Saturday, September 19

Happy

Songs and videos like this make me just want to go out and tell everyone how awesome they are.

Yes, you are all beautiful and wonderful.


I thank Beck for hipping me to this happiness.

Sunday, September 13

real comic 1

Something Different. Something Interesting.






"i just feel. so different lately."

Wednesday, September 2

"I'm gonna kill you, you old fool" --Jim Morrison

Charlie Manson was an artist,

made collages with humans.

Jim Morrison was a murderer,

killed himself with Heroin.

Do you think he really died?

Or just learned how to live without moving?

I learned to move without living,

to love without telling,

to dance without thinking,

to write without meaning,

to be a spectacle.

Is prison where bad people go

or where good people avoid?

You never hear about Morrison’s family,

Except when he talks about killing them.

You always hear about the Manson family

and their horrific art.

Marilyn Manson is the combination of Charlie, Jim.

He is a spectacle.

I never understood him as a kid

and never understood myself as an adult.

Sunday, August 2

A Henry-Hillesque Morning

Have you ever felt like Henry from the manic scene at the end of Goodfellas? (watch this whole clip. it is so good.)


This is me from time to time. There is a million things to do. There is only a few hours to get things done. There is a lot of driving from place to place. There are things going wrong, right and left. The police are always inches away. Helicopters are swirling. Family is interfering. I'm trying to squeeze in a good meal from time to time. And most importantly there is a kickass soundtrack helping to narrate my journey.

Just a few days ago I couldn't help but think of Ray Liotta's puffy red eyes and greasy black hair as I rushed around Berks County trying to get everything done before leaving to State College for Chad's rehearsal dinner. My soundtrack consisted of the following:
I won't go through all the details of my manic morning. In order to get a basic understanding of my situation you can use the above Goodfellas clip for reference making a few minor adjustments along the way. Replace me with Ray Liotta in the above clip. Substitute my soundtrack in from time to time. Eliminate the pasta sauce and add a bagel. Eliminate the massive amounts of cocaine and add some cups of coffee. The gun pick up would actually be me getting a new shirt and tie at Ross. Henry's wife would probably be my Dad. The babysitter character would be my sister. The cops were in my scene although they just blew by me on the highway. I was almost hoping they would pull me over for a more exciting blog entry, but they did not.

I'll just leave you with the image of me driving down the highway with no shirt on blasting Amy Winehouse, feeling pretty bad ass behind my sunglasses.



Thursday, July 23

Old Collages

i hope this hurts your little ears

Enjoy.

April 2008 Retrospective
April 2008 Retrospective (reverse)

Maybe not.


Weird Path

Damon

It's just downright imprisoning

Friday, July 10

New words in my life and in the dictionary

I want to blog about the new words added to the dictionary so I don't forget how lovely they are. Many of these words have been apart of my life this year. I'm so glad they made it into the dictionary.

1. Will you be my frenemy?

2. If a locavore and a carnivore got in a fight, who would win? A locavore and an omnivore?

3. Remember that film, Haram? It was very pretty. Good job Mike Doyle!

4. Chad and Lisa tell me I need to try shawarma. Stay tuned to the food blog for more.

5. Sock puppet. Finally!

6. I think the definition for staycation should expand to include, "a vacation you never want to leave from." Then I could describe my life as a staycation.

7. Vlog. Nestor tweeted about this. She's annoyingly cute. It's the first thing that comes to mind when I hear the world vlog. Maybe I'll start doing vlogs one day.



I'm gonna kill in Scrabble now.

Sunday, June 28

Is a yard sale a sign of the end or of new beginnings?

Usually you can tell by observing the seller's demeanor.

One man sits quietly while i flip through his books with unmarked prices,
a dictionary, a children's book with 1970's artwork inside,
books titled: Dealing with Depression, Adults from Abusive Parents.

Another family nervously laughs at my mediocre jokes as they sell their mother's things directly out of her bedroom and kitchen.
She "moved out."
I bought her antique slide projector for 5 dollars.

One woman has trained her kids to sell the broken piano and nickle lemonade.
She tells me her couch loves me.
I tell her, I love it.
A friend buys a mini-horse-statue for a quarter and we leave shortly after.