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In which I do something I haven't done in ages
What's that? Something I like to call smoking a fat blunt and unpredictably updating this now-pretty-lifeless journal ( Read more... ) -
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I rented "Human Centipede" from the little indie video place on Dunbar, and had a lively chat with the guy who works there. He's a fellow horror/gore fiend, and seemed very enthusiastic about another customer with similarly repulsive interests. He recommended a few other movies from his personal selection, and I took his advice.
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In which the game is afoot
I just realised something incredible: an anagram for Sherlock Holmes is "heh! smells crook!"
But perhaps even better is an anagram for my own name, first and last: "hopeless kinky". If I add my middle name, I get "honeylike pig speaks".
That, my friends, is my 2011. -
In which I make a wish
If I were a dying child, I'd totally milk the all the benevolent foundations and ask to sleep with this guy:
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In which my pants are on fire
I watched the movie The Invention of Lying the other night. It was awesome. It takes place in a world more or less like this one, except everyone only speaks the truth and says exactly what's on their mind at any given time, and fiction does not exist. The implications are pretty hilarious, but it's a comedy so I'd hope so. When the protagonist ( Read more... ) -
In which the hills are alive
I love the ambiguity in the rhetorical question from The Sound of Music that asks: "how do you solve a problem like Maria?"
The way I like to see it, Maria herself is the problem. Always cutting up your curtains to make hideous, socially unacceptable clothing, and whisking you away into the Alps with lame, earworm music and a bunch of nuns. Hell, ( Read more... ) -
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"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans." - John Lennon
Well, then, John! You certainly can't have made too many other plans, can you?! -
In which I enterprise
I was over at Vaughn's after rehearsal last night, smoking weed and playing a game in which the protagonist wanders around a post-nuclear-apocalypse Las Vegas (redundant? probably), wearing a sports bra and panties, punching enormous mutant insects and beating floral monsters with a nine iron. The terror, carnage, and entomology gave me an idea ( Read more... ) -
In which I do what I must
I had a seriously fun night tonight. It's very tempting to blog about it, but since I don't have the energy to recollect and then put into words what I did, I won't say anything about it. But I did solemnly swear to post a poem every day this month. Sure, I've missed a day or two, but what are you gonna do about it, bitch?! Yeah, that's right ( Read more... )