December 2008
“An artist may have burdens the ordinary citizen doesn’t know, but the ordinary...”
– Patti Smith (via thelovelymisslisa) (via kanamit)
bebelestrange:
I’ve always been a good speller but question myself on the spelling of a certain word. I found this on the internet and it really clears things up:
Gray is a color. Grey is a *colour*.
:O
This is a constant dilemma for me. I think I may be switching back and forth without realising it. They taught me British English in school. We used an Oxford dictionary to emphasise that....
“He thinks nothing empirical is knowable - I asked him to admit that there was...”
– Russell about Wittgenstein.
(I got a novel for christmas that starts with this quote. I’m intrigued.)
HILAR!
amandalynferri:
My uncle jim is a deacon and a professor of chemistry. I learned over breakfast his email address is ANALCHEMDUDE, short for analyic chemistry dude. Probably not the chillest email address to have when working in the catholic church.
As much as catholics freak me out sometimes, they do have a good sense of humour.
postpunk:
Plastic Bertrand - Ça Plane Pour Moi
...
Of Human Mail
joeblog:
While on the topic of stowaways, let’s delve a little further into the little explored, oft ignored topic of human mail. I always took the idea for granted - people sending themselves off in the guise of a package - but it’s as real as the the hair on your head or the cat in my house.
Henry “Box” Brown, pictured above, was a slave who mailed himself in a dry goods box from Virginia...
Christmas.
I’m not a very big fan. I don’t like the decorations or the Christmas fairs. I’m not religious. And I hate shopping. I don’t like it in general, but before Christmas it’s especially horrible. Last Saturday it took me fifteen minutes to enter a bookstore because it was so crowded. However, once the presents are bought the stores closed, I have a feeling of relief....
jaimeleighfairbrother:
6od:
...
HERB: Okay, so you had a dream about this place. Tell me.
DAN: Well ... it's the second one I've had, but they were both the same......they start
out that I'm in here but it's not day or night. It's kinda half night, but it looks just like this except for the light, but I'm scared like I can't tell you. Of all people you're standing right over there by that counter. You're in both dreams and you're scared. I get even more frightened when I see how afraid you are and then I realize what it is - there's a man...in back of this place. He's the one ... he's the one that's doing it. I can see him through the wall.
Hooray for boobies!
shetoldmesomemore:
jaimeleighfairbrother:
muppetpants:
(via fatmanatee)
My name is MuppetPants and I endorse this message.
Boobies are the best policy. What makes you boobies makes you better. When in doubt: boobies. Boobies are the way and the light.
amen to that!
you fucking googled me?!? you freak
jaimeleighfairbrother:
So, a few years ago (when jpod was released) I went to a Douglas Coupland reading and he talked a bit about Google. Basically he said (albeit worded much better) it is all cute and fun to google people now, but give it a few years and it will be an act of evil. As in, “Yeah, well I’m going to google you.” I didn’t get it at the time, or at least, I didn’t totally get...
liana:
Blue Diamonds, The Long Winters
This...
homeofthevain:
Cat Power, The Greatest (The...
Telegram Girl: [dancing wildly, while singing in an absurdly high soprano] A-a-a-a-a-a-A-a-a-a-a-a-a-A-a-a-a-a-a-a-A-A! Mrs Ida Lowry requests the pleasure of your COMPANYYYY! At her APARTMENT TONIIIIGHTT! For eight thirtee-EE-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-EE, to MIDNIGHTTT! To celebrate the completion of her recent cosmetic SURGERYYY! E-e-e-e-e-e-E-e-e-e-e-e-E! wwwWWAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!
[very long pause, Sam glances around nervously]
Sam Lowry: ummm... Thanks.
Telegram Girl: It's reply paid.
Sam Lowry: Is it?
[telegram girl nods]
Sam Lowry: oh... um... two, three,
[singing]
Sam Lowry: Mother, I sorry that I am unable to come to your parrrttty...
Telegram Girl: You DON'T have to sing it!
Sam Lowry: I don't?
Bill Lee: What do you mean, "it's a literary high"?
Joan Lee: It's a Kafka high. You feel like a bug.
