May 2008
24 posts
And Now for the Most Horrifying Headline in...
Monkeys Control a Robot Arm With Their Thoughts
(thanks, Stefan)
dzandone: Just saw a jogger with twine tied tight... →
dzandone: Ted Leo always sounds like he could do a... →
dzandone: John Waters just called Elvis an alien... →
Dinner
Whitney: we will make foie gras corn dogs
Me: yum!
Whitney: which would be like a fried twinkie, not a corn dog
Me: on second thought, foie gras corn dogs sound kind of nauseating
Me: like a water weenie with more texture
Whitney: exactly! Sludge wrapped in batter then fried
Me: sick, sick, sick
Spring Break 1996
When Bush’s acoustic version of Glycerin popped up on my iPod in the wee hours of my morning commute I was suddenly flooded with the memory of Gavin Rossdale alone on stage in the pouring rain at MTV’s Spring Break 1996. Not that I attended that particular concert, mind you. I was, at the ripe age of twelve, sneaking glimpses of the show on a television set much older than me. Once my...
Dark Jedi's Gonna Rock Your Body
Ian: I dreamed I fought Justin Timberlake in a lightsaber battle. He was a dark Jedi.
Me: Did you tell him you were "bringing sexy back"?
Ian: No. I lopped his head off.
Me: Did you tell him to "cry you a river"?
Ian: No. I used the force.
Me: My humor is lost on you.
You Darn Kids and Your [Myspace, Facebook,...
The old standby, “what has become of the world today?” in reference to a lack of moral chutzpah has always made me uneasy.
I do not believe that the world has gotten especially worse for wear as of late, just a bit more complicated. You see, before the Internet and all of these crazy new-fangled communication systems, our deepest and darkest desires were pretty much bundled up in our...
dzandone: Thought the strapping teen on the bus... →
Things to Do Before I Go
After reading Maggie’s list of must-do’s before buying the proverbial farm, I decided to make my own. I’ve already crossed a few off, much to my surprise. Here is a tiny handful of the items I’m planning on accomplishing this summer:
Archive family artifacts and photos while aiding my grandfather in writing our historical narrative
Host a picnic dinner at sunset with...
North by Northwest
It has officially taken me a week to get over my birthday hangover. Not the one that was incurred as a result of my drinking, of course. Just the hustle and bustle of the earth making one more rotation around the sun during a year in which my main priorities were sleeping and memorizing the Internet. At the sage age of 24 I can now come to terms with the fact that my energy levels are directly...
