Virtual Flaneurism

No, it's just Chuck Testa.

I love this song, but the line, "I changed 'stranger' into 'starman' in the Sunday New York Times," always bugged the hell out of me. Stranger has eight letters, while starman has seven. They are not interchangeable in a crossword. Think this shit through, Aimee.

I spent two years living this video as my job.

Why did I find this so damn hilarious??



(HEY GIRL.)

I hope and pray that this part of my sense of humor never, ever dies.

Today is my birthday - my twenty fifth, no less - and I'm in class all day. Ho hum.

I want one of these LEGO propane tanks!

I'm off to Los Angeles for a legal conference until Friday, and leaving my precious computer behind, so, barring extreme boredom resulting in me exercising some bad ass iPhone browser posting, expect few updates.

...though I have class until four, so maybe expect a few until then.

I'm having one of those Mondays Tuesdays where, having done absolutely nothing productive the entire weekend, I am attempting to survive a manic e-mailing high and doing my best not to tweak myself right out of my pants. Solution? Listening to Aimee Mann music and hoping she can settle the internet-infused adrenaline darting through my veins.

I swear, if I were a coffee drinker, someone might be dead right now.