Bill Bryson's "The History of Nearly Everything." A dramatic romantic comedy about how a non-dimensional substance exploded to create a massive universe with one planet that had microbes evolve into complex beings that believed that they're not from microbes, but from mud sculpted by an old white man with a long beard.
George Carlin's "More Silly Putty and Napalm." Carlin's incredible somewhat Leftist social commentary decorated by having an extremely repetitive gripe with the usage of words. "Do you have the time?" "I'm sorry, no I don't... I must've forgotten it at home... you should go ask the Navy, they always bring there's and.." you get what I'm going for here.
Carl Sagan's "Pale Blue Dot". Best book I've read for a while. Scientist Carl Sagan presents the aspect of the Cosmos from a human eye, any traces of that horrible movie he wrote goes away from my memory.
Wayne Dyer's "No-Limits Person." One of those "success" self-help advocates who start out really inspiring then you realize they're a success self-help advocate so you turn it off after 30 minutes of that bullshit.
Eric Scholosser's "Fast Food Nation." A book about how incredibly awesome fast food is, and how it tastes good and how great the business expanded throughout the united states. Also Ecoli, horrible wages, and cow shit in the burgers.
David Lynch's "Big Fish". David Lynch's first daring attempt to writing something linear, a good talk about meditation, Buddhism, and his realization that he fucking hates Phileadelphia.
All this shit, all because I don't have a girlfriend.
Everybody my age in Chicago... Hey look everyone, me and my hip, punk rock, straight-forward, lookin' sharp friends hate sports because they're for jock losers. But now that a team that has OUR CITY'S NAME in their name, is competing in the super bowl, it's time for me to feign that I've been a sports fan for years and repeat ESPN articles about the team's status as if I've been with them since the beginning.
It'll be like when the White Sox won the World Series!
Go Bears!
Sports Tip:
If you yell loud enough at the tv, the Bears do better.
STOP PLAYING WITH ME, OBAMA, YOU ARE THE ONLY DEMOCRAT, NAY… POLITICIAN I HAVE EVER LIKED! DON’T FUCK WITH ME! RUN! RUN! BRING HILLARY TO THE GROUND AND RUN FOR PRESIDENT! AHHHHHH!!!!
Oh and Milton Friedman died. Stop calling him a Libertarian. He led passage to one of the greatest Economical NeoConservative Government Assisted Corporate states of our time. The LP loves him not.
My Brother: A True American Hero Experimental Anime Chopping at its best, again presenting the world’s greatest of this niche of a niche:
And his epic anime chop:
Unlike the “over 9000” phenomenon that has gone on this week, my brother doesn’t use cheap American English dubs as a crutch for comedy. He uses the original Japanese dialogue, a bi-lingual challenge that touches the hearts and minds of anime fans (and anti-fans) everywhere.
I have never cried watching cartoons before. Today was the day where I cry like the feminine blubbering woman I am.
Thank you Ben, for ruining my favorite Michael Jackson song.
Poetry in Motion My brother, Ben, is the best Anime Chopper in the Universe. Watching his videos is like watching a later episode of Gundam or Evangelion where the director of the show becomes gravely depressed and has all the characters die gruesome deaths.
His Experimental editing with one of the weaker Gundam series is perhaps the spark of much of my life.
I hate you too (scroll to bottom of rant for something meaningful) What is with this new way of telling someone to turn down the music they’re playing? Some kind of new non-confrontational Midwest wussy method where instead of asking them to turn it down they just get into a monologue about how they hate “certain people” that they make up on the spot.
“I hate those people who think they’re the shit but they’re just drug addicts who listen to the Boredoms… that’s whom I hate. Not you of course.”
Click, I put on the headphones. Seriously. Just tell me that you don’t want to hear it. I don’t need to hear your speech where you have to make up imaginary enemies just to “send me a message”.
It’s not like I enjoy your music either, you miserable social retard.
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So anyways, as the above post reveals, I’m going to start an art blog on blogger very soon since my LJ account is chocked full of… well… LJ adhoc. More details soon.
Politics. Finally. So Bush plans to confirm the “AntiTerrorism” Bill tomorrow which will give “Enemy Combatant” a broad definition, get rid of Habeas Corpus, and allow evidence to be hidden from the defendant in court.
But, thankfully, homosexuals still can’t marry. And women aren’t killing living magic fairy fetuses.
I would like this moment to point out that the so-called Libertarians who voted Bush in 2004 can now revel in my debate victory as I do the victory dance singing “I told you so, you fucking moronic socially retarded Libertarians”, but of course, the only thing I win is to see the death of their pride.
I request critique. And not the "You fucking suck" kind, but I guess that would be tempting...
I am currently exploring the distant land of Houston Texas, a land of giant vehicles and 3 shelves of "Christian Study" in every bookstore. This fantasical land also has cuisine that had resulted in me being on the receiving end of extra fat on the belly.
Quick one. I woke up today and felt like taking a walk outside to enjoy Chicago’s wares.
I wanted to walk through Grant Park and down the Lake Shore trail for about 30 miles and/or until my legs become weak and I take a bus home.
But of course, on the very day I have this sensation… I have to catch a plane in 30 minutes and sit in a seat for an eternity next to the sleeping upper middle management fat guy and the screaming pre-high school kids who were raised by parents that obviously didn't choose an abortion because they were LAZY.
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