Uncanny valley in full effect, y’all. I am quite disturbed by this.
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Wet Wilbur.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Just got back from a trip to Wilbur hot springs with my friend Kim. Logically, you would think that such a romantic, peaceful weekend would have a rejuvenating effect upon my personage. Well, this is where you would be wrong for a number of reasons, not least of which is that I tend to be a kamikaze type whenever a road trip is involved. This particular road trip involved boiling our naked bodies for extended periods of time, running around in the dirt, scarfing 5 huge meals in 2.5 days, and me drinking enough alcohol for 3 people. So I am a bit spent. Here are some visual highlights.
This guy was shooting chopped hay all over an open space by the freeway. We found this amusing.
This deer was shitting. I love deer.
There was a fucking abandoned house up there. Awesome.
Their maps sucked, we ended up here.
This geyser reminds me of something.
This little guy took a shower with me! He was so cute.
That’s enough for now.
Look out
Friday, November 14, 2008
For notes and possibly boring pictures from the imminent field trip.
Another dead genius.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Buy this movie, and buy all of this man’s music, because
A. Arthur Russell was a fucking genius and his music is going to take you to a happy place, and
B. his partner Tom Lee, who is in charge of Russell’s estate, deserves your money for supporting Arthur and enabling him to make lots of top shelf tunes. Do it now.
Awesome Idea
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Do you ever just feel like writing erotic poetry, and then have it immediately rendered farcical and ludicrous, which it probably already is anyway? Me too. That’s why I love Let Them Sing it for You. Because my thoughts are not retarded enough already.
Cock.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I am reading Cock and Bull by Will Self. In the first novelette, a woman grows a cartilagenous but functional little cock out of her urethra, and proceeds to become first a murderer, and then a serial rapist of men. I must admit parts of the story are pretty hot, but I shudder to think what sort of juvenile, seemingly misogynistic satire is to be inferred from such an obviously metaphorical fantasy. I mean really, perhaps I am not getting it.