December 11, 2009 @ Words
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
December 10, 2009 @ Words
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
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
December 8, 2009 @ Videos
After a 26.2 mile race, things get wild!
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 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
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
November 30, 2009 @ Journalism
As I and associate arts editors Edward Dunn, Josh Fernandez and Emily Page gather and sort and evaluate the musical material with which we hope you’ll tune up your life each week, wading through the mire of MySpace and the piles of press kits, it becomes increasingly