Virtual Flaneurism

Finally, someone who shares my love for bird corpses.

I laughed out loud at "artisan cheeses".

Oh my god, this little redneck is smarter than us all.

This year's DJ Earworm mix is a success if only because it contains no Black Eyed Peas.

I just stumbled upon this new band called Yellow Ostrich, and I've been dancing around to their album while packing my suitcase. They have a somewhat rough sound (I get the impression that they mixed their own album, and therefore their producing is not top-tier), though their harmonies are amazing and a number of the songs have a great beat.

You can download their entire album for free on their website. Just click buy now and say you wanna pay $0. Or you could not be like me and reject being a selfish jerk by supporting a new band and dropping them a few bucks.

Oh, James Marsden. You are no James Franco, but you are still pretty cute.

I think I've hired this electrician.

"They were his friends, and his mother was wrong: they weren’t bad friends. Maybe, he thought, there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends— maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt, and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart."


- IT by Stephen King

This is bizarrely awkward.

Stolen from Kristie, from Overheard in Court:

Q. Now let’s go back to Exhibit 18. It looks to me like this pump submittal from SRV is dated Oct. 14, 2002. Right?

A. That’s the date of this letter, correct.

Q. Okay. And SRV was required to submit this pump submittal five days after the execution of the contract, which they received on Oct. 9. So 14 minus 9 is how many?

A. I don’t know. I need a calculator.

Q. You need a calculator to subtract 9 from 14?

A. Yeah.

Q. You’re the project engineer on a $5 million infrastructure project, and you’re telling me you need a calculator to subtract 9 from 14?

A. We always have calculators.

Q. Really, you can’t subtract 9 from 14 without a calculator?

A. It’s 6.

Q. Actually, Ms. ______, I think it’s 5.

A. I think I told you I need a calculator.

I was doing piss-ups for years before Tosh's flabby arms squabbled their way out of his mother's catacombs of a womb.

Well, put this at the top of the list of "Things Giving Me Nightmares Tonight".