underemployment
The internet! Where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives!
Mister Rogers “Make a Journal” iPhone/iTouch app for kids! (via PBS)
Kidlets can make a journal with Daniel Tiger!! Ohhh my heartstrings.
Are there any real Hobos at the Convention?
There are many former and current hobos, tramps and rail-riders who join us at the Convention
Can anyone become Hobo King or Hobo Queen?
To be elected King you must be a true rail-rider. You must pass a committee of hobos who will test your worthiness to run.
” -Because there’s a Hobo Museum, of course.
Everything in a photograph is possible evidence. It depends on the questions we are asking and trying to answer.
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We read correctly or incorrectly a photographer’s intentions into every photograph we see. We also imagine the intentions of the people in a photograph. We see intentions everywhere. We even see them in the blind patterns of nature.
” -“The Case of the Inappropriate Alarm Clock”
It’s embarrassing how long it took me to focus long enough to read this series; it’s fascinating.
Exactly the right song, exactly the right time. And anyway, it’s a pretty perfect song, all on its own.
(Skeeter Davis - “The End of the World”)
definitely far from worst
I didn’t think Jennifer’s Body was so terrible. Actually, I liked it. It was certainly more entertaining than any other gory horror movie I’ve ever seen, though I don’t actually like much at all in that genre. Jennifer’s Body was funny, though, and clever without being cutesy, which was one of Juno’s big problems, all mugging for you and tap-dancing like a low-rent Shirley Temple impersonator. Jennifer’s Body winks at the audience too frequently, but I think even the girls’ makeout scene made sense, and Amanda Seyfried is great in everything—seeing her all averaged-out was strange, considering how ridiculously pretty she is—and the Low Shoulder plot was all right, too; I mean, it wasn’t super-scary or anything, but it made me jump, and made me laugh, and having a movie about girls, by ladies is a good thing. Not everything has to be 100 percent the greatest to be praiseworthy.
And Megan Fox, she’s OK; I think she’s very good-looking, and it’s fun to see her in a bunch of outfits (outfits! the reason I am all right with most models). Or, you know, aesthetically pleasing. Outfits and “acting” are more interesting than some gross Stuff magazine spread, ruffled underpants, vacant eyes, open mouth: gross, boring. Plus this isn’t about dudes. It’s aggressively not about dudes, I think, despite them being sort of the catalyst for the big story, and that’s refreshing. Rushmore remains one of my favorites, despite its being a film of a boy’s journey of self-discovery &c. that is supposed to be universal. That’s not news, “boy” = “everyone,” but that doesn’t mean I have to like it, and when a girl’s narrative is simply the universal narrative, instead of “girls’ narrative,” even in the marketing of the movie, it’s like a big present.
Of course my expectations for it were so low that its coherence alone made the movie exceed them; maybe it does deserve only five of 10 stars. I’d give it 7.5, though, maybe even 8; of all the solid, trashy films in the world, I’d watch Jennifer’s Body again tomorrow.
(then again I’m feeling pretty poorly toward dudes at the moment and thusly are storylines centering on them being eaten alive probably more entertaining to me than usual.) (probably.)
Grow these monsters on your own patch of sidewalk.
I used to hate pigeons, then my boyfriend showed me how wonderful they are. We aren’t together anymore, but I still love pigeons. So there’s a good thing that came out of it. Pigeons! They’re really the best, you guys. They’re super-birds.
ladies' vaginas: all wrong
Better use LINGER, the “internal feminine flavoring” mint! What? Yes, mints for your vagina, because that shit tastes WEIRD and not at all like a nice normal mouth that has just been cleansed with Listerine (or better: Lysol!), which it should because germs. And delicate palates!
Your boyfriend wishes you would use LINGER. He may not wish you to use his microwave to sterilize all your underpants because of your unending yeast infection, but is that so much to ask for a minty-fresh vagina? I think NOT.
God SFPL, way to take a fucked-up holiday and somehow worsen it. What a nightmare. I liked The Page, it’s a good bar, especially for being in the Haight; every time he referenced it in his shitty novel, it gave me the douche chills. Because, shut up, Dorst, don’t use one of the only non-touristy, non-disgusting bars in the neighborhood to make yourself sound cool. You are a bad bad writer and I feel bad for places that have somehow become associated with your awful book.
whoops, again
Someone has a very heavy hand, when she is pouring herself afternoon drinks to pass the countless fucking hours out here in suburbia. Someone needs to maybe learn to pour a little lighter, lest she find herself ha ha drunk on a late Tuesday afternoon, suddenly deciding that NOW IS THE TIME to shop for undergarments online.
Now is not the time, but don’t try telling me that after this enormous cuba libre (you get to use the fancy name when it’s just you and you’re writing it, and it includes an entire lime because it includes an entire can of Diet Coke because WHY NOT). Seriously what am I doing with my life. All this indolence and no Big Man even to pat me on the head and tell me I look pretty in that apron? Pathetic.
