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Happy Friday!

I have to spend all day writing and doing favors for other people today, so I don’t really have time to blow your mind on this little entry. However, I’m going to let David Faustino, a.k.a. Bud Bundy, blow your mind for me. For you? How does that work? Who does

Linguistics lesson #1

First, lessons in language need more slutty Asian chicks with graffiti on them, so here: I’ve been obsessed with quotation marks lately. As I’ve already noted here on this website, people use quotes to degrade me when they write letters of hatred by calling me

Disturbia

Here’s the problem: Somebody sent me a link yesterday. The link took me to  this website and when I saw what was there I was like, “Holy shit.” And then I proceeded to think about the link for the rest of the night. And then I had fucked up dreams about

Post-marathon cinema

After a 26.2 mile race, things get wild!

Marathon

I finished the California International Marathon in 3 hours 29 minutes yesterday. I was going to post some pictures and video but I don’t want to get up and I can’t find the little camera connector thingy. Plus, my cats are asleep and they are pinning down my

Google hate

Google execs issued a statement saying they have nothing to do with the disturbing suggestions when you type a query into the search engine. Try it. When you start to type something into a Google search, you’ll find some fucked up, perverted or racist answer. The

Punched by an angry black man!

I just got punched in the face by a gigantic black man. What happened was I was getting dinner from Dos Coyotes. It’s Southwestern food, which is like Mexican food for white people. There’s a lot of sauce and everything is kind of drippy. Anyway, I left the

Rat tail!

When I was 12, life was much simpler.  People wore jean jackets and parachute pants; they dressed in bright colors and had mustaches that weren’t ironic. I didn’t know what the word “gay” meant. I thought Boy George was just really fancy. I liked to