It was a regular day at work
lots of meetings, little achievement
got home, beaten down, tired,
climbed out of my car
“fucking recycle bins need to come in.”
Then this…THIS!
“perfectly sorted” is what they said. “Good job”.
That tree’s my buddy! Thanks anonymous postcard guy!
Oh, yeah.
Found these two factoids two days apart:
“The average British tourist gains 8 pounds during a two-week trip to the U.S. thanks to big portions and all-you-can-eat buffets.”
London Daily Mail
“Immigrants become as fat as native born Americans within fifteen years of their arrival.”
Harper’s Findings
I’m digging the new Fountains of Wayne album. I dig all the Fountains of Wayne albums but feel technologically compelled to now say that “I’m digging the new Fountains of Wayne album.”
The Grover BORGquist descended upon the Publicant’s and entered the party through the bottom, taking the easy path past the least of them; then veered right again and captured most of the rest of them. They signed themselves over, pledging themselves to assimilation with the BORGquist, They gave in and gave up on independent thought and action. (‘Rolled over and took it up the sick bay,’ might say.)
Meanwhile at the Democantina, all hell was breaking loose again. The party was on, everyone was represented – locals, freaks, foreigners – and everybody was demanding to be heard, like barkers at some whacked out baazar and there was no order because there were too many people and too many opinions; factions; ‘factionistas’ one man opined. Cantinacrats. But the music was good.
The final bill for the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, a new Brown University study says, will come to between $3,700,000,000,000 and $4,400,000,000,000 ($3.7 Trillion and $4.4 Trillion), including nation-building efforts; the cost of providing medical care, services and long-term benefits to veterans; and interest on what the U.S. borrowed to fund the wars.
My daughter is now six and so liking her music and the music she likes is what you hear on KDWB. I know this because she asked me to tune to KDWB in our van on the way home from the cabin, which I did.
Now if you were ever at the Saloon or Gay 90s in the 80s you would believe as I do that much of this KDWB music has got to have been produced by the same dudes who were making all that 180+ BPM super-charged gay disco back then. But they spike the treble weirdly now, apparently to accentuate the teeth-grating auto-tune. After a while I just kind of wanted to punch someone.
But my daughter thinks it’s all cool so I’m prepping myself for music negotiations that will undoubtedly take place in the years to come. How often will Led Zeppelin win out over Lady GaGa?
It is my van.
Popsicle stick
Yeah!! amazingly well edited – brilliant! again.
Maybe you’ve seen him on the gas pump of a SuperAmerica. He’s there with his craggy misshapen beard, the sparse comb-over, logger shirt, and check it out – closed eyes. This guy looks dangerous to me. I have this feeling that as soon as Becky completes the transaction on her end (let’s call her Becky), this dude’s going to poke a knife into her, grab handfuls of cash from the register, and bug out of that place right quick. Look at him. He’s not right. He’s just not right. She’s kind of hot though.
But there’s also this Skintastic guy. Check out the pencil-thin mustache and the creepy leering. Don’t trust him. Again, she’s kind of hot.
Luke Soiseth 