Sausage Has Always Been One Of My Favorite Words...

even before i saw this:

sorry old horse...seriously, geniuses.

some more woody sort of words:

parfait, as in alternating layers of ice cream, fruit, nuts, syrups, and other assorted confections served in a tall, narrow glass (Old French)
parquet, as in alternating patterns of short strips or blocks of various woods and sometimes other materials (Old French)
Parkay, as in the butter-substitute (Corporate America)
figment, as in something sweet and biblical dancing through my fantasies
(Fucked Up Kid)
lover's spat, as in not interested (Feverish and Celibate)

And finally the answer to this little riddle:
Turtles are in fact reptiles! (not amphibians as some have come to suppose)
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In The City In The Morning After The Rain

A collection of alternating but unrelated quotes and pictures from my recent week excursion to NYC:

"This is when he really turns it up....he's doing it like he's about to save the world."
-Ricky B. revisiting the Star Wars Kid video (5 years later).



"We gotta get some peanut M&M's up in this motherfucker!" -Ricky B.



"We're a bunch of weird ass hackers" -Ricky B.



"There's only one reason I like you...and I'm not even sure what it is anymore."
-Ricky B. after I gave him 3 to 4 reasons why I like the singer Jewel.



"We're having chuckles and we need 2 more knuckles." -Jonny Unstoppable



"Vintage...like a T-Top Camaro." -Jonny Unstoppable referring to the comment above this one




A: you fucked up!
R: I fucked up? You fucked up!



R: I fucked up
A: how?
R: I was born!


also, i'd like to reiterate that i'm not a fan of New York City except for the food, my friends, and all the swedish music we jammed!

Duly Noted

Some noteworthy phrases / words/ subjects / songs:



Epstein Barr, as in the poet


squirmish, as in "a wriggling motion"


skirmish, as in "a brisk conflict"


sucker, as in "plants will not sucker" but not to be confused with the context implied in the titles/content of these most excellent songs:







water haters, as in this song:

Braid : Niagara

Just A Fucked Up Kid, No One Ever Gives You A Break!

I keep thinking that some epiphanous moment is right around the corner...say, for instance, that i watched All I Wanna Do (Strike!) one night and a light went on (at first i thought this luminous moment might have something to do with Rachael Leigh Cook and I getting married...but i found out she's taken). Fuck celebrity crushes, what i'm saying here is...maybe that TO catch hit me harder than i thought.


















In the meantime, I'd like to take this time to share a few extraordinary things:

• My liquid shower gel smells like a Cadbury egg filled with mangos. Somehow i still manage to smell like shit most of the time.

• Mix tapes for imaginary people are afoot. This song may appear on one of them...

• Critical Realism is out...Bathetic Fantasy is in!

Tonight I Shed A Tear For T.O.

I have a feeling about this year...and it's not looking so good.

But damn remember when the 49ers beat the Packers in 1998. A lot has changed in 9 years.