I forgot I had one of these

If there's one thing I've learned over the past few years, it's that I don't know how to take a compliment. Carson Daly played two MTS songs on his show last week. I thought it was pretty neat for about 15 minutes and it made me feel pretty good for the same amount of time. Then the feeling went away. But this week I'm morbidly depressed. It occurs ( Read more... )

In my dream, I was sneaking around a retirement home doing detective work. I was a cross between Willem Dafoe and Charles Grodin. I met Terri Garr, who worked at the cafeteria, and we were falling in love. Jealous, Chevy Chase, who honestly looked a bit bloated and drunk, kept on trying to pick Terri Garr up, but she had her sites set on me. I ( Read more... )

I spent a beautiful sunny day on the farm yesterday. My dad and I spent three hours shooting at cans and bottles and sticks we set up- he recently bought a high-powered air rifle to take care of a pigeon problem around the long barn and silo. Talk about hillbilly fun. The thing is awful hard to shoot- I don't see how he's going to get pigeons with ( Read more... )

Academia draws out to self-important lengths information which any reasonably intelligent, observant human being of any educational background could discover and digest within a matter of seconds. This is why my first attempt at grad school failed miserably.

Ask HP Lovecraft


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MTS has a christmas song on this irish christmas compilation. You can go listen to it (track 13) here if you want.

http://www.indiecater.com/

Okay.

I walk by the street I used to live on and it makes my eyes wet. When does this start feeling better?

The Clash. Dude, totally the Clash. Of course there's "Straight To Hell", their best song, and one of my favorite songs of all time, and yes, there are a handful of other great ones, but overall-and look, I've heard every Clash song there is like a thousand times- the catalog of tunes is somewhat....mediocre. There's a pleasing musicality to a lot ( Read more... )

A patient says, "Doctor, last night I made a Freudian slip. I was having dinner with my mother-in-law and wanted to say: 'Could you please pass the butter?' But instead I said: 'You silly cow, you have completely ruined my life."