I had pretty much stopped looking at anything *but* my own Favrd page.
ALL Y’ALL PARTS OF THE PROBLEM IN THA HOUSE, LEMME HEAR U HOLLAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Sigh. Too small.
To be fair, he is standing in front of a rather large tree. It’s a context problem.
These are the final remains of a ten foot tree (ok it’s a shrub, but a goddamn huge one) that I cut down in our front yard a few weeks ago. I’ve been slowly disposing of it in our yard waste bins ever since, feeling a bit like Radar O’Reilly sending a jeep home from Korea one part at a time. Each week I further tested the limits of what the garbage men are willing to deal with. They have impressed me. Today I converted the last of the trunk into firewood and all that’s left is this minor mess. I’ll miss it. A little.
“Whoever says the saddest thing wins.”
I am so conflicted about this. First, it’s a weird challenge for a children’s doodle book. Second, those are pretty disturbing responses. Third, it’s affirming, I suppose, to have the kid jump to concluding that parental death is a very high-ranking sadness, even above cat death and vegetable stir-fry. But FOURTH, AND MOST IMPORTANT: MOM GOT EXPLICIT MENTION AND I DID NOT.
Ha! I never get tired of Newhart gags.
Can anyone think of a more successful TV show bow-out?
Now, to figure out what to do with this corpse.
On the subject of etched circuit boards: I was hoping to find shots of these etchings online so I’d not have to re-open my own, and lo! A seemingly very cool blog by the name of leinermedia (http://www.leinermedia.net/blog/?p=21) came through for me. I went to attempt (and ultimately fail) to repair a Sequential Circuits Pro-One once upon a time, and found some interesting stuff inside. Here is one shot. The other follows shortly.
Birthday Party - “Release the Bats”
If you’re dreaming and find yourself being pursued by either Rutger Hauer, Klaus Kinski, Richard Kiel, or a young Nick Cave, fucking run.
I have no evidence aside from the familiarity resulting from a deep and undying affection for the sound, but I’m calling the bass tone herein as the product of the Traynor TS50B. If testicles made a sound, it would be that sound. It appeals to me on such a low level that I don’t think the idea that it’s the reason I play bass is as outlandish as it ought to be. And rumor has it that if you crack one open, etched into the circuit board is a three-quarter portrait of Rutger Hauer.
Do you have to talk directly into her vagina? I think you have to talk directly into her vagina.
(via theremina)
What’s that you say? I’m afraid I cun’t hear yoh God I’m so sorry.
“BUY! BUY! SELL! You’re fired! I’m afraid it’s bad news, you have cancer! I’ve been shot! That’s preposterous! Meet me in the conference room!”
I don’t ask much. Just that you watch this.
I don’t know about anyone else, but Matt’s never asked me for *anything*. It was the least I could do. The cats are looking at me funny now, but it was worth it. Do take a couple of minutes to enjoy this.
I had pretty much stopped looking at anything *but* my own Favrd page.