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yamamanamawant to get from here to there, a bike can take me anywhere - in which I ask everyone to listen to Freezepop, explain the lack of a Twelve Days of Wonky Roms, and give some random thoughts on Twilight Princess.
Maybe if I listen to Flying Saucer Attack, I can trick my body into thinking it's summer - in which I try to listen to aestival music to warm myself up.
A vote for Scott Brown is a vote for obnoxious chain e-mails - in which I find invisible rats slightly creepy but oddly hilarious.
snowflecked - in which Scott Brown is a senator but at least it won't last and healthcare wasn't really my concern anyway, Lovesliescrushing makes beautiful music, and the books I want won't be out for another hundred days.
wired for light - in which I am very thiankful that World War II was not fought by the Civilization II AI, although I could imagine an alternate universe where World War II had an Axis (same as the old one, minus India and Iraq, add the British Union of Fascists-led UK) and Allies (United States, Soviet Union, Ireland, India, Egypt, Poland, Czech Republic, Yugoslavia), which would be a complete and utter catastrofuck.
too much, too bright, too powerful - in which FOX overplays Simpsons episodes, someone mistakes my fiction for YuGiOh fanfiction, I make something in Gimp, give more random thoughts on Twilight Princess, and lament Asian scientologists.
A Wreath of Bright Stars - in which I find mcbpete himself while looking for someone from my past and devote my valentine's days to finding conversation hearts with wuv on them.
The logic board on my computer is borked - in which the logic board on my computer is borked and I am forced to update on an iMac G4.
قد يكون هناك سلام دائم من أجل أطفال العال - in which my computer is fixed, I lose a rant about Valentine's Day, a movie that is a romantic comedy and not a slasher, learn that deviantart is impossible on an ipod.
I had a witty title but it's no longer relevant- in which I think political blogs on Blogspot are incredibly fascistic, play Sonic CD but have trouble with the time traveling mechanics due to Sonic and his lead anklets.
A Sonic Poll, mainland Asian style - in which I hold an election where nobody votes, obtain a scanner that can only be used with image capture, and write about my taste in music over the years.
Départe - in which I realize that rock radio in the late nineties really sucked.
Fourteen Years In Music (1998-1999 edition) - in which I remember putting stuff on a tape and losing it and think that there was too much post-grunge and nu-metal on the radio in those days.
Reflections from a watery world - in which someone mistakes a Simpsons DVD for a croissandwich and Norwood is underwater.
Take a picture, it will last longer. - In which I recommend Henry Gale but definitely not Pitchshifter, and listen to Pale Saints despite the lack of nostalgia.
The Cellular Mongoose is the bane of existence. Also, it makes things crash. - in which ads cause browser failure, I list songs that make me think of high school era crushes.
Descent is a peculiar behavior - in which I list forgotten post-grunge bands and lament the demise of IUMA, Eugene Terreblanche is hacked to death and nobody mourns, and the Mormons give me ads in proto-l33t sp33k.
Fun With Cats - in which I tease cats with a laser pointer but fail to get my dog to do anything with it.
and I'll wake up obsolete - in which FOX clips punchlines to jokes from syndicated episodes of the Simpsons.
The Sound of Love Breaking Apart - in which I list bands worth listening to.
An early summer - in which Google gives me grief about not updating my browser and I talk about songs.
Everyone Will Eventually Leave You - in which a popup gets through the popup blocker but crashes the browser, I hate on black metal and NY Daily News commenters.
A virtue of the iron curtain - in which I claim that enforced lack of exposure to seventies schlock rock is a good thing, but save states in real life wouldn't be.
Slime is thicker than blood - In which I encounter a pirate at the Museum of Fine Arts, encounter a fellow with a piranha plant t-shirt on the Red Line, and discuss recipes for explosives using coriander and chicken feathers, and lament Israel's music scene.
The Atheist's Burden - in which I wake up too early, go to a cousin's graduation party, praise the sunsets, take the green line home and someone plays Pac Man on a touchscreen.
The human heart is capable of strange things - in which I think a song is glitching out when it's just an ad and snakes wear boots, apparently.
an infinite summer - in which I list songs, link to Bart the General, and eat chips left in onion dip.
An evening of fun and picking up after yourself - in which the ground zero mosque is secretly a space station, I take a train that said the next stop was JFK/UMass, walk across a bridge measured in smoots, list people who are allowed to take classes at MIT, suggest that homeless people should become economists, and finally arrive at a concert and see a double rainbow in the sky.
Shadow and Substance - in which I listen to Disconnect from Desire, Obama eats ice cream, a kid does the Batusi, someone who's been to the Czech Republic believes that they pick random Scrabble pieces out of a bag, and someone sings a song by Lady Gaga.
Ugh! I hate muscle men! Barefoot ones, to boot! - in which Uncle Ulty finds himself on Luna and thinks Rosa is cute, I list things that are better than Neon Bible and try to find out if Encephalon is still stalking me, and someone knows what is and isn't ironic.
Intermezzo - in which I engage in a conversation about A Canticle for Leibowitz on the Green Line, wonder why an ancient Egyptian sculptor even bothered to give his statue a penis if he was most likely wearing a kilt that rotted away, and find a trailer for a Terry Goodkind novel that's just World of Warcraft music and the cover zooming in.
It's time for Eastern Europe's favorite cat and mouse team!- in which I don't think that's Bach's most well-known work and get screwed over in King's Quest one fine day in 1991.
cloudless climes and starry skies - in which I go to a concert and offer a berry tart to anyone guessing when SwiftFoxyMarkArse 25 plays Homer the Great.
sunsets, i have seen too many without you - in which I find Homer The Great sped up in English and define the Royal Sampler, go to a concert.
white light messing with my mind - in which I got to the ICA to see things with human bones and mirrored infinities.
scherzo, with tyrannosaurus - in which Vox Day is deluded and I am pissed about waiting another year or two to read Aurorarama and The Dream of Perpetual Motion and then go to a concert.
Dawn of the Second Day (48 hours remain) - in which Earl threatens to barely miss Cape Cod and I see a woman with a pink plastic flamingo and a guy doing the need-to-pee dance on the Red Line.
Afternoon of A New Day - in which Jorg Haider makes a bible blaster and Earl is a dud.
the brightness of faraway life - in which I fail to find the worst sex scene ever written and Trade Martin writes a terrible song.
distant explosions - in which Lemmingtrail analyzes Burn a Koran Day and I want to burn Slayers: Dragon Cycle in protest.
i could almost disperse - in which I realize it takes time to make good art.
on the edges of each season - in which my platform is abortions for some, miniature american flags for others, and Palestinians paint a donkey.
how i imagine my hand holds yours- in which I cheat a little because 10 can be anything in any base, because it's ok because there are so many things I want to say to so many people.
the second in a sequence of glances and introductions - in which I only fill out half of a ten day post thing I stole from Christina, find Danimal mentioned on a Croatian site, request photoshopping of a McNaughton painting, find a potential way to break King's Quest V, and wonder how long numbers replacing letters has been passe for.
Te iubesc atât de mult eu nu pot titlu chiar şi această. - in which I list ways to win my heart an am drawn to Gonterman's art because it's so ugly.
the light that never goes out went out - in which I list things I am constantly thinking about.
fathom this young life - in which I regret things.
you, my luminary - in which I can't decide on five people important enough to list and I wonder when we'll see praise for Pol Pot.
apathy has its own momentum - in which fake people and amazon forum posters turn me off.
oh, and how it was stunning - in which I list my turn ons and wonder why there only three when there are more things I like than things I hate, realize I don't actually have a "type", think the solution to the Republican problem is to run for office on ridiculous platforms to draw the votes from the crazies.
entropy is the new black - in which I suggest the Codex Seraphinianus to everyone.
the stars are only smears - in which I can't find the context of pingas but do know that Evil Homer isn't from a halloween episode.
the last thing you explain before you die - in which I laughed at something on Encyclopedia Dramatica and feel dirty about that fact and await Flashback and its so bad it's goodness, learn that people in Moscow drive for the sake of driving despite awful traffic, and overhear a conversation about ice cream on the T.
bathing in brilliance - in which I list my influences and visit the new wing at the MFA, where someone said she'd wear gold Costa Rican bracelets if she were a superhero and someone talks about Fox picking some piddling codswallop to go after Obama for.
leaving everything in peace - in which my computer dies and I excise my hard drive and Cassandra suspects a conspiracy involving black friday.
moon scrap - in which I get a new computer and a guy wears xmas lights on his pants.
maoist revolution from a coffee shop patio - in which Meghan McCain loves Stereoelab and wants to overthrow capitalist society, and someone who's name may or may not be Adeline threatens to cry if there's a boot on her car.
buy me Bonestorm or go to hell.- in which I suggest Brackhage on SUV commercials, I hate on Vampire Weekend and lament the disappearance of older Simpsons episodes and listen to a song that sounds like a spasticated lawnmower with some cookie monster vocals.
tidings of madness and woe - in which I have Sonic Colors and my aunt messes up brownies.
Maybe if I listen to Flying Saucer Attack, I can trick my body into thinking it's summer - in which I try to listen to aestival music to warm myself up.
A vote for Scott Brown is a vote for obnoxious chain e-mails - in which I find invisible rats slightly creepy but oddly hilarious.
snowflecked - in which Scott Brown is a senator but at least it won't last and healthcare wasn't really my concern anyway, Lovesliescrushing makes beautiful music, and the books I want won't be out for another hundred days.
wired for light - in which I am very thiankful that World War II was not fought by the Civilization II AI, although I could imagine an alternate universe where World War II had an Axis (same as the old one, minus India and Iraq, add the British Union of Fascists-led UK) and Allies (United States, Soviet Union, Ireland, India, Egypt, Poland, Czech Republic, Yugoslavia), which would be a complete and utter catastrofuck.
too much, too bright, too powerful - in which FOX overplays Simpsons episodes, someone mistakes my fiction for YuGiOh fanfiction, I make something in Gimp, give more random thoughts on Twilight Princess, and lament Asian scientologists.
A Wreath of Bright Stars - in which I find mcbpete himself while looking for someone from my past and devote my valentine's days to finding conversation hearts with wuv on them.
The logic board on my computer is borked - in which the logic board on my computer is borked and I am forced to update on an iMac G4.
قد يكون هناك سلام دائم من أجل أطفال العال - in which my computer is fixed, I lose a rant about Valentine's Day, a movie that is a romantic comedy and not a slasher, learn that deviantart is impossible on an ipod.
I had a witty title but it's no longer relevant- in which I think political blogs on Blogspot are incredibly fascistic, play Sonic CD but have trouble with the time traveling mechanics due to Sonic and his lead anklets.
A Sonic Poll, mainland Asian style - in which I hold an election where nobody votes, obtain a scanner that can only be used with image capture, and write about my taste in music over the years.
Départe - in which I realize that rock radio in the late nineties really sucked.
Fourteen Years In Music (1998-1999 edition) - in which I remember putting stuff on a tape and losing it and think that there was too much post-grunge and nu-metal on the radio in those days.
Reflections from a watery world - in which someone mistakes a Simpsons DVD for a croissandwich and Norwood is underwater.
Take a picture, it will last longer. - In which I recommend Henry Gale but definitely not Pitchshifter, and listen to Pale Saints despite the lack of nostalgia.
The Cellular Mongoose is the bane of existence. Also, it makes things crash. - in which ads cause browser failure, I list songs that make me think of high school era crushes.
Descent is a peculiar behavior - in which I list forgotten post-grunge bands and lament the demise of IUMA, Eugene Terreblanche is hacked to death and nobody mourns, and the Mormons give me ads in proto-l33t sp33k.
Fun With Cats - in which I tease cats with a laser pointer but fail to get my dog to do anything with it.
and I'll wake up obsolete - in which FOX clips punchlines to jokes from syndicated episodes of the Simpsons.
The Sound of Love Breaking Apart - in which I list bands worth listening to.
An early summer - in which Google gives me grief about not updating my browser and I talk about songs.
Everyone Will Eventually Leave You - in which a popup gets through the popup blocker but crashes the browser, I hate on black metal and NY Daily News commenters.
A virtue of the iron curtain - in which I claim that enforced lack of exposure to seventies schlock rock is a good thing, but save states in real life wouldn't be.
Slime is thicker than blood - In which I encounter a pirate at the Museum of Fine Arts, encounter a fellow with a piranha plant t-shirt on the Red Line, and discuss recipes for explosives using coriander and chicken feathers, and lament Israel's music scene.
The Atheist's Burden - in which I wake up too early, go to a cousin's graduation party, praise the sunsets, take the green line home and someone plays Pac Man on a touchscreen.
The human heart is capable of strange things - in which I think a song is glitching out when it's just an ad and snakes wear boots, apparently.
an infinite summer - in which I list songs, link to Bart the General, and eat chips left in onion dip.
An evening of fun and picking up after yourself - in which the ground zero mosque is secretly a space station, I take a train that said the next stop was JFK/UMass, walk across a bridge measured in smoots, list people who are allowed to take classes at MIT, suggest that homeless people should become economists, and finally arrive at a concert and see a double rainbow in the sky.
Shadow and Substance - in which I listen to Disconnect from Desire, Obama eats ice cream, a kid does the Batusi, someone who's been to the Czech Republic believes that they pick random Scrabble pieces out of a bag, and someone sings a song by Lady Gaga.
Ugh! I hate muscle men! Barefoot ones, to boot! - in which Uncle Ulty finds himself on Luna and thinks Rosa is cute, I list things that are better than Neon Bible and try to find out if Encephalon is still stalking me, and someone knows what is and isn't ironic.
Intermezzo - in which I engage in a conversation about A Canticle for Leibowitz on the Green Line, wonder why an ancient Egyptian sculptor even bothered to give his statue a penis if he was most likely wearing a kilt that rotted away, and find a trailer for a Terry Goodkind novel that's just World of Warcraft music and the cover zooming in.
It's time for Eastern Europe's favorite cat and mouse team!- in which I don't think that's Bach's most well-known work and get screwed over in King's Quest one fine day in 1991.
cloudless climes and starry skies - in which I go to a concert and offer a berry tart to anyone guessing when SwiftFoxyMarkArse 25 plays Homer the Great.
sunsets, i have seen too many without you - in which I find Homer The Great sped up in English and define the Royal Sampler, go to a concert.
white light messing with my mind - in which I got to the ICA to see things with human bones and mirrored infinities.
scherzo, with tyrannosaurus - in which Vox Day is deluded and I am pissed about waiting another year or two to read Aurorarama and The Dream of Perpetual Motion and then go to a concert.
Dawn of the Second Day (48 hours remain) - in which Earl threatens to barely miss Cape Cod and I see a woman with a pink plastic flamingo and a guy doing the need-to-pee dance on the Red Line.
Afternoon of A New Day - in which Jorg Haider makes a bible blaster and Earl is a dud.
the brightness of faraway life - in which I fail to find the worst sex scene ever written and Trade Martin writes a terrible song.
distant explosions - in which Lemmingtrail analyzes Burn a Koran Day and I want to burn Slayers: Dragon Cycle in protest.
i could almost disperse - in which I realize it takes time to make good art.
on the edges of each season - in which my platform is abortions for some, miniature american flags for others, and Palestinians paint a donkey.
how i imagine my hand holds yours- in which I cheat a little because 10 can be anything in any base, because it's ok because there are so many things I want to say to so many people.
the second in a sequence of glances and introductions - in which I only fill out half of a ten day post thing I stole from Christina, find Danimal mentioned on a Croatian site, request photoshopping of a McNaughton painting, find a potential way to break King's Quest V, and wonder how long numbers replacing letters has been passe for.
Te iubesc atât de mult eu nu pot titlu chiar şi această. - in which I list ways to win my heart an am drawn to Gonterman's art because it's so ugly.
the light that never goes out went out - in which I list things I am constantly thinking about.
fathom this young life - in which I regret things.
you, my luminary - in which I can't decide on five people important enough to list and I wonder when we'll see praise for Pol Pot.
apathy has its own momentum - in which fake people and amazon forum posters turn me off.
oh, and how it was stunning - in which I list my turn ons and wonder why there only three when there are more things I like than things I hate, realize I don't actually have a "type", think the solution to the Republican problem is to run for office on ridiculous platforms to draw the votes from the crazies.
entropy is the new black - in which I suggest the Codex Seraphinianus to everyone.
the stars are only smears - in which I can't find the context of pingas but do know that Evil Homer isn't from a halloween episode.
the last thing you explain before you die - in which I laughed at something on Encyclopedia Dramatica and feel dirty about that fact and await Flashback and its so bad it's goodness, learn that people in Moscow drive for the sake of driving despite awful traffic, and overhear a conversation about ice cream on the T.
bathing in brilliance - in which I list my influences and visit the new wing at the MFA, where someone said she'd wear gold Costa Rican bracelets if she were a superhero and someone talks about Fox picking some piddling codswallop to go after Obama for.
leaving everything in peace - in which my computer dies and I excise my hard drive and Cassandra suspects a conspiracy involving black friday.
moon scrap - in which I get a new computer and a guy wears xmas lights on his pants.
maoist revolution from a coffee shop patio - in which Meghan McCain loves Stereoelab and wants to overthrow capitalist society, and someone who's name may or may not be Adeline threatens to cry if there's a boot on her car.
buy me Bonestorm or go to hell.- in which I suggest Brackhage on SUV commercials, I hate on Vampire Weekend and lament the disappearance of older Simpsons episodes and listen to a song that sounds like a spasticated lawnmower with some cookie monster vocals.
tidings of madness and woe - in which I have Sonic Colors and my aunt messes up brownies.
