Too much time on my hands

Boss keeps asking who

wrote such filthy things on all

the walls in haiku.

Anti-hero kodak moment

Yesterday I found myself pacing the streets of North side Chicago. It was hot. I was wearing shorts to show off my sexy legs and all of their scars, burns and skin grafts-clearly, I am the envy of any underwear model-and a brand new t-shirt which said in large letters across my chest “no hero.”

A little woman beckoned me towards her with a trembling hand. Nearly in tears, she asked if I would help her carry her grocery bag the remaining three blocks to her condo. The arthritis in her spine had become so intense that she could barely stand. Of course, I helped her. There is a special level of hell full of things that want to put themselves in holes you don’t have yet, reserved for those who ignore grandmothers in physical pain.

I wish someone took a picture of us. The gangly, young man wrapped in scars and tattoos, “no hero” printed across his chest, with a grocery bag in one arm and a tiny, old woman hanging on to the other.

“How much do you want to be a superhuman?”

Tania Derveaux is a political/marketing genius

Now this, this is brilliant. Support net neutrality and lose your virginity. Check it out.

New Shai Hulud song

Good gods, I love this band. A lot of this screamo and metalcore type stuff runs together in my ears, not these guys. Their songs make me want to build something complex and beautiful, then beat people to death with it. Their new album, Misanthropy Pure, comes out May 27. Oh, this will make me happy.

To distort the truth to serve itself,
To oppose understanding,
I believe in man.

Biomech design from Bart Hess

This is so good, it doesn’t look real. The designer’s name is Bart Hess. A lot of his stuff looks as if it they were pulled straight from wildstorm, vertigo, or a sci-fi novel.

Once you go black…

The other day, the girl and I were using our macbook in a free Wi-Fi area.   There were a couple  other people on their laptops near us and all but one of them had a black macbook like ours.  Mr. No Macbook starts asking why we all have one instead of a normal HP like his.  We explain our laptops don’t have the software cancer know as Vista.

“Well, mine is bigger,” he bragged, innuendo oozing from every word.

I shrugged and whispered to the girl, “tell him you have a black one.”

This is crap

I have to go to the Great Lakes Naval Hospital to take care of some paperwork.  I don’t want to.  On top of my reluctance, I stepped on something like shards of glass, so I’m walking on the ball of my left foot.  Worse still, my right knee is acting up again.  I took some expired tramadol but I doubt it’s going to do any good.  Alright, off I limp.

I like last.fm

I think I just lost an hour of my life trying to find a way to put a last.fm widget in wordpress.  I want my hour back.  Oh well, at least it gave me something to do instead of the work I was supposed to.

AIDS never looked so amazing.

I found these two AIDS awareness ads. The spider scorpion one is French and the other is German.

They’re both great, but I enjoy the French ad more.

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