Coconuts smell wretched

Done

p.s.a.

please welcome trireme to the unofficial blog ring! i eagerly await her updates, as they don't involve hookers or nosy/weirdo neighbors.

Blue valkyrie is now a level 80 champion

fuck you city of austin

if south austin is so great WHY DO YOU MAKE IT SO FUCKING HARD TO GET DOWN THERE BY CLOSING ALL THE STREETS? IT'S LIKE SOME OREGON TRAIL BULLSHIT UP IN HERE!

also, i like the corporate carrot on the starbucks at 38th and guadalupe. hooray for summer carrots!

Plastic bag man at heb

bite my lip and close my eyes

so who's going to see green day? are you totally wondering why they aren't allowing cameras? what if it sells out? did you get that new offspring album? what wave of ska are we on? did you find my flannel shirt at your house? what color laces am i supposed to wear with my docs?

what year is this again?

free ipod!

my brother gave me his old 30 gig, with special treats on it. well, he took off the more embarrassing stuff on it, like coldplay, but left me the darkness and david bowie and kind of a shit-ton of other things. i should find out how big his new one is; he got it through work. i have to buy some sort of power source for it: right now it is maybe charging through the usb cable? the n00b has no clue how this works.

oh - he also plans to get a ps3 for gtaIV, so whenever he stops going away on business trips we should invade his new place. i told him to get rock band and then we joked about how he would be the loneliest rock band player ever, trying to play everything by himself and crying and taping it.

um, i dunno. i'm going to take a shower and ride my bike to work before it gets too hot.

I'm drunk.

embedding?

cain't figure it out. anyway, the robots look constipated.
link

hmm

i'm getting better at work; getting the hang of AP style and everything. of course, that means much more self-editing before i commit words to paper/screen, but oh well. i think i'm going to ride my bike to work today - it's something i said i would do once school was over, and it's over.

the bad thing about work is i don't like the mac keyboard, or even using a mac. OS X is fucking up all my muscle memory for keyboard shortcuts, and i hate the mac keyboard because it doesn't seem as responsive. what are all those extra fucking keys for? why is the shortcut to flip through firefox tabs so counterintuitive? what the shit?

i've fucked myself this weekend too. i just agreed about twenty minutes ago to work e-day tomorrow. so that's easily a fifteen-hour day, and then eight hours sunday at the store, and then a normal work-week again. maybe i hate myself.

AAAHHH!!! WHY ARE ALL THESE HORRIBLE BIRDS GOING APESHIT IN THE BACKYARD? they're squawking and flapping around so much they're sort of scaring my dog.

that's all i've got. well, i'm getting fat again. YAAAH! they just dropped a huge branch four feet away from me! OMG.

no subject!

the ultimate triumph of our petrodollar deficit!



also, i like "drive on, driver" from the latest magnetic fields album.

fine, i'll do it too.

Bold = I've read it for fun
Underline = I read it for school
Italics = I started it but didn't finish
Asterisk = I own it, but haven't read it

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose: FUCK YES WHORES
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace*
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma: HATE AUSTEN
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran: a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked: the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum: WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT ECO?
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes: a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States: 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake: a novel
Collapse: how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics: a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood: a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers

hi!

work, school, boy - i should get out more and see you guys, i guess. school's over soon, and work is supposed to be slow over the summer. don't forget to vote. since i'm not working for any government agency, i'll give you my one endorsement: don't vote for jennifer kim. she's "sure not perfect!" *stabs*

anyway, knitting night seems to have devolved into game night, so if you want to play drunken uno or something after 8:30, let me know.

and there's an article on the UT maya studies whatnot this week in the chron. although it seems to be more about the personality cult of schele, but whatevs.

Jon and bonermobile, post-hair movie