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Archives, 1.9.2011
People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, people who live in meat houses shouldn’t throw cleavers and people who live in hair houses shouldn’t throw matches. I just live in a regula...
Keeping up, sort of
An entry or two back I wrote about an incident in high school where this guy fell through a plate glass window tilting a pinball machine. I tried fitting other shit in there and failed to mention...
I live in an attic, still, and I, my metabolism and I, tend to run hot, but shit, if you count the windchill, it’s been in single digits. Single digit. Single digit below zero degrees farenheit. ...
Archive 1.6.2012
Slept in until the crack of six forty something. Yes, a song from seventy five years ago was paraphrasing in my head “Hell Hounds in my Bed, Hell Hounds in my bed”. Robert Johnson y’all, sold his...
New keyboard, old scars
I’ve never actually said New Years Resolution Schmew Schmears Schmesolution, but I may have said Resolution my hairy hebe ass, give or take a hebe. The short version being my blood is jewish enou...
From June of 2005 when we were younger and Herschel was alive
I played with my daughter and grandwhelp yesterday, he’s such a funny little thing. We decided to meet at movie madness because it’s so dang close to her new pad and then we were going to go wand...
Yikes
Facebook has me linking memories to dead OD. I almost pasted it there, where, you know, there would be some thumbs — I actually read through and think Facebook is too genteel for this; January 1s...
The coming year; the last year
It’s a gray New Year’s Eve day here in the middle of the mitten. I used to write shit about the previous year or the coming year; shooting for profound often missing the target altogether. In rel...
Feel a little weird about tossing videos at the bottom instead of quotes at the beginning. Gotten used to my trademarks, the song quote, disembodied, out of context, seemingly unrelated (though, ...
Wreck of the day
I’ve seen a fair number of movies this year, a handful of them were even good. That song up there wasn’t in any of them. Funny how that happens. That one year every movie had Jeff Buckley’s vers...
Fruit
Fruit of the poisoned tree. That’s one of the cooler phrases us regular folks don’t get to bandy around much. It’d be a cool name for a band or nickname for the ex-in-laws. Shit. This keyboard ...
Swakhammer
Facebook does, or has been doing, this share your memories thing where they take something you posted on the same date and show it to you and ask if you wanna repost. Most of you net-wise sophist...
That's what I thought
I don’t know, it sounded better in my head. Don’t cell phones make movies out of internal thoughts? Or was that a typo for eternal? I don’t know, auto correct could change the language, any langu...
Soup
A couple few months back, give or take a couple or a few, I was reading this article about local elections. It said, in summery, or it said to me, in summery, lo these couple few months later, th...
More or less of the same or something else
My dreams have returned, sort of. I’m not going describe them, it’s just odd to have them again with some regularity; it’s been years. One piece of my sleeping medication is part of the cocktail ...
Rosin up the bow
There’s no sound in the world quite as lonesome as a fiddle, except for maybe a violin, but it’s lonesome in a different. Not the howl of a lone wolf on the last night of a hunters moon, not a cr...
Getting Along
I feel pretty confident in saying the recent election didn’t go the way I wanted, at least for the office of president. I’m pretty confident too that the sense of polarization, division, derision...
High Rise
“Sometimes he felt like he was living in a future that had already happened” … The High-Rise I hadn’t heard of it either but I was going through bins or racks of recent releases in some post-apoc...
Struttin' and Frettin'
The days stack up ahead like slow stale pancakes Until the diner is shut and no more refills; And the days before, fools pay their tab, leave a tip Hit the door and die. Life’s a carney, you buy ...
“ It is the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light … (and some other dichotomies I’ve forgotten as they were spoken)” — Heroes. Said in one of those dark clipped...
Holidays
For most people, I’m talking people my age in my hemisphere, Christmas lost it’s luster before puberty set in, hell, before double digits it lost it’s magic, but you were still happy about plasti...
Things I've seen
I’ve been under the weather; full disclosure? For a few weeks now, but it’s not all the time. I know under the weather covers a multitude of slimy things from Ailin’, doing poorly to a hitch in t...
Something to offend everyone, archives from 2011
Whereas I’ve never been the sanest person I know, part by design, part by fucking providence, I have had a firmer grasp on accepted standards and practices of this model of homo sapiens than a nu...
Just Sayin'
I was thinking … No, you shut up. Wouldn’t it be cool if all the time and energy and world wide voodoo that goes into tracking my internet habits and generating ads and spam went into cracking me...
D'ye ken Dan Brown with his hounds and his horns in the morning
You know how sometimes you are too busy to be sick? Like you know something is wrong you just don’t have the time or patience to deal with it or with a doctor, waiting room, appointments, and he’...
Book Description
Thought I’d change the title. Some of my best friends are white girls. 95 percent of my friends are in cars going fast.
But perhaps For White Girls In Cars Going Fast was offensive. White girls can call each white girls, but I think we’re supposed to refer to them as pigment challenged Americans, which must confuse the hell out of the Brits, Aussies, and other such nationals on this site, e,g, “My pigmentation is fine and I’m a Not American American.”
