Jem • 24
Finally reloaded this CD so I could convert to MP3. We’re going 100% digital and vinyl. I’m parting with perhaps 100s of CDs. Today I’ve verified they exist in my iTunes. Garage sale next Saturday now beyond legit.
Found this little dude wandering the main road in our neighborhood. Looks like we’ve got a visitor for a couple days. Unfortunately, cannot keep him at this time.UPDATE: He’s back home!!! Someone saw my flyers in the hood and called. Such a sweet little guy. We took him to a record store and to dinner. His real name is Shorty. In 5 hours he went from being called Jefferson to Yoda to Hey Man to Dude. We settled on Dude.
One 11-pager down…
Almost… two more to go!
It turns out I can knock this shit out with BTBAM, The Agonist, and Black Dahlia Murder iTunes Radio blasting. I mean, it could be 3500 words of gobbledegook, but it looks nice. I’ve got bullshitting down to a science, people.
Is it time for beer yet?
Sōcrates smells like a bunghole. Last time I gave him a bath, he hated me for literally a year and a half. True story. In our VA house we had a washtub in the basement. Cats don’t like baths, man. I call horseshit on cats bathing themselves bit. His mouth smells like a goblin took a dump in there. Plus he licks his butt constantly. A simple corollary notion—cleaning by licking with a doodoo mouth is not cleaning. Cats need real baths with soap and water!
Enough of that. I’m still alive, folks…barely.
Oh, this paper is titled- The Idea of Parity of Esteem in the Good Friday Peace Agreement: A Narrative in Postcolonial Language. Fun stuff! Actually quite interesting, I only wish I had the time to devote proper research to the topic right now.
Yes, I’m writing about the Good Friday Agreement on “good Friday.” You can probably guess my feelings on today.
ZOMBIES! (I’m ready!)
"Stalking Is Normal" by The Pack A.D.
From the Vancouver-based duo’s album Do Not Engage. It’s an uneven release, but the songs only vary from decent to amazing. They’re moody, they’re melodic, and their best lyrics are (to my ears) like when a girl you’re kinda falling for levels with you about her weird shit: You’re gonna need a goddamn seatbelt for this ride, dude.
A study from Princeton and Northwestern Universities concludes that U.S. political policy is determined by the economic elite, not the majority of citizens.
No shit. I’ve mentioned this just a few times. [HERE]
Latest discourse from the Wordpress joint. At this point, only pumping out once a month or so… ya know, busy livin’ and all! Hope you like.
As per ush, no edits ftw!