March 2011
1 post
This is it, after 11 months.
April 2010
1 post
March 2010
3 posts
Public Restroom Observation #1
Location: Panera in Stow, Ohio
Panera in Stow, Ohio, has a toilet-paper dispenser called the NEVER OUT 3000, and the motion activated paper towel machine is cracked. So, now it’s motion cracktivated.
Public Restroom Observation #2:
Location: Burger King, Times Square, NYC
There is no goddamn mirror in here!
Public Restroom Observation #3:
Location: The Grog Shop, Cleveland Hts., Ohio
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February 2010
7 posts
The dream I had last week that needed to be...
First though, I went to New York City for the first time in my life this last weekend. I loved it. I was utterly dwarfed by everything and it was fabulous. The Clientele played a brilliant show in Hoboken, too!
Here is this fantastic dream about a grabby Frenchman and some combat boots:
Matt, Al, Leen and I were touring an elementary school. But it was freaking huge, like a giant convention...
WatchThe Sarah Silverman Program
At 1:40 she does the most amazing Neve Campbell impression (I’ve always noticed this weird, vexed neck movement that Neve does before she says something serious and I cracked the fuck up seeing an impression of it).
January 2010
11 posts
Poetry Assment Number ONE
Write a poem about drowning based on the last line of T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (fabulous poem, by the way):
“We have lingered in the chambers of the dea
By the sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
Such an optimistic subject. Makes me want to continue to post my mostly horrible in class...
Grow idle, grow old. Grow old, die.
Martin Sheen used to be a babe, back in the old days. His voice even sounded different, not like a today-actor. Something about the diction, dialect… even the cadence.They sounded like something more valuable, once upon a time. What happened to acting? It stopped feeling like acting.
Charlie: Hey, dad. How’re you feeling?
Martin: Not so good, Charlie, now that you ask.
Charlie:...
P-Notes and the Schedz
“She was the sort of cheery, pre-happy homemaker who noticed fashionable or out of the ordinary toilet seats in unfamiliar bathrooms. Clearly, she thinks, the urge to clean these fabulous looking things develops with age. One would venture to say that she missed the mark on ambition and was caught in the nurturing but poorly informed care of fantasy.”
Spring ‘10
Child...
List of 10 '10 High Resolution Resolutions
1. Read more music blogs, commentary, etc.
2. Lose a little weight. Christ, this is America. We can’t ALL be hipsters (laugh, please).
3. Get all A marks. For those of you who do read this and don’t know me (yeah, right), I TRY to be a good student.
4. Become a fantastic cook.
5. Write at least half of a work to be published.
6. Visit Mallory in Maryland.
7. Have a really...
Well, I laughed... →
at Stereogum’s “Owl City Rips Off Album Art, Too” article because, let’s face it… I’m not an Owl City fan.
Jogging list.
Uber hipster bullshit spit up #1:
Kids dressed like animals or in some kind of goofy fucking grandpa looking apparel.
#2:
Being really skinny/ emaciated as fuck/looking like something (they hope) is perceived as fragile or damaged.
#3
Big dumb glasses with no lenses or plastic, non-prescription lenses.
#4
“Picnic on your face” plaid scarves.
#5
Instant gratification when one...
Snowed in? Feed your VCR. Yeah, I said VCR.
Visit fabulous Ohio… or not. Just get the tee-shirt from the link to the website I posted somewhere on here. Beware, two feet of snow will soon blanket you until you’re knee deep in a suburban, winter wonderland. I shoveled for two hours yesterday and my entire body hurts! My oh my!
While you’re snowed in, here’s a totally lazy and half assed list of the best, ridiculous...
December 2009
5 posts
Phoenix? Penis? Wait, huh!? (I heard you say it!)
Greetings from Ill Island, children. I saw Phoenix last night in the blustery cold and I’m feeling appeased, despite my nagging cough.
Here’s my two cents: December the 9th brought a snow storm and a storm of another sort, a Paris, France based electronic, indie rock band by the name of Phoenix. To give an idea of how excited I was to see this band, wrap your chops around this: The...
Making Love In A Room Full of Chemicals & Other...
These are poems that reminded me of one another. I post them because they’re not like my usual poems. No, I ain’t trippin’.
I wrote this one after I saw Deerhunter last November. For all of those familiar with Bradford Cox, go figz.
Making Love in a Room Full of Chemicals And this is the place where I know myself the most. Human zoning. Your self-established mojo, right here....
Geology Rocks and I'm moving to Nipple, Utah.
Not really. But that tee-shirt looks pretty cool… kind of like these ones. I got some grand lawl-age from this purchase-able winner:
SEYMOUR BUTTS HERE:
http://store.cottonfactory.com/50states.html
My back is annihilated.
November 2009
10 posts
Dead Deer & Other Animals- Thanksgiving →
Here is a track off of an album called Thanksgiving by a band called Thanksgiving. As if you’ve not had enough to eat! This is the most “snowpropriate” track, I thought. I listened to it earlier today when I caught sight of Ohio’s first encounter with the white terror. Besides, snow makes it much more probable that you will HIT a deer on the road. Just saying!(Justifying the appropriateness of...
Comments, Concerns or Suggestions?
Epic. I have added a comment option. First person to comment gets some chocolate chip cookies.
At this very moment, my services as an ex-hairdresser (well, I AM still licensed…) are needed. Will post that Memory Tapes song when I’m on my own computer and I actually have it. In the mean time, I suggest you all watch “Let The Right One In,” which has become one of my...
Ask Tom Waits! →
Need advice? Search no further! I am going to regret posting this without the company of my top Waits album list, which will probably follow suit, shortly. Which, for me, isn’t probably YOUR kind of “shortly.”
Tom Waits vs. Chocolate Chip Cookies
Today has been full of super secret-y secrets and it won’t hurt anyone not to tell them. I love driving in my car with the windows down, even if it is cold.
And I love Tom Waits more than I love chocolate chip cookies. Like, if you were commanded to take something away from me or be killed (I, of course, value your life) and it was even just ONE Tom Waits album vs. chocolate chip cookies...
Catchup-y, Old P-Notes (Or Ketchup-y)
PLZ NOTE FOR “P” Notes: They are little things I write down either on PAPER or in my PHONE throughout the day. Most of them get tossed into my writing later on down the road. This will be a nice place to keep them.
Here’s the thing… “P” notes reminds me of that weirdo new episode of South Park. PI PI’s SPLASHTOWN. I am upset Tumblr does not support...
P-Notes #1
November 18:
“It is cold today. Colder than I think it should be. I think to myself how I’ve walked through a lot of streets and parking lots on my way to where I am going. I cross that habitual little meeting of streets near my destination and think,
“There goes my last chance to get hit by a car today.”
I mean this in a really good way though. Always in a good way.
My Name Is Karlee...
And I will change a lot this year.
Just wait.
I have to figure out how to use this. Momentary pause.
