December 2008
No/8
I need your help, anyone. I’m making a short film about proposition 8. It is not documentary but more along the lines of Tout va bien or La chinoise. However I need some footage/photos/accounts from anyone who went to any of the larger protests or from anyone who had any poignant/interesting/significant stories leading up to/and after election day. Please reblog and thank you. My email is at...
November 2008
Reading girls
is like reading Kafka in first grade.
Dr. Boner, the Musical
is not the title of the pilot we’re filming but a joke from on set. Anyway, yesterday we filmed for 12 hours and it was exhausting and hilarious. I’m a little pissed I didn’t get a haircut prior to this because now I can’t cut my ridiculous shag until we wrap.
We filmed a scene today in which two characters chase a mouse around. Well, this mouse is now in our apartment...
David Wain and Paul Rudd Are Funnier Than Mystery →
I like your hair. It’s silky as shit. Did you buy it? Is it a weave, you cheap dumb hooker?
Dancing Plague of 1518 →
This is amazing. Who wants to dance with me?
Classic Vampirism
A glass of Baileys with Mulder and Scully makes for an amazing Saturday afternoon.
Pavement Summer Babe (Winter Version)
Fuck yeah....
christinahaberkern:
Nothing like being on a dinner date and having the dude’s car battery die. This is my life…
Well I’ve had mine die too, don’t think less of us.
“Well here I stand a broken man
If I could I would raise my hands
I come before...”
– Menomena Muscle n’ Flo
The Knife Is Writing An Opera... →
ericanicole:
The Knife Is Writing An Opera… Olof Dreijer Currently In The Amazon, Field Recording Animals, Fish and Plants…
Siked for this but seeing as how Jeff Mangum has been field recording for some time I think he should fucking write one.
Fucking A
I’m pretty sure I just got snubbed by some of my good friends. Which isn’t like them and maybe there is a better reason but it feels pretty shitty right now when I’m sitting at home when I thought we had plans.
Bored
I finished cleaning, which feels good, and now I’m just lounging around watching Band of Brothers and having a drink. I wish there was more going on right now or I had more money so I could better occupy myself.
I like a clean place
And I cleaned yesterday and the day before. My scatterbrain roommate just forgets a lot and I think he left for Thanksgiving. So unfortunately I will have to clean his pasta dishes and other things so that it doesn’t sit here for 4 days. Goddamnit.
Friendsgiving
My family doesn’t live in California and the extended family that does aren’t doing anything for Thanksgiving that I’d like to attend. So my sister and I will be stumbling through cooking our own Thanksgiving. I think my old roommate might come over too and anyone in the world is invited. This might end up being a lonely holiday season.
Shit
Every now and then something miniscule triggers a life altering memory. Like the band Hot Water Music. When I was 15 or so I was at a new highschool and was befriended by some older kids. They took me to a HWM show. At one point Kyle went to get some beers (we were living in Germany) and Lauren and I were left alone waiting for the band to come on. We were sitting on this riser and after an...
"Make sure to trigger the fireworks." →
quidmeanxiussum:
I am convinced this was written by someone I know. But who? I want names. And numbers.
Read this.
o rly?
“Hey, I’m not sure why we’re friends on Facebook seeing as how we have never met or talked or anything but I’m pretty much in love with you now so why don’t you put that in your pipe and smoke it.”
And another message unsent because I understand that this humor comes off only as creepy to other humans yet to me I only see a joke in that statement. Oh well.
“I’ve got my body and my mind in the same place and I know happiness is all...”
An Erotic Disney Story
auberginejean:
FROM “REGGIE SCHNITTELBAUM” (Names changed to protect the guilty.)
“Gawrsh!”
“When I was a young man, I was really into the WWF. I lived, breathed, pissed and ate steel cage matches, stone cold stunners, and chokeslams. So when I went on vacation to Disneyland with my father at the age of nine, I was constantly distracted with images of wrestling moves. It was a great but...
Douglas Eugene
Me: Hey, call Preston and tell him to meet us downstairs in 2 minutes.
Doug: OK
phone rings
Doug: (angrily) Hey are you wearing your beret you fucking faggot?
hangs up.
Doug: He's ready.
Jordan: Does he really have a beret?
Me: No.
If facebook knew me better:
Today’s feed would run something more like this:
Your ex, whom you have been dying to ‘accidentally run in to’, was tagged in an album of a party you decided not to go to.
