Archive for July, 2011

July 29, 2011

Failure is totally an option.

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Failure is totally an option.

In which I discuss writer’s block, and how it never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever goes away, NEVER EVER.




July 25, 2011

Lucky 13

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Lucky 13

OH GOD NO! IT’S A PODCAST! HUMANS, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!




July 23, 2011

BOYBOMB: RIP, Amy

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BOYBOMB: RIP, Amy

I came home from a memorial for a friend to find that Amy Winehouse had died. Fortunately, our friend Geoffrey was ready with a response. RIP, Ames.




July 22, 2011

Self, effacing

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Self, effacing

Break out the fuzzy lens and smear it with Vaseline, ’cause none of us is getting any younger, though some of us are certainly dedicated to trying.




July 19, 2011

The tragedy of the blue daisy

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The tragedy of the blue daisy

Look, a happy flower! I will now ruin it for you. Prepare to be depressed in delightful new ways, as we present another episode of “Late Night Ill-Advised Blogging Theater.”




July 15, 2011

Undergun

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Undergun

Don’t make me use this, because I will.




July 11, 2011

Flipping

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Flipping

In which I tire of writing and deleting, and resort to going through my recent notebook for things to post.




July 5, 2011

Excuses. Excuses.

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Excuses. Excuses.

I meant to write about the fireworks, and how they always strike me as dazzling and awful at the same time, such dumbshows of human hubris, but how I can’t resist the visual spectacle, the satisfaction of watching things blow up, seeing matter shatter into shimmering shards (ucch, alliteration, SO undergraduate), but then I went off on some other I don’t know what and never got around to it.