Things That Don’t Meta-Exist. Or do they?
Update 1220 hrs: No, they don’t.
Category: Connections
I can’t stop listening to Jesusland. WHY CAN’T I STOP LISTENING TO JESUSLAND. Because it’s such an important song! Because, to Nathan Rabin’s disappointment, it’s not satire.
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!
God to align the God
“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?
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!
Reprostitution
Just so’s you’re aware, I’m a large.
You know, I could use a frisbee.
I guess I have a birthday later? Coincidentally, I am annoyed in general (though not necessarily in specific) by the practice of posting one’s Amazon wishlist to one’s weblog; it’s passive-aggressive avarice, and I don’t think anyone really deserves presents for putting words in a little box on a screen for ten minutes a day. If that.
So when I link to my own wishlist, you understand, it’s only for the benefit of humans who feel the need to buy me physical objects once a year but lack any helpful specificity of vision. I don’t actually want any things off there–it’s more like I don’t diswant them. What I really want is for you to come over on the afternoon of the third and play Ticket to Ride with us, and then once it’s dark and cooler we can go play frisbee by the river.
I have to go get some sackcloth and ashes now.
Colin Goggin! Seriously! I’m the number two egosurfing result for you, so write me already!
Also: Jason Zavada, father of the Zavada Gambit! Are you extant? You may remember me as one of the guys who stole everything you owned.