Monthly Archive for September, 2008

calling Dad

“Hey!”

“So, uh, you remember the Cuban missile crisis, right?”

“Somewhat.”

“Was it scarier than this?”

“Scarier than what?”

“THIS.  Right now, this.  The banks.”

“Oh.  Well, yeah!  We all thought we were going to die.”

“Okay.  I just, well–this is the scariest things have been in my adult lifetime, so I just needed some perspective.”

“Yeah, the Cuban missile crisis was scarier.”

“All right, then.  Thanks.”

on a sesame seed bun

Here’s what a McDonalds hamburger from 1996 looks like today, in case you were wondering.  Wow. (via hankins)

cosby sweater

Shaun knows more about High Fidelity than I could ever hope to in my lifetime.  I see what he means about the main characters not being emulation-worthy.

I require lots of music to drown out the sounds of clapping and cheering from some sort of motivational meeting taking place across the hall, which sounds are making me irritable, hence the angsty indie rock.

Right now I’m sick of every band that isn’t Interpol, Stars, the National, Wolf Parade, or Helvetia.  I want to listen to something else!

Dude, Internet

Why do I keep getting crushes on internet dudes?  YOU ARE NOT REAL, INTERNET DUDES.

sad cone dog

portrait of a dog who hates me




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