Month: April 2005

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

Actually I am quite good about commenting

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.

Tangerines and persimmons and sugarcane

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.

Achewood is jazz

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!