sorry about posting so many videos tonight. i’m in a timewarp. listening to some music i haven’t listened to for a while, feeling nostalgic, wanted to share some of it. just be glad i’m not posting horrendous highschool photos.

weezer - el scorcho

the postal service - the district sleeps alone tonight

red house painters - katy song

Heres some links to some websites I use… feel free to add me on any of them.

1. twitter
2. soul pancake
3. facebook
4. last.fm
5. theauteurs
6. digg
7. goodreads
8. redbubble
9. myspace
10. art of the mix

Hmm. Tonight is a slow Friday. Might watch a dvd.

Last night I went over to Case’s Place, otherwise known as the Place of Case, and for some reason we decided to record a little bit of drivetime-radio type stuff, entitled ‘Quality Musings’.

But when I hit record, she decided it would be more fun to stay completely silent. So I pretty much talked to myself for two and a half minutes. The result is my greatest explosion of word salad yet.

Transcribe it? Don’t mind if I do.

*a few bars of Danke Schoen* Ooooh! It’s time for Quality Musings! I’m here with Casey. So Casey, whats up? … I take it that the shrug means the sky… is generally up. In an upward direction. In a way you might inaccurately describe as being north. I’m taking that second shrug as being a shrug of indifference. Maybe meant to imply that you don’t really give a shit whats up… and that in fact things might even be down. Maybe left? Certainly not right. Couldn’t be right. Diagonal? Is that what… that shrug meant diagonal? Yes? Ok. Well… you’re not a very good co-host. I’ve gotta say. Not so great. Do you have any opinions? Maybe on hippopotamuses? Hypotenuses? Opossums? … Tits? No? Didn’t even get a bit of a giggle there. Not even when I said tits. No giggle? No gaggle… of geese. Someone singing about Buck Rogers in German. Who is Buck Rogers? Answer me that. Riddle me this, Casey. Riddle me this. No? No riddle. Ok. Well heres a treat. About ten seconds from now, I’m going to pull a rabbit out of my hat. This may be difficult, considering I don’t have a hat. Or a rabbit. But thats why it’s magic. If it were explicable, it wouldn’t be entertaining. The magic would not exist. And then where would we be? I’ll tell you. We’d be in a room without a rabbit. And that’s not the kind of world I want to live in. Yep. This has been Quality Musings…. with Cass… and Case, kind of. In spirit. Here’s some merry jig music to take you out… *Enter Sandman - Metallica*

…you’re welcome, tumblr.

theallnewadventuresofme:

What was that one movie about the old guy and his wife dies and becomes a bitter old man because of it, and eventually an asian kid assists him and the old man isn’t as bitter anymore?

I see my lack of brain function at this time of morning as proof that I am not meant to be working a 9-5 job. Even my body clock wants me to be a writer.

flickflickflicker:

intuitiveaptitude:danklex:realcabz:melamasica:(via natrina-van-tassel)

(via theallnewadventuresofme)

But my knowledge of HTML doesn’t extend much further than knowing the code to apply italics and colour to text. Damn.

Also, it’s probably impossible to make.

Oh well. Maybe I’ll try it anyway.