Wednesday, February 25, 2009

And then my friend Hambone said, "You're a fucking Picasso painting."

Tonight someone said something was a bad idea, to which I replied, "You know, Nabokov had some Vlad ideas."

Friday, February 20, 2009

It felt like it was gonna be all explode-y

I was getting gas today, when a guy pulled up at the pump next to me and proceeded to fill up with his car still running. That cannot be a good idea, even if the odds of the boomy-boom are relatively low. I distanced myself from the pumps until mine was done, and nothing blew up.

Still, what the fuck, dude?

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

This could be the sign that my total mental collapse is nigh

I've had this song by The Fray stuck in my head all goddamn day after hearing it in some stupid fucking commercial.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

For the record, it was wet

My mom and pops came to visit today. One of the first things out of her mouth: "Is your hair wet or dirty?"

It's nice to know I'm continuing to keep expectations plenty low.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

First Commenter on Blog Post #500 Wins A Free Large Plastic Thing!

So I first got into NPR's All Songs Considered when I was living in New Zealand, where I (a) had to drive 30 miles to buy a new CD, (b) had to drive [infinity symbol] miles to buy a guitar, (c) was disgusted by all the radio stations, and (e) quickly grew tired of all .047 GBs on my iPod. So in search of new music I would drop quarters into the slots at the internet cafe and sit downloading Podcast after Podcast, and while I think All Songs Considered is a misnomer, still I love Bob Boilen and his enthusiasm and most of the music they play I've never heard and some of it I like.

From there I discovered that if one is willing to search, one can download all kinds of awesome NPR stuff. My soul mate, Terry Gross, is there. APM's Marketplace. Woebegone. The car guys. All their news. The Music Podcast. I snorted all this information in a quick month or two. I took it straight to the dome.

A coworker of mine got fed up with all the NPR I was playing at work because, as he quite obviously points out, they're all communists - most of the government sponsored classical music I listen to is communist, most of my facial expressions are communist, all of my opinions are communist, my family is communist, my socks are fringe neo-communist. "Good morning, Comrade," he says to me when I walk in.

So I branched away from NPR and found and even more exciting world of Podcasts. The New Yorker. Selected Shorts. Basic Brewing Radio. Big Ideas. The One That Plays Hours Of West African Pop Music. And now I'm listening to Pandora Radio. Ask me how I got from Astor Piazzolla to Morgan Feldman in three moves.

Sadly, friend who has stuck with me for all these paragraphs, there is no point to this post. I'm just high as a kite on all kinds of sweet downloadable information.