crucible of ennui

Luchadore Warhol
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1. Papercuts, any variety
2. Wet foam rubber
3. Ice cream on a stick (popcicles are okay)
4. Empty tampon dispensers
5. Men who don’t wear undershits when wearing white dress shirts. ew.
6. Anaheim Ducks (booooo)
7. Birds
8. Zombies
9. Cheerleaders
10. Balloons

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Midgetville – cool
Midget Porn – not cool

“Today, anyone with a laptop and an internet connection has access to a heftier chunk of humanity’s knowledge than the most privileged visitor to the Great Library of Alexandria in the third century BC, or the British Library reading room just a generation ago.”

Johann Hari

from Beware the Internet’s Looming Class Divide

“Adgy has the clap!”

“Yeah, cause your mom gave it to me.”

“My mother’s a saint.”

“A saint with the clap.”

A friend of mine who shall remain anonymous (but named Lisa) asks at the end of every story I tell, “are you making that up? is that for real?”

Yes, all my stories are guaranteed 100% true. When necessary, I will strive to provide photographic evidence to back-up any and all claims I make. In the absence of visual proof, I will try to provide first hand accounts that will back up my original claims of freakiness.

Lisa does the BEST EVAH Sean Connery impression. Spot on. Dead ringer. She’s also the one with fabulous taste that introduced me to Koringa, La Femme Fakir. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it framed at her place. Now I have a copy framed in my dining room and Laurie also has a copy framed at her place. MMmm… snake lady with a funky afro.

Now Lisa has the coolest of things going on in her life – twins! Boy and Girl. Instant Family, just add breast milk. As soon as I get over my cold, I’m coming over to suck on their tiny baby toes.

I’m glad that I don’t have Photoshop at work anymore. I’d never get any work done. I’d end up doing silly projects that would eat away at my time little by little.

Like this

And this

I have a few photos in my library that are BEGGING for attention (peg & tory – you’re next).

Have you ever noticed how in an extreme corporate climate, it’s impossible to (may I be indelicate for a moment?) take a dump. Maybe it’s just me because I have a hang-up about using a bathroom other than the one at home, but it’s not like you can just saunter into the bathroom with reading material and camp out while you do your business.

The worst? If you’re in the bathroom, by yourself, confident that you have a few moments of private and someone walks in. Most of the time, I freak out and abort mission. ABORT ABORT. I really hate that. OR I have to play the “I’m-going-to-hide-in-the-stall-and-wait-for-the-other-person-to-leave-so-she-won’t-know-who-stunk-up-the-bathroom” game. But then I have to pull my feet up so my shoes won’t be recognized. So why bother? I’ll just drive home, thank you very much.

Last week I walked into the bathroom and there were two ladies involved in a stand-off, neither would leave before the other. I went in, took care of business, washed my hands, APPLIED LIPSTICK, and then left – I didn’t hear a thing: No breathing, shifting around, a little polite cough – anything. Actually – I think they’re still in there.

So I finished The Book of Lost Things. In 3 days. And the only reason it took me so long was that I had to sleep and work.

The best part was seeing the main character, David, evolve and grow in the book from a boy to the beginnings of manhood. The retelling of fairy tales in familiar, but often sinister ways was the main charm of this book. If you’ve ever read the unvarnished Grimm’s Fairy Tales, you’ll recognize some of the story plots of some of the lesser know (but actually more grusome) tales.

One theme that really struck a chord within me was books are things that need us to fully become alive. A book is nothing but potential until someone starts to read and then its words echo on in our minds and then memories for ages.

Another cool thing at the end of the book are all the fairy tales that were used. So not only do you get to read an absolutely neat story, but you get to refresh your memory or learn a few new stories to add to your arsenal.

Young or old; boy or girl - I guarantee you’ll enjoy this book.