Let’s say your new computers break every 6 months. Your peg-leg neighbor tells you they’re only good for parts, then sells them. True story.
Monthly Archives: April 2012
I wish I’d never seen the “Your Company’s Computer Guy!” skit on SNL. It debases my skills (and the song gets stuck in my head).
Dammit! What I should’ve said was “looks like competition for Queen of the Hipsters is heating up.” Apologies.
It’s a family name… somewhere… probably.
“When you ship a 38-gallon drum of nail polish, it has to go special hazmat class. They also have 56-gallon drums.” #shitlynaesays
Someone is regaling me about how cheap it is to get 10 pounds of custom glitter. Guess who.
Dr. Hal’s contribution to instagr.am/p/JYrAxbyVzD/‘s art book @ Chez Poulet
Warehouse dinner. I get to sit at the adult table! pic.twitter.com/Lw3Ohp87
Certainly one thing Sacramento has in it’s favor: it’s flat.
“I rode my bike!” she says. “I can’t beat the high score in soltar (solitaire) and now it makes me want to ride my bike!” she says.
~30% of my sneezes taste like honey. There’s no explanation for it, but others online identify as “honey-sneezers”.
As I’m fond of observing: most people are interesting, but most people have no idea WHY they’re interesting.
I followed you before you were cool.
Midnight bicycle ride. In the rain. Inner hopeless romantic satisfied.
RT: “Marvis” huh? What’s that about?
Oftentimes, midden-heaps have walls so one doesn’t inadvertently fall in.
Wylie Wingo Wendell Zebest, alias “Marvis”.
The Tuesday at noon siren gets played on. Interesting.
Nitrous at the dentist is every bit as great as I imagined. I should have gotten a cavity years ago.
OH: “Have you ever seen a chinchilla crap? They’re soulless.”
I thought it was lavender!
A letter from a bank saying the account has gained 1 cent in interest. A letter which cost 45 cents to mail.
Today marks 5 years in this apartment. That’s longer than I’ve been on Twitter, and thus longer than I’ve needed to announce such things.
You’re not a slut, you just live in a den of hookups. From someone who’s lived in hostels.
You have to spend money to make money. Coincidentally, spending money often factors into losing money.
“Ingénue” does not have a male equivalent. You win this round, conventional gender roles.
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a snake eating its own tail — forever.