The New Boredom

Haven’t done one of these for a while but my momentum for “real” content is gone. Sorry.

I used to build little models when I was a kid. Had I known better, I would have built the Tom Selick-mobile and used it to get chicks later in life.

Best coffee cup idea ever.

Let’s save up some money and go to India for a change huh? Don’t you want to see the country’s colors in person?

Look at that clever sonuvabitch. Red-flouro wayfarers, undermining the entire weakly attended rally, asking Obama for the impossible… true american right there.

-I sleep in a racing car. Do you?

-No, I sleep in a big bed with my wife.

-Oh… yeah.

k, thanks.

This is for Steve who agrees with me that Charlotte Gainsbourg is ridiculously classy.

We’ll go in order of least to most revealing, thus making it feel like you’re scrolling through a wonderful example of forgotten burlesque.

Haters keep telling me that she’s too old for me and she’d be robbing the cradle, but I say I’m robbing the classy grave (but not really because that’s kind of gross- and bitch please, she’s not that old).

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Oh Chuck, why you in the principal’s office again?

Here’s some things I have found recently that are worth a gander.

First off is the least useful- the Daft Punk sound board. If you like DP, this is worth upwards of minutes of entertainment. As nifty as it is, it still pails pales (no buckets of water involved) in comparison to the video for that song.

It gets really good after 1:30ish.

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Not entirely sure if there is some deeper meaning to this. It’s abstract. But it’s also pretty damn cool. This had to have taken some one ages to program and animate.

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And this is a really good article about why newspapers are failing and dropping like flies. It doesn’t promise solutions but it certainly does shine a bright light on how poor newspaper planing was for the future. Eeeesh.

read it here.

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I always wanted to ditch school and go to the art museum in high school. None of my friends were ever down with that.

Maybe that’s why I don’t really speak to them much any more?

I’d like to think that I don’t have anger management issues but more than that, I’d like to think I’m not a dirty liar. So I do have rage issues. Here’s an example that comes up all the time.

I’ve got headphones in my ears and I’m in my own little world jamming out (listening to better music than you, right?), and taking care of chores or navigating my garage or whatever. All is well.

When suddenly- DUNDUNDUHNNN!- the headphone cord snags on something the the buds get ripped out of my ears. It’s not the brief physical discomfort to my ears, or the inconvenience of having to find the buds at the end of the wires and put them back in, or the frustration of having so little control over my surroundings snagging the wires, or even the interruption of a song that I was probably really into. But some magic potion of all those things together in a split second sends me into a flash of pure distilled rage.

For a couple seconds, I am the Hulk and Ike Turner’s angry lovechild. My return to Bruce Banner and Tina status is swift. But I often wonder what would happen if some one were to cross me in some way during those couple seconds of rage?

Probably nothing. I’m a basically a whiny bitch.

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lol. internets.

I hear ya Jackie, that’s pretty much the hazy cloud I’m left in for the 10 seconds after one of my rage spells.

Sometimes I wish I lived in New York, and that I would be surrounded by huge buildings, and I would stare up at them consuming the sky until my neck hurt and I could no longer wonder about the lives of the people that labored to construct these giant achievements.

I think about packing up my bare essentials, my favorite tee shirt and pants, maybe a toothbrush- throwing them into my car and driving there to live for some undetermined length of time, not telling anyone that I’m leaving, and not knowing what I would do once I got there.

And then Colorado comes up with some ridiculous god damned sunset like last night and I’m convinced that this is home.

I love the way the blue sky of the day heats up and melts into the most vibrant oranges, then fades to a blued steel gray before flushing magenta and bowing out to black.

I have to curse my camera for not being big enough to capture the whole sky at once. From horizon to horizon in every direction, the colors, the shapes, and the textures punch me in the face with the stern reminder that this place is amazing. If I ever did get the balls up to move to New York or something, I know that a big part of me would always question what was behind all those tall buildings from my little street level view.

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Gotcha.