My Movable Type had a case of the Bad Object driver something or other, making it impossible for me to post. It was the most terrifying 11 hours of my life. Of course, I slept for like 6 of them, but you know. I am, however, back. I am sure you missed me terribly. I expect sympathy flowers, so you’d better get on that. I actually have nothing at all to say, because I spent the weekend being a vegetable….
Just what I wanted
Today was the day where I decided I would do whatever I pleased. This invovled grocery shopping, book reading, downloading classic rock, and napping. All this was followed by a dinner consisting of macaroni & cheese coupled with a viewing of Shopgirl. I liked the movie quite a bit more than I liked the novella. It made me a little choked up, which is all good in my book. At one point Claire Danes asks Steve Martin “Why don’t you…
Six old men I wish I could have had sex with when they were in their prime
• Bob Dylan • Mick Jagger • Tom Brokaw • Cary Grant • Kurt Vonnegut • Buddy Holly yeah, the work today is sucking out every brain cell that I used to own.
james joyce’s feedback
Feedback from James Joyce’s submission of Ulysses to his creative writing workshop (via prontopup).
Now Sleepwalker, what’s my line?
The first thing I do every, single morning when I open my eyes is sing a little song in my head. The song varies from day to day. Yesterday it was Metallica’s “Enter Sandman.” This morning it was The Wallflower’s “Sleepwalker” which is a bit appropriate since I naturally woke up (sans alarm) at like 6:30 this morning (which is totally bizarre considering I was at Grumpy’s until 11 last night). Also, incidentally, I never seem to wake up singing…
They shall guard thy fame and adore thy name; Thou shall be their Northern Star
I should be sleeping. I have an 8:30 a.m. meeting, and I haven’t been so good with the getting to work on time thing this week, much less getting there early. But before this day ends, I wanted to tell you that on this day, May 11 in 1858, Minnesota became a state. It is the home to the world’s largest Paul Bunyan statue, 11,842 lakes, and one very egotistical supergenius. It’s also, thanks to Minnesotans that we have Spam…