Dramatic reading →
Oh man, remember these?
How many ______ students does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Vanderbilt: Two—one to call the electrician and one to call daddy to pay the bill Princeton: Two—one to mix the martinis and one to call the electrician Brown: Eleven—one to change the light bulb and ten to share the experience Dartmouth: None—Hanover doesn’t have electricity Cornell: Two—One to...
First day of class inventory:
Famous Poets Met: 1
Puns About Sex Explained: 5
Stylish Argentinians Sighted: 3
Sandwiches Eaten: 1
Strange Stories Endured: 1
“My Husband and His Tools” - Maryellen Hooper
Tune in next week for Part Two of Cheney’s interview with Bob Schieffer,...
– Shakesville: Dark Lord Logic
Back in the land of milk, honey, and freely flowing internet.
It was pretty dramatic. Gravity’s not really my friend right now and 8Gs was...
– Peggy Whitson, First Woman to Command the International Space Station
me: dangerous locale
walt: very dangerous, with such a fickle whatever it is that dictates whether or not my computer is on
me: mmyes, the doohicky whatsahingle
walt: the very same
walt: i knew there was a technical name
Why is it that I’m really tired at 10pm, and WIDE AWAKE at 1:30am? How is that even remotely fair?
Happy 2009, the year in which I may start blogging things again.
Or not.
You never know.