I’ll start off by saying that I feel like something of an asshole for constantly lamenting my lack of interesting things to say, then spouting 1000+ words of apparent opinion, fact, and bullshit. The fact is that sometimes I do get ideas, concrete building blocks on which to build bloggery. Most of the time …
I have virtually nothing to say. But wait, I can’t go into this second guessing myself. This is, after all, a blog, by the process of elimination. In that, I mean that I am not selling anything, providing truly noteworthy (Up-To-The-Minute Sports And Weather) content. It must be a blog. And if one is to …
Image of the surface of Mars taken by HiRise, the imaging part of the Department of Planetary Science at the University of Arizona. Here we see pink dunes being eroded by winds, which are exposing the grey material beneath. Trippy. Felt like sharing. RJC
I begin writing today at 10:17PM, and it is a slightly unpleasant 82 degrees fahrenheit in the house. Outdoor temperatures got up to over 100 today, which is not really that fun. I spent much of the day at the mall engaging in air-conditioned browsing, something I normally wouldn’t do. Sheer heat, illness and an …
Meshuggah’s “Bleed” is one of those tunes that makes you feel really overwhelmed and frankly, a little afraid. First off, the speed the drummer’s feet must be travelling at for most of the song is terrifying. Second, the whole thing has an off, seasick feel to it. Sliding around somewhere outside the rhythmic constraints …
Random comic art appreciation. I’ve been reading 100 Bullets recently, Brian Azzarello’s epic crime/grit series which focuses largely on a mysterious criminal organization called The Trust, who used to employ hitmen called The Minutemen. In issue 26, the art gets farmed out in a series of would-be covers, single pages displaying some serious talent. Above …
Hrrrk. That’s the first thing I said this morning, and I feel like it should go on here. I just spent a day dealing with children who did not want to be dealt with, and that’s still how I feel. It’s a somewhere between the sound of someone realizing they made a mistake …
Seriously. I had no real idea. I was dimly aware that the last day of October was passing me by, but instead of the autumnal pastiche of yellow leaves and party vomit, I was basking in sunlight. I took in summer sights and weather, and saw only a modicum of particularly enthusiastic young people dressed …
