not falling down

I don’t get how watching somebody eat a banana is supposed to be hot.

I spent most of the past week and almost all of the last 24 hours writing code for my Master’s degree project, because I’m a terrible person. And then today I came in to work on zero sleep for the first time. This should be different.

On the bus here, I had a dozing dream about falling out onto a huge slick plain of PHP and whitespace. I knew it was stuff I’d written, but I couldn’t figure out where in the whole scheme it fit. I was lost! It could be miles to the nearest comment! It was pretty scary.

I have (wisely, I think) decided not to write an anacrusis about this.

Been a while since I pulled one of these. With a little luck, this is my last school all-nighter ever.

I recently discovered Scott Thigpen’s Flickr stream, thanks to Grumpy Tim Coe pointing out his “Sad People in Disney World” set. I have thought Scott Thigpen and the things he draws were awesome since about 2000, so it’s neat to see the stuff he photographs.

Anyway, I thought Jon and Amanda would want to know that he recently captured the exotic Cheshire Pug.

Ha ha ha ha ha! Yaaaay!

“By the energy of the alcohol

the virgin Mary was made man.”

The Nicene Creed, babeljacked. Man, I don’t know whether it’s funny or a million stories waiting to happen. Or maybe just a stupid Dan Brown book.

Also, “babel-” totally needs to be a prefix in the Futurologian Congress. PS Dear Leonard: can the Eater of Meaning maybe do this someday?

SHIT ZOMBIES

“There is nothing outside the text message.”

Lucinda Williams songs slap you and bite you and punch you in the gut and kick your face and then when you come to afterwards they’re like “WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DO THAT AGAIN” and you’re like “YES PLEASE LUCINDA WILLIAMS SONG”

After I finish listening to World Without Tears I feel like all the things in my chest have been busted loose, shaken up, clarified and changed.

According to Lie Bot, Teodor dies this coming Thursday. Not that you can ever trust Lie Bot, you know, it’s in his name, but I’ll be disappointed if Mr. Onstad just completely passes it by. Continuity demands a sacrifice!