The Watchmen sucks big time.

I've come to realize that among the mysterious things my neighbor has been leaving in the hallway are bags filled with the putrid garbage she's too busy to take downstairs to the dumpster. What consideration!

I think I'm starting to get the unemployed, studio apartment blues. I'm just glad I'm taking classes this summer or I'd have no obligations to keep my sanity in check. That's when the tabloid magazine subscriptions start rolling in. That's when I start acting like Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window. By the way, the lady across the hall always has bags of ( Read more... )

I'm at my parents' house ten minutes and my mom is trying to set me up: "he's 32, he's not married, he recycles and he had on this really cool shirt. I'm going to introduce you ( Read more... )

Are any of you familiar with Tom Stoppard? I read Arcadia this morning. I had forgotten he wrote the screenplay for Brazil. I was telling a woman at work the other day how much my job at the Business Affairs Office reminds me of Brazil. There's no institution more bureaucratic than a public university. You just can't see the ducts.

The best of the most pretentious literature majors are in my Aesthetes and Socialists class. They sit up straight and contemplate their fingernails.

Young people,

Donate blood at least once a year if you're able to. I'm bringing this up because it's always a little depressing for me to be at a blood drive when I'm one of the only five people there who aren't pensioners. Not just pensioners, shufflers. Stiff-walkers. People for whom great effort is required just to move. It shouldn't be that ( Read more... )

The story of the hummingbird in this interview reminds me of "A Spoonful Weighs a Ton" by The Flaming Lips.