September 2009
2 posts
August 2009
7 posts
Chipotle is judging you.
I was once told by a friend of mine that, while attempting to purchase a burritto from Chipotle, he was forced to wait in line for ten minutes while the customer in front of him forced the people working the burritto assembly line to stop, get a manager, and wait while he complained that the burritomatons behind the counter weren’t being “courteous enough”.
I see this sort of...
This, also, is a good song. By a caucasian rapping...
Huh. Julia Stiles does the first thing I remember... →
Made of Win
So, my dad is a good, good man. I love him to death, and he’s never been anything but great to me.
That said, he’s one step away from being a good-old-boy. He’s an ex-Marine, ex-cop, and generally the majority of his views are diametrically opposed to mine. If we had lived together since I was seven, I figure we probably would have fought a lot at some point. And this is true of...
Man, Veronica Mars was a good show.
So, that’s what I’m watching. And doing laundry. And not writing. Not writing is what takes up most of my time lately.
The parkour feels good, and it’s getting me to work out more regularly. Oh, right, I’m doing parkour now. Once a week. Convinced Kevin to take a class with me last week and he’s determined to come as often as possible.
New fictional role-model:...
Alright.
Been a while. I still don’t take or view nearly enough pictures or interesting internet things to be on here, mainly sticking to the same few sites and minimal poking around, and yet I keep coming back, time after time, hoping it might eventually stick and that I can straddle one more bandwagon.
It’s Wednesday. I’m going to go buy some comic books.
May 2009
10 posts
Sick.
Cough. Fuck.
“What lies in the shadow of the statue?”
“DEEZ NUUUUTS!!!”
– CJ Meeks, as Richard Alpert
Was listening to this song today. It’s nice....
Hey! Something nobody cares about!
Alright, here’s another portion of my life I’m willing to commit to text: symbols.
Yup, they really are pretty vitally important to my life. Or at least to any portion of my life that I regard as meaningful. You might ask: Cire, what does this mean, in terms of how you live day-to-day?
Good question! It means that I live a lonely, impulsive, argumentative and laregely frusterating...
Wet Riffs →
Discussing my work with my grandmother
Grandma: Does your project have a title?
Me: Yeah it's called orphaned
Grandma: Abortion?
Me: No, no, no, no, no.
Ah, and now Truly makes sense.
Sane Man
Watching Bill Hicks: Sane Man, finally, after having borrowed it months ago. This is a regular tendency for me. I’ve gone and bought other movies, watched those, rewatched videos I’ve had lying around, hell, even other stand-up videos that I’ve had, and now I finally deign to watching this.
I’ve always found Bill Hicks funny, but I’m also pretty much of the opinion...
Lets get this straight:
I don’t take nearly enough pictures to be on this fucking thing.
Imagining that I might have followers is a mighty task, since most of my friends in real life merely spend their time around me in a mild sort of tolerance that they try to maintain, because I webbed them in with my charm and at this point bashing my skull in with a rock would constitute major problems for their continued...
September 2008
3 posts
“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each...”
– Hob Gadling
So.
Apparently everyone says this thing would be really great for me. And by everyone, I mean Nick Mundy, the authority on….
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Fuck, why did I sign up for this thing?
Well, it’s free. It’s got that going for me, anyway. It’s probably another in the many things I’ll sign up for and then forget about for about six months, come back to once, make a post...
