She’s the coolest in the world. And she’s the kind of girl that’s makes you insecure, but when she wakes up in the morning, she’s always thinking about me. Who are you and where did you come from? And what to do now that I live a billion miles from you…
Archive for May, 2010
Michel, you’re so clear in conversation; why is your written work so obscure?
That’s because, in order to be taken seriously by French philosophers, twenty-five percent of what you write has to be impenetrable nonsense.
The most famous suckers are Elvis Presley, James Dean, and the most photographed universally known of them all – Marilyn Monroe. But the times are changing and you’ll see that the last chance will be an Atari Teenage Riot.
A couple hours ago, I spontaneously decided to record a Smashing Pumpkins acoustic cover. Feel free to check it out, and excuse the computer mic.
The last words of Thomas J. Grasso, executed by injection on March 20th, 1995:
I did not get my Spaghetti-O’s, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.
Is it weird if I hang there alone for that long?
No, it’s Starbucks. They’re in the business of renting seats to loiterers and including free coffee.
After fixing my bike again (and being told to “stay in [my] neighbourhood” due to its unknown level of reliability), I decided to take a little cruise down the waterfront this evening. A little cruise turned into a two and a half hour journey, and my legs turned into jelly.
Here are some things I saw.
