December 2010
50 posts
November 2010
31 posts
The birth of house gods Casa Arriba de la Casa.
Me: We need to become house gods.
Sides: Well there's 2 weeks left in the semester. Why don't we make it a goal for winter break?
Me: Word. We just don't go home.
Sides: We all go back to my place. We just need to save up enough to send my parents to Bermuda for two months.
Me: Good plan.
Sides: ...Which means we have to wait until after our first album comes out. Shit!
Me: We focus on the music-making first. Then the E.
Sides: Swiss cheese brain seldom produces good electronic music. Booze, however, creates good everything.
Me: We become house gods, and we will be invited to all of the parties. All of the parties, Mike.
Sides: We only go to the ones with open bars. And we need a silly affectation along the lines of helmets with LEDs in them. How about jumpsuits?
Me: We have them, but they're very 80s new-wave-esque.
Sides: That's okay, we can sample MJ and Devo. We do what we want, we're house gods. We built this house.
Me: On... house.
Sides: Well, we're building the addition.
Me: No. House on House. That's the name.
Sides: That has disturbingly Disney vibes. What's the Latin word for house?
Me: Casa (mistakenly thinking Sides said Spanish).
Sides: Casa en villa. I dunno. Look, there's PR people for this.
Me: Casa arriba de la casa.
Sides: I like it.
Two years ago, Jdimytai Damour was trampled to death by a horde of manic people. This travesty was not the result of a fire, a lone gunman, or anything of the sort. The murderer was commercialism. Damour was a temporary employee at Walmart, and he was a casualty of the Black Friday frenzy. Black Friday has been a hectic shopping day for over a century, but it didn’t become the busiest...
“I don’t think we could add those, I think that’s against the Geneva...”
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Texts With My Dad
Me: Superfly, The Mack and Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song are now on the Netflix Instant Queue. You’re welcome.
Dad: Well, now I know what I am doing tonight.
Good taste in film runs in the family.
Breaking News!
Apparently Facebook is going to be unveiling a “Gmail killer.” I’m fine with Facebook as a social networking site, but there is no way in hell that I am trusting a site that has had as many problems with its privacy policy as Facebook with my email.
“Once we reach the final third of his article, however, it becomes more apparent...”
– My favorite sentence from a review article I just wrote.
“When I finished this issue and sat back to reflect on it (as I am wont to do),...”
– Me being brutally honest.
“So what happens when the character gets maimed, head chopped off and immediately...”
– Justice Sotomayor
