February 2009
3Hive - Helicopters →
My latest post after a too-long hiatus. Band from Chicago. They’re neato.
13Ghosts - “Bury Me”
I no longer have...
“Man is never honestly the fatalist, nor even the stoic. He fights his fate,...”
– H.L. Mencken
FAIL Sticker Dot Com →
I’ll take a case.
Arthur C. Clarke’s Monolith Appears in the Forest →
I don’t understand how you get into the thing, but once in I don’t think I’d ever need to come out.
Descendants of Geronimo Sue Skull & Bones for... →
violence unsilenced →
monkeyfrog:
If you have ever known anyone who was abused, or was an abuser, please pay your respects at this website. It has just gone live this morning, and it is so important. Spread the link, grab the badge for your own site, leave a message of support…just do something. Enough have done nothing already.
Cary’s story is equal parts devastating and empowering. Reblog.
Watchnickdouglas:
Harder Better Barack Obamer
'The Collected Stories of Richard Yates' opened my...
It taught me that prose about regular people should neither be a celebration nor an indictment.
Your English Sucks →
Sam the Cooking Guy →
The Omnomicon →
“Oh, My Sweet Valentine” by Ryan...
Another sign of adulthood: “Car Talk” comes on and not only do you keep it on but you think about calling in with your own car problem.
Wife and I made a deal not to celebrate V Day. Clearly it’s a trick, yet I will not submit out of principle. I have lots of those.
“You ever wear a bathing suit when you’ve run out of clean underwear?”
– Louis C.K.
Jeez, I just tweeted myself again. Don’t worry, the nuts are in for a kicking.
Pearl Jam is on Storytellers. Because Eddie Vedder needs somebody to ask him to talk more.
Wife: Sweetie what’s wrong with you? Is everything OK? Me: Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little stressed out. Wife: I was talking about your hair.
CRAP! I play with the boy for a while and I miss 1234567890! Oh well, maybe there’s a zero hour for DOS. Oh, right, Y2K. Never mind.
My mom just called to ask for help sending the boy a Valentine’s Day e-card. There goes my weekend.
You know what I hope is in the stimulus package? Mandatory naptime.
Another Boston “gal” to follow (see how I said “gal” there? Chicks love it when you do that!) @kimproper. Read. Laugh. Star. Repeat.
Follow suggestion for the day: @andreakremer. Dry as a real martini. #followfriday
Grooveshark -- Listen to Free Music →
Perhaps a sign of adulthood is when you buy fewer t-shirts than you get for free from fun runs and Web 2.0 startups.
I should be more respectful to Thomas. Without his gift for inducing catatonia in the boy, I’d never get anything done.
Fact: There is nothing a child can do before 6 a.m. that qualifies as “adorable.”
When you’re a shy dude, Valentine’s Day can be a magical time of year when women get desperate enough to ask YOU out. So a friend tells me.
A Little Heavy
Don’t worry, I’m not trying to get all polemical. Langston Hughes just knows exactly how to piss people off for the greater good. Love him. LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN LANGSTON HUGHES Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream...
Sheezus, the estrogen level on Twitter the past few days is turned up to 11. What’s the deal? You’d think it’s.. oh SHIT!
