That's better.

I decided I want my blog thumbnail when/if I post these to facebook to be attractive. Nothing says "inviting" like a leering Steve Buscemi.

This blog is a lot like Seinfeld; about nothing.

The only person I think I got into this band was a girl my boyfriend cheated on me with, and consequently left me for. So that's sad, and other people should check out the Green Day/Devo side project "The Network." Their album "Money Money 2020" was on sale at Sam Goody when I was 15. I bought it on a whim without ever hearing it, and I loved everything about it at the time. New wave-y, silly, different, I loved the Cure, and Bloc Party didn't exist yet. If you like early Bloc Party, you might like the linked song, Roshambo. That song features their most serious lyrical content though, and with that it may not be the best representation. The whole thing is basically a future kitsch joke, but a really catchy one.

Since it's hip to be narcissistic about your food these days, I thought it would be good idea to start blogging cookbook style about how I reincarnate shitty leftovers into even worse for you breakfast foods. I realized the only recipes I have are breakfast burritos and "pizza eggs" and that there is nothing novel about either of them and that I'm just high.

Saw this today. I don't care how unethical and impractical it is, it will be my first extravagant crazed billionare purchase.

This apartment has blessed me with eccentric neighbors. Aside from the elderly wino who stole our mail, they've all been delightful.

I hate it when you can tell a male author has written a badly crafted female character. It's not the weaklings that bother me, it's the unrealistic ball busting lady detective who's tough but sensual and her flaws are really collateral of good personality traits (re: "Perfectionist nature gets in the way.") Stephen King fortunately doesn't have this problem (I'm looking at you, Koontz.) I highly recommend Lisey's Story.

More Network. This song is not only funny, but it's weirdly catchy. I dare you to listen to all of it. It's called "Spike."

This is a joke. So, who wants to go tanning with me?

I was curious about tanning the other day. Not that I can tan, but I wouldn't complain if it happened. I just thought one session would be nice; heat and light in 10 minutes of doing absolutely nothing, locked away. I google the local Sunburst Tanning and discover I can't take anything with "Diva" in its name seriously, nor do I think I could sit under "guided facial lights." Furthermore, I find the whole thing gross, vain and kind of creepy, as well as the "facts" on the site definitely misleading to one's health. How can people get behind something like that?

*lights cigarette*

Rubbish for sure.

Wanting to know and learn everything is problematic, even outside of the obvious. Yeah, yeah, not obtainable, impossible, synonyms for all that can't happen. But the more you learn, the more you become aware of what there is to know that you don't know yet. You feel less knowledgeable with this new awareness of just how much knowledge you have to grasp. You spend your entire life just feeling dumber and dumber when your goal was to be smart.