Monday, September 29, 2008


Some spam comments on youtube are amazingly funny:
few years ago, two parents went out for
dinner. A few hours later, the babysitter was
calling to ask if she could cover up the clown
statue in the kids' room, the father
said,"Take the kids and get out of the
house. We'll call the police, we don't have a
clown statue." The "clown
statue" is really a killer that escaped
from jail. If you don't post this letter on to
10 videos tonight, the clown will be in your
bed at 3:00 am with a chainsaw in his hand

Hubert Cumberdale

I watched mostly all of salad fingers the other day. Pretty good stuff.

And I also, something made me think of this, I also found an amazing cover/version of the Reading Rainbow theme song. It's one of those 8bit NES or whatever things, and I adore it. Is techno too, I suppose. I am not good with recognizing music genres. Besides country. I hate that stuff. So yesss. You can download this wonderfully oldschool song here.

And then there's this, which is all kinds of amazing. I love Rhett and Link so freaking much.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

rejig, ole henchman

I just got four Mountain Goats albums in the mail today. So that is what I'll be doing tonight. Or this morning. Whoah. It's 3.

Just had some kind of variety of Cheerios. ShayCarl is extremely funny.

Those two statements are unrelated. Other than by the fact that sometimes cereal reminds me of Shay. As do watermelon, peanut butter, squash, lettuce, barbecue sauce, red vines, supreme nachos, flour, cupcakes, and hot wings.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Cause who doesn't like pork rinds?

Very soon I will be composing a super awesome fanperson excited entry of extremely epic proportions (alliteration is dumb) because I have found another entity with which I've fallen in complete love. (That sentence sounds weird because I made it not end with a preposition.)

Everybody knows, or at least everybody who knows me well knows, or at least I know, that I tend to/always obsess (or another similar but slightly different word that I cannot think of at the moment) over/about (I use slashes too much. [and parenthesis]) things once I stumble upon them.

The first was Back to the Future in the beginning of 2005, when I was 14. I remember this clearly, and I don't know why. During a basketball game at school, Sam was talking to someone about warm up music, and I heard him say something about using the BTTF theme song. I thought about how I hadn't watched those movies in a long time, and when I got home, or the next day, or whatever, I watched them. Had forgotten how wonderful they were. I watched them over and over. I looked online for sites about them. I found and joined their message board. This was right when we first got dial-up internet and was what started my undying love affair (what?) with the internet (which is not a truck, but a series of tubes).

I watched the movies so frequently that I had the vast majority of Part I memorized. I learned everything about the actors and crew and filming and such. Discussed all this on the forums. Moved over to the forums in April 05 and posted an insane amount as well. Made a bunch of friends, but the site's mostly defunct now, and none of them have been there for a few years.

Am not so much enamored with Back to the Future any more. I still am completely in love with those movies, but am not all crazy active in the fandom.

Also, some time in the middle of that long and pointless story I got a xanga account and kept a blog on there until March of 2006-ish.

And then I made a livejournal account in June and wrote in there sometimes daily, mostly weekly, always monthly up until I started here.

Um.....all of that's to say that I get obsessed with things. And that I am really excited about this new thing. And that it may be one of the things with which I've fallen in love most deeply. Again with the preposition thing. Sorry.

That is all.

Ah, and also, I enjoy stealing things from John Hodman: Author, Former Professional Literary Agent, Deranged Millionaire, Resident Expert, and PC.

[If you can tell with whom I've fallen in love by the subject line, mad <3]

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

so this is what the volume knob's for

I am in love with the Mountain Goats so hard. John Darnielle? asdflkjla;kds AMAZING. Everything about his music is perfect....he's so freaking....wonderful. I'm horrible at describing stuff like this....can't find the words to describle my thoughts. I just know that his music makes me happy. In a horribly melancholy way. His lyrics are beautiful....all literary and whatnot. Haha wow, I am having a HARD time explaining. The words coupled with the music are absolutely ridiculously perfect. So amazing. Amazing, perfect, wonderful, beautiful. That is all.

Ordered 4 albums from Amazon a few days ago (Full Force Galesburg, Sweden, All Hail West Texas, The Coroner's Gambit). Also got the books Paper Towns and An Abundance of Katherines by the inimitable John Green who also adores the Mountain Goats, in all probability and likelihood and such more than I do. Definitely more than I do. I heard about them from him. And the foreword (I think) of Paper Towns contains a Mountain Goats lyric: "People say friends don't destroy one another / What do they know about friends?"

There are two songs in particular I've become obsessed with - "Dance Music" and "Palmcorder Yajna." The first is from the album The Sunset Tree which is a narrative, even kinda has a story arc, of Darinelle's childhood and his abusive father. And everything about this song...I feel such a connection with his emotions and....stuff. Blah. Can't explain.
alright I'm on johnson avenue in san luis obispo
and I'm five years old or six maybe.
and indications there's something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily
I'm in the living room watching the watergate hearings
while my step father yells at my mother.
launches a glass across the room, straight at her head
and I dash upstairs to take cover.
lean in close to my little record player on the floor.
so this is what the volume knobs for.

I listen to dance music.
dance music.

ok so look I'm seventeen years old,
and you're the last best thing I've got going.
but then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you.
what am I supposed to do?
no way of knowing,
so I follow you down your twisting alleyways,
find a few cul de sacs of my own.
there's only one place where this road ever ends up.
and I don't want to die alone.
let me down, let me down, let me down gently.
when the police come to get me

I'm listening to dance music.
dance music.
And then the other song, "Palmcorder Yajna" is just lovely. Even though it's about methamphetamines and also possibly death.
Holt Boulevard
Between Gary and White
Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge
Set ourselves up for the night

Carpenter ants in the dresser
Flies in the screen
It will be too late by the time we learn
What these cryptic symbols mean

And I dreamt of a house
Haunted by all you tweakers with your hands out
And the headstones climbed up the hills
And the headstones climbed up the hills

Send somebody out for soda
Comb through the carpet for clues
Reflective tape on our sweatpants
Big holes in our shoes
Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more
Laugh lines on our faces
Scale maps of the ocean floor

And I dreamt of a camera
Pointing out from inside the televsion
And the aperture yawning and blinking
And the headstones climbed up the hills

If anybody comes to see me
Tell 'em they just missed me by a minute
If anybody comes in to our room while we're asleep
I hope they incinerate everybody in it

And I dreamt of a factory
Where they manufactured what I needed
Using shiny new machines
And the headstones climbed up the hills

Monday, September 8, 2008

Where. Is. CATLAND?

I've stumbled upon epicness. This's....insane. I hope it goes viral.

"This is a story about a cat who goes to live with her relatives in a distant land called Catland."

In my opinion, "
'Cause in some countries personal vehicles are not allowed" may just be one of the best lyrics of our time.