Postcrural Anemotaxis

More Similar Than One Might Originally Assume

tr5e80026b — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 01:06:20 +0000

I picked up a couple albums at the store today: Weezer by Weezer, and Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell by Social Distortion. One was good, one was not so good. Allmusic rates them both 4.5 out of 5 stars. I usually find their rating fairly consistent with my personal tastes, but this time they missed the mark. SxDx’s 1992 album is far superior to Weezer’s latest. The red album isn’t terrible, I quite like a few tracks, but the balance leaves me cold. Even Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell‘s lowlights were good fun.

The X-Convention

tr5e80026b — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 07:55:40 +0000

Not nearly as exciting as it may sound.

I feel so funny. I think I’m going crazy. Maybe I’m already crazy.

tr5e80026b — Fri, 30 May 2008 05:51:58 +0000

083840301056

tr5e80026b — Wed, 21 May 2008 08:19:15 +0000

Three dollars, two aspirins, and one bad-ass hangover.

The Secrets of the Past or: The Holy Trinity

tr5e80026b — Tue, 20 May 2008 07:00:37 +0000

The Monkees

Joy Division

N.W.A.

Müllerian complexes with Jungian overtones, perhaps?

The Flashing Hand Means “Hurry the Fuck Up”

tr5e80026b — Sat, 10 May 2008 02:45:45 +0000

It does not mean “Stop in the middle of the crosswalk with your seven dogs on 15-foot leashes and continue your conversation with your friend until after the light changes.” And don’t get smart with me when I tell you to get out of the intersection. If I carried around a knife I would have waved it menacingly towards you.

First Tuesdays Free

tr5e80026b — Wed, 07 May 2008 07:01:10 +0000

Take a look, nobody’s there. Get ready, are you really going to do this? Too late, somebody’s coming. The timing must be perfect. How long, three seconds? No, more like five. Good, they’re gone. Wait, wait, here we go. Will they bite? I can’t wait to find out, now or never. Face the mirror, look at the camera, raise the hand, extend the digitum medium, walk away. Alright, look over the shoulder, yes, they’ve stopped and are watching. Two, one, got ‘em. Get away. Run, no!, don’t run. Act normal. It’s all just part of the exhibit, folks.

Death

tr5e80026b — Tue, 06 May 2008 06:32:14 +0000

The final frontier. I’ve always been curious as to what really happens to our consciousness when we die. Unfortunately, due to its nature, this is an unanswerable question. It is one that will haunt me into eternity.

On a somewhat unrelated note, while doing research for this post, I came across this map. With a few notable exceptions (Russia, China, Kazakhstan, Sri Lanka, Cuba, as well as all the null data areas), more developed countries tend to have a higher reported suicide rate. Are people in richer countries more depressed or are they just more open with admitting that someone committed suicide?

I watched C-beams glitter in the dark

tr5e80026b — Fri, 02 May 2008 00:12:10 +0000

Delusions of Grandeur

tr5e80026b — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 04:50:44 +0000

Without them I am nothing.