Virtual Flaneurism

Oh, how I miss Next!

Ugh, what a day. I am the only person in my house tonight, which is perfectly fine but for some unexpected occurrences throughout the latter half of the day. I uncovered a putrefied mouse while cleaning out a storage closet this afternoon. The distaste that left in my mouth was nothing compared to what happened when I went outside later tonight to drag out our trash cans for pickup. We have an eight foot tall gate separating our the ack of our house from the alleyway, which people occasionally walk down. Someone did in fact walk past the gate as I was pouring our recyclables into their bin. I didn't give him a second thought until, unlocking and opening the gate, I caught a glimpse of a figure lurking behind the neighboring apartment building's dumpster, maybe fifteen feet away. Quickly re-locking the gate, I climbed up onto our porch, which overlooks the dumpster. The guy was still behind the dumpster, and from what I could tell, trying to discretely figure out where I'd gone .

Not a fun experience even with other people in the house, but being alone the rest of the night is leaving me a little jumpy and overanxious.

Who knew that Nick Jonas had gone the Taylor Lautner route? Scrawny to brawny is my favorite kind of celebrity transformation.

And for those who, like me, are always worried, Mr. Jonas turned 18 in September.

I'm a monster from Headless Productions on Vimeo.

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.