Virtual Flaneurism

Who the hell sent this to me? Two days of work left and I am a mess.

Oh my god, Daniel Tosh, GET A HAIRCUT. I have a huge mancrush and the thought of you looking like Bill Nye is ruining it.

Also, I have a huge crush on contemporary Daniel Tosh. True story.

"Once you leave the womb, conservatives don’t care about you until you reach military age. Then you’re just what they’re looking for. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers."

- George Carlin

I've adored this song so long, and it fits so well with the overly-emotional hipster music I've been posting lately.

While visiting family for Thanksgiving, I came upon the thought that I may have made more mistakes this year than any other.

A few days later, and a few thoughts richer, I amend my original conclusion: this year I have had the fortune to recognize more things that I want out of life than I ever have before. It takes effort to remember that knowing what you want is often a good part of the battle.

Anyway, it's been a long year. Onward and upward...or at least onward to 2011, and quickly.

R.I.P. Leslie Nielson...my childhood humor passes away with you.

Bruno Mars is Justin Timberlake if he still made music.

I find it amusing that his Sisyphean piano dragging outfit makes him look like Janelle Monae's stunt double.

This vid is NSFW.

Klaxons - Twin Flames NSFW from BlindPig on Vimeo.

"It was a real whale, a photograph of a real whale. I looked into its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now. Was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying now, right this second? When a whale dies, it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly."

A friend and I photoshopped a series of these back when I lived in Manhattan. Sadly, we printed them out (on the university's dime, of course), but never hung them up. I still have the copies in a container under my bed. I'd be compelled to post the others if there was an interest whatsoever, but I'm not uploading shit to imageshack just to have it go tumbling unnoticed into the inter-void.

Sadly, this really doesn't make sense unless you've lived in New York. Or been to an Indian Deli. Either or.

"When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, “Why god? Why me?” and the thundering voice of God answered, There’s just something about you that pisses me off."

Nathan Love's "NBC Peacock Thanksgiving" from Nathan Love on Vimeo.