Sausage. Sausages!

Photo

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 23:10:17 -0400

I like how it looks like Carla (from last season’s Top...

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 08:58:12 -0400

I like how it looks like Carla (from last season’s Top Chef) is in a straightjacket in this ad. It seems….appropriate.

uhhh…yeah. cuz who wants to live in a world where, when ...

Tue, 17 Feb 2009 16:56:11 -0500

uhhh…yeah. cuz who wants to live in a world where, when you Google “monkey eating monkey bread” you get zero results? - Erik Rutherford Haugen. This is for you lesley.

You bet your sweet keister I’m back! Thumbs up for still...

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 16:56:28 -0500

You bet your sweet keister I’m back! Thumbs up for still reading!

I love this t-shirt. While writing a post about my dislike of...

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 10:17:00 -0400

I love this t-shirt. While writing a post about my dislike of the “-irt” portion of the word “shirt” (its too guttural, it might as well be onomatopoeia. Oh, what’s that you say, onomatopoeia has to describe something? Irt is the sound I make when I screw up in videogame sports. I’m a poet!), tumblr deleted my post. bah. Way to take the wind out of my sales, tumblr.

I stole this from aarongleeman.com. Thanks Mr. Gleeman!

What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What...

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 10:29:00 -0400

What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! What What! (I got this link from a commentor over at stereogum.com)

(via garfieldminusgarfield) This site needs to be consumed in...

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 10:15:20 -0400

(via garfieldminusgarfield) This site needs to be consumed in oversize servings. Like pasta, or lasagna, if you will.

The Namesake.

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 14:45:45 -0400

The Namesake.

Poetry Slam!

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 13:13:00 -0400

“The Second Coming” by W. B. Yeats.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Sausages. Sausages! is deep, son.

This pictures still pleases me immensely.

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 13:08:00 -0400

This pictures still pleases me immensely.