i just dreamt that i was living in my old house next door to paul rudd. inexplicably, a lot of indiscernible people also hung out at these houses. there was some kind of video competition being held between the two residents--so far the dream was making perfect sense ( Read more... )

attempted to cook bacon for the first time since the incident; a la microwave, though. defeated (with less pain), again due to the meat's brief freshness period. a repugnant odor materialized about 8 seconds from startup, prompting me to verify the 'Use by 7 days of opening package' statement, that of which was opened more than a month ago ( Read more... )

added pictures of the bacon grease burn to the misc section of website. first two were taken 24 hours after the time of burn; the next two were taken earlier today, a week after. the second most annoying thing about the burn was that i missed the opportunity to get pictures the other day when the big puss sacks and blisters were fixed on my arm.

i got a job on monday (as a checker at randall's the grocery store) and have commenced the 17 hour job training program--that night i had a dream where i witnessed a man, who resembled david cross, being violently smashed into fatal oblivion by a dinosaur pushing a shopping cart.

god help me.

new pictures of new orleans/baton rouge now exist here. their dim, abstract and sloppy look befit the photographer's consciousness and impression then.

uploaded most recent, and most mediocre, pictures from recent upstate, newyork trip--to here.

very little.

currently updating somewhere in upstate new york.

mostly tedious, this break. have been watching scorcese films quite frequently--gangs of new york and the last waltz most recently. interestlingly, daniel day lewis came out of semi-retirement as a cobbler in venice to do the role of bill the butcher.

more impactful, however, was the last waltz; ( Read more... )

wish i had britt daniel's music making capabilities. trying to cover spoon will suffice even still. i curse myself for ever hesitating to attend that show.

sometimes some people do some pretty simple things.

compare and contrast this year and last as they exist in the few days before T.G. break ( Read more... )

fucking glengarry glen ross.

where the fuck are the foosball parts?

fuck.