obfuscated girl

i heart john darnielle, part one.

this is why.

(this is from the article. I am lazy today.)
"...if it was my band I would have called it LAS BANDITAS but then again I am a pedant. Almost wrote "peanut." Wait here while I stop giggling about that.

Ok I am back like a rebel makin' trouble! Banditas are a really good band with some of the best guitar solos I've heard on an indie rock record all year. It's a good year for indie rock guitar solos because I can off the top of my head name one other indie record with bitchin' solos. That record is Sleater-Kinney's The Woods and if you do not like that record then you do not like guitar solos, in which case go back to communist Russia or something, guitar solos are God's way of telling us He loves us very much and also that He invented sex, so we should not be miserable ingrates and hate on guitar solos all the time."

sfgmdyumdxfgbstrkjdjm.

I have sneezed approximately 450 times today. August is the cruelest month for those who are allergic to THE ENTIRE WORLD. I am also tired as hell because last night was spent monster dancing to "Thriller," and it was awesome even though my dreams of an entire choreographed club are never going to be realized. There was a lot of steam to be blown off; my job is ending in two weeks and I could not be happier, because the solitude and the repetition are absolutely killing me.
My home internets is down so I am posting this link that I ganked from another website to make up for the fact that there may never be original MP3s here again: Kanye West vs. Sufjan Stevens--Zombies Walk" (the hell you say.)
All this talk about zombies and "Thriller" makes me wish it were Halloween.
All this talk about Kanye makes me wish it were Tuesday.

yesssssssssssssssss

it worked!

I have been having huge amounts of trouble with this bitch lately. Not that the world has been biting its nails waiting for the next picture I found on Defamer, but *sniff* where is my creative outlet?
Regular bitchery and details of nervous breakdowns to resume shortly.

this is a test

if this does not show up after I hit post, I am going to hack the Intarweb.

things i learned from the internet at this job, part one

This sign is not photoshopped and it exists in Los Angeles:

(via BoingBoing. Wait, that just sounds dirty given the context....)
And do you know what the first thing I noticed about the sign was? The grammar.

officially official

"Speed Of Sound" is "Clocks Part Two Version 2005."
Also, Sage Francis is my new favorite person ever.

and i was drinking gasoline

I had a very involved dream about Brian Krakow last night. I was apparently going steady with him but we kept going to parties and such and I kept making out with other boys and having to explain to him that I still loved him but this was something that I Had To Do.
I have no idea what this means.
ps, if you are the boy who called me over the weekend and was all "hi I haven't talked to you in a while and you should call me back" and you didn't leave your name or a number where I could call you back: you are not exactly dumb, but you should know that when my phone is turned off it deactivates the caller ID and I have no idea who you are and it is and you are driving me nuts at the moment.
Among other things.
Namely lack of sleep.
That is, a full eight hours of sleep but with an overwhelming inexplicable feeling of the groggy.
That is all.

i done just wrote this poem

for the forums over here and I am recording it here because I am awesome, also so none of youse can steal it. snerk. I expect my Pulitzer nomination eminently.

BORED TEMP'S LOVE SONG

I stare at a computer screen all day
Can go eight hours without seeing a soul
My imagination withers all away.

Right now for me there is no other way
To make my rent save cleaning toilet bowls
I stare at a computer screen all day.

Looking at Gawker 40 times each day
Does nothing for my brain. Shit takes its toll.
My imagination withers all away.

I want to be bolder, rather than play
at having a career that makes me whole.
I stare at a computer screen all day.

People mean well, I'm sure, when they say
"Everyone needs something to fill the hole."
My imagination withers all away.

Some days I'm just so tired I sit and sway.
I've crawled under the bottom of God's sole.
I stare at a computer screen each day.
My imagination withers all away.