On the way in to work this morning, I was bemused to be passed by what is clearly the last of a dying breed, the dinosauroid SUV.
What bemused me was the model name of the bloated behemoth: the Buick Enclave surely signals a shift in spirit from the Armadas and Escalades of yore.
Everything that passes through my mind makes me feel a wave a physical nausea. I am filled with loathing so profound that it is literally bringing bile to my mouth.
Did you ever wake up and realize that something you’d done was so, so sad?
VU: Sunday Morning (Banana; I have easy access to the Quine Tapes version, but I’m really thinking of the Max’s Kansas City Version).
Goodbye, Chloe.
Your passing fills me with venom and hatred and rage.
I’d say I’ll see you soon, except that would be a motherfucking lie, a mealy-mouth obeisance to Thanatos. Fuck him, and the life-giver too. Pain junkies.
To the man in Radio Shack having a loud conversation regarding your child custody case: by holding this conversation in a loud voice in a public space, you certainly convinced all of your fellow shoppers that you do, indeed make poor choices and led us to most assuredly hope you lose your custody case.
Tumblr has several methods to enable RSS republication, but they limit the updates to hourly, too slow for my needs.
Enter the Tumblr API and this guy.
Last thing to find is a Y! Pipe that does this sort of thing via API post calls to Tumblr, and it’s all over but the shouting. And the timed executions.
Since I know at least two of the authors in the series, and love the idea, I suppose I should really man up on 33 1/2.