Over time, The memories. They fade. The impressions on the cerebral cortex. They soften.
I’ll Try Not to Fart This Time
Rave Solo
That third tree down the left-hand side of the alley below my fourth floor window looks like Robert the Bruce.
A wee spot of Anglophobia
I fall from the rideshare car at ABIA; methinks it was a Lyft - fucking hate Uber - well, I hate Lyft, too,
Don’t fear the funeral singer
I have seen the future of music, and it is a small Irish woman clad in stark white pajamas.
Oh wow
Ah. I knew this existed somewhere on youtube. So here it is.
The Bard, Alice in Wonderland, and the Court of Louis XIV run riot in Bristol – Skins S1- almost done
Indeed, my fears have come to pass. Skins has sucked me-- uh sucked me in. Within a week, I have gone through 8 of the 9 episodes of the first season. WARNING-- for the uninitiated Norte Americanos or wherever in the the world you may be, some spoilers this way come, and in the case... Continue Reading →
Fear of a vast teenage wasteland — a quick letter before my idiodyssey
I am afraid of being sucked into a vortex, or maybe left stranded in the desert, the vast wasteland of television, stretching for endless miles, no oasis in sight. Worse than being stranded alone, I am stranded with a wild pack of teenagers no less. I hear they've got good drugs, or that's what... Continue Reading →
