this is my last post about twitter for a while, i swear

the world seems stranger every day i live in it

the greatest google predicament in contemporary art history.

dear amazon.com,

please stop recommending anthologies of
hal foster's prince valiant comic strips.

surely by now, you must realize that
i am interested solely in a completely different
hal foster

sincerely,
me.

where is my mind?!

ok, so i seriously almost quoted part of this song in verbatim today in conversation
(signs of a culturally-deprived, artistically-deficient, geographically-disabled childhood)

WHAT THE FUCK!



I know. It doesn't work. Jimmy Buffett sucks. If you really need to see it you can just click
here.



okay, but seriously:

WHAT THE FUCK?!

why is it that i am able to have jimmy buffett committed to memory, but not barthes?
what do i have to do to make that shift in literacy or cognition or whatever happen?
maybe i should just listen to more of this?

there is no reason why i should be telling anyone about this except that i have a blog and can subject you to my whims

if you must know what i am doing right now

i am drunk
and sweaty
from the heat of
the outdoors and
parties
and i am listening to this

while trying to read this


it was a very bad idea.
a little overwhelming
to say the least.
in fact it all just makes me want to
bang my head against a hard surface
while wailing unintelligible intonations.

EEEHUIHUIHUIHUIHUIHUIHUI

(you said it ms. monk)

i'm going to go do something sensible now.

creatures of horror

Equal extremes of pathos and revulsion are born from the fact that the Baby appears so intolerably real -- at least, it's a credible representation of how a foetus might appear if not allowed to develop beyond the pre-human stage. For this, the credit, as with much else, belongs to Lynch. Having designed and built the Baby, he then maximized its original impact by ensuring that no stills of it were released during the publicity stage.




"There might not be a Hannah Montana if it wasn't for David Lynch"