nobody here but us chickens
~jim butcher, proven guilty
when i saw this i actually got patti smith’s version of don’t smoke in bed stuck in my head.
8th grade, the beasties LOUD, being young and earnest and the only one in your group with a mad (secret) crush on MCA when all the other girls loved Ad-Rock, (probably cos MCA always looked like the old dude, and ya’ll know i’m kinky for the old dudes). it’s a sad day for all of us. you will be missed, Adam. i’d like it a whole lot if people i hold in some regard would stop dying now, thanks.
big, busy day tomorrow, part of which involves recreating a photograph i originally shot 13 or so years ago. i have high hopes. if it works, i’ll share it with you. it’s always been one of my favorite images.
Back at work. le sigh.
Stupid network.
I love the Last of the Mohicans soundtrack.
Not exactly the welcome back I was looking for. Today is going to be interesting.
Well. That’s just a whole lot of crazy right there.
Wait. Which part is important?
I don’t even know where to start.
We need music.
So yeah, this might be a really short post today.
Adding links to PDFs is a little bit of a PITA.
Yeah, ok. I’ll post this tomorrow instead.
Norah’s new album is reeeeeeeeeeeeally good.
Why am I so hungry?
Honestly. I don’t know why the NSA would even want to spy on my online activities. Generally only blog stalkers who actively hate me do that.
I don’t play poker.
Holy martial arts, Batman!
“I don’t need any more enemies.”
No. eyebrows.
So
I could throttle the dj who played W that Miley song. She won’t stop singing it.
“It’s the friends who secretly and somewhat evilly shoot video of you singing your heart out to Journey but then don’t post it on the internet that matter.”
If you didn’t get that the Instagram status was a joke then I have no hope for you.
I wish I could do Instagram. I don’t even know why any more.
eggs. eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs
Wash and go.
Aaaaaand look at that. Make a crack about Whoopi Goldberg’s eyebrows and someone gets offended. You can’t say shit in this world today. Ridiculous.
You might have touched your gentles.
I am turning on my high power sting ray eyes. Girl.
wagon wheel – old crow medicine show
midnight train to georgia – gladys knight and the pips
where the streets have no name – u2
don’t go back to rockville – rem
downtown train – tom waits
king of the road – roger miller
postcard – buffalo tom
slow ride – foghat
trying to get to you – chris isaak
runnin with the devil – van halen
lake charles – lucinda williams
old shoes (and picture postcards) – tom waits
one for my baby (and one more for the road) – johnny mercer
highway to hell – ac/dc
holiday road – lindsay buckingham
one headlight – wallflowers
swim until you can’t see land – frightened rabbit
see america – grant lee phillips
It’s Wednesday again already? How did that happen?
I can’t find my pen.
Read Outlander again? Yes, please!
Oh dear.
Coordinate the building. If I can get it to stand still …
What’s American Spoon? My new battle cry? American! Spoooooooon!
Yeah, probably not.
If you missed this, you NEED, (yes, really, need) to listen. Stunning.
diatomaceous earth
3 day low grade headache right in the front of my forehead and nothing is working. *sob*
Surprise meeting!
This is what kills me about government. The government only exists because we give it power. At what point do we remove that power? At what point are we able to eliminate programs that have proven time and again to be a massive waste of our money? Like the TSA, for example. I fully accept the fact that a government is necessary for the maintenance of (MINIMAL) infrastructure, protection of our borders, police, etc. and the collection of (SOME) taxes in order to pay for those things. This government, though. What we have right now. It’s so massively out of control, so obscenely bloated and ineffectual … I don’t know. It should terrify you. It terrifies me. TSA. What a joke.
I dreamed the Mister and I were taking some shooting class and I had forgotten to replace the personal protection rounds in one of my magazines with practice rounds and he got all annoyed with me.
Don’t bring your knitting to gun class.
There is way too much mustard on my pita.
What is the fashion term for “I’m tired of my clothes?”
tea and cakes. cakes and teas.
I’m always trying to type commerical instead of commercial.
What a nutty day.
Oh this is a lovely cuppa tea for sure. Wish I could join in the tea party!
I wonder if I could get him here.
Oooh rainy afternoon. I’m in such a good mood.
If I could get him to follow me on Twitter again, I could ask him. Hmm …
genuine calrod
Extenuating circumstances!
click click click
Oh, the tea party looks fantastic! Such a good job!
I’m so very ready for dinner.
Hi YA!
glooooooooooom
math math math math math
Because I’m insane, that’s why. Because I’m just never going to graduate.
Your project is due when??
I should probably find a thing to put the stuff in.
What will happen to the zombies while I’m gone?
I have places to go! People to see!
I just remembered an old NOFX song … perhaps you shouldn’t listen with the children.
I can’t believe I found that on Youtube. I really didn’t expect to.
We’ll be together again, don’t you worry.
last fall Miss W gathered some acorns. she wanted to grow some oak trees. so we wrapped them in damp paper towel, put them in a Ziploc bag, and hid them under the back porch all winter. this week, we pulled them out.
they’ll stay in the pot in the house until the middle to end of may, then we’ll move them outside. they should start sprouting some greenery in a few weeks (hopefully). in the fall, we’ll plant them in the ground.
it’s been so long since you went away
Well there was no need to hiss.
Epic staff meeting day.
Sorry, I was feeling a little more Postcard from a Hooker and a little less Be True to Your School.
Ack! Florescents.
It was my birthday. I’m still open to cake.
It’s a love story, you see.
I did not bring donuts. Someone should have brought donuts. But not me.
This weather is not kind to my hair. So hard not to chop it all off.
She said, “I hope you’re still writing.” I don’t think this nonsense counts.
I don’t think anyone is going to notice what I put on my calendar. Which is a shame. Because it’s hi-larious.
Well. It’s all in the delivery.
I watched the Tupac hologram (volume way low) and it creeped me the hell out. Much like Michael Fassbender’s hair in Prometheus. Robots are not to be trusted.
I have recommended the work of Neil Gaiman, my personal god, to three different people this week. I’m linking because if you don’t know who he is by now, you need help. Serious, serious help.
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I want to be on that WhoSay site. Mostly because in my own mind I’m entirely famous. You know you want to know me. (it’s ok to laugh. i couldn’t even type it with a straight face.)
I think people freak out about dog eating because we keep dogs as pets. It’s the same as horse meat. Certain animals have somehow achieved a “sacred cow” status. Sure, it’s gross that POTUS ate dog, but, seriously? So fucking what? At any rate, eating a dog is probably morally more questionable than strapping a dog to your roof. There will never be commensurate outrage, but there sure is humor.
I don’t look that good in vests …
Oh man, I had to go back and catch up on Suri’s Burn Book and it’s awesome.
What a ridiculous thing to say.
Is it time for lunch yet?
Where the hell is everyone?
Argh. I’m so frustrated with my hair. I had a good month of awesome hair days and now I’m paying for it.
The Earth’s 400th birthday?? What???
Um. Again. What???
Ha hahahahahah ah ha
I don’t think I know you, dude.
Indecorous.
fairy princess, don’t break your wings
I like this shirt.
people say
Oh dear Lord, yes. Taco night.
Hell’s bells. I am so hungry.
Hi-YA!
heya
It reverberates in my skull, like a poorly aimed bullet, glancing off the curves and killing me incrementally.
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