March 2009
108 posts
Same rule applies to Howard the Duck.
I was so going to go to sleep, but then Big Trouble in Little China came on, and family tradition dictates now I must watch it.
My brother is the coolest person alive… Both of them are, actually.
Luke, I do not want your secret Internet cupcakes. They are filthy, I don’t know where they’ve been.
Chipotle tacos are huuuuge gut bombs… Thanks Luke. Hope I can stay awake thru the movie.
February 2009
153 posts
I am not moving from this spot all weekend.
I reiterate, it’s nice to know lots of really great people all over the place.
Just got “randomly” searched by a TSA goon who made sure to ask me if there was anything good in the issue of Harper’s I was reading.
…that smell in the airport is Orwell’s mouldering corpse BTW.
It’s nice to have really good people who like you everywhere.
We get panicked at such odd times and with such little notice around here.
Just recrafted Frankenstein… again. Missing a couple of neck-bolts still, but more or less intact.
My pledge to myself: Erase sleep debt this weekend. Should be cake, Zero responsibility.
Belay that tweet…. I meant to say that I was the numbah one big winnah.
I win!
Should’ve passed out @ 8 like my body suggested.
Sunset approaching. Positioning chair for maximum appreciation
When the going gets tough, the tough get Dolemite. If you’re with me, meet me at the house.. on the hill.. in Pasadena! Bring your nunchuks
Ready to go home - clock not cooperating.
You know what’s ruining america? Questions! That’s what’s causing all the problems. Cut it out, you guys.
Yes… it’s definitely this shit again.
Jesus H. Christ!!! - “Sesame” is not a flavor.
Hitting the wall.
Holy Crap! I’m making Television!
Another day, another blue progress bar.
Hmmm… I think if I can just make it to Friday, a lot of things will fall into place.
Late night of Filibusterin’. And work early in the AM. Ugh. The things we do for our art.
Crying for asses, opening tonight for. Mammoth sex ring at the echo.
El super taco = what I miss most about Westwood
Tweeting from Busby’s
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His name is Downey Potes, ladies and gentlemen… Mr. Downey Potes.
Stop the presses, apparently Downey Potes has just been diagnosed with SIDS.
Best hippie line ever, even though I didn’t hear it personally: “I’m just going through a phase where I’m really into glass right now.”
The word “tenderoni” is, unequivocally, Chromeo’s greatest contribution to Western culture.
Reviewing my students’ research on the La Brea tar pits. Saw they had an article by Anthony R Friscia. They get full credit.
Yeehaw!! Git a move on, Slappy! We gotta get this hijacked load of lik ‘em aid stix back to the Robbers’ Roost before naptime!!!
Instead of doing work, I choose to do nothing.
The results are in. Home is better than work. That is all.
Sometimes there just aren’t enough rocks. As true today as when it was first spoken.
Is all of a sudden excited to work on this damn jail girl bullshit again… shhh - don’t tell Canada.
Protip: Eating raw onions on a regular basis can help stave off scurvy - as well as make it less likely you’ll contract an S.T.I.
I’m super-pissed. And super-vising.
Ugh… Once again I have exited Armenian coffee’s mysterious 7-day “tastes good” window. Now it just tastes like hot mud.
Um, peanut butter and jelly sundae? Fuck yes I am a genius, thanks for asking.
I’m a dork, ‘cuz I just wrote a poem.