Maybe listening to la musique québécoise is a good way to bone up on my lapsed French skills.
Non t’as pas finis ton assiette
Mais tu manges encore
Tu manges mon coeur!
Plus t’en manges plus tu payes
Mon coeur est rempli de haine envers toi
No, you haven’t finished your plate
But you are still eating
You are eating my heart!
The more you [...]
Every Thursday I put the trash and the recycling out to the curb, and every Friday I take it in. Some Fridays, though, I go out the door to find the recycling bin all the way up the stairs, and the trash barrel put back near the bottom of the steps, away from the curb. [...]
I’ve had a profile on OkCupid since March. Back when I was more invested in the site, I answered 954 of the questions that are used to judge users’ personalities. OkCupid analyzes the results as users answer more questions, and gives “Personality Awards” based on that analysis. These are little icons that supposedly indicate which [...]
We, um, “acquired” a McCain-Palin yard sign on Saturday night. We then used said sign in a series of photos involving an assault rifle, a chain of bullets, and a blow-up doll named Sarah Jessica Porkher. A carton of chocolate milk and a synthetic beard and wig also played supporting roles. Overall, it was a [...]
I have been running low on storage space for a while now. I was considering moving all my episodes of Greek and Californication off of my external hard drive and onto DVDs, saving lots of space. But that would involve bringing my drive into work, buying DVDs, and burning them. Then I considered micromanaging my media: deleting [...]
It seems like my blog has become a lyrics site lately (albeit much more stylish, and with no blinking ads covering the screen). But I can’t help it: this music is just too good. Tonight, in lieu of working on my assignment that was supposed to be handed in yesterday, I’m posting Cory Woodward’s song [...]
… and say it. You know what’s hot?
Girls wearing pinstriped pants are hot. Preferably light grey pinstripes, tightly printed, on smooth black fabric. And also, scratching. Scratching is totally hot.
What else is hot? Sarah Palin, cheerleaders, and—as a matter of preference—either brunettes or women with black hair.
I’m having a lot of trouble figuring out the words to this song, and the online lyrics sites aren’t helping. One of them tried to tell me that “fragile at best” was supposed to be “fragile breasts.” Yup.
Anyone want to help me out? The MP3 is available, for free, from the band.
Well, I guess that [...]
The Awkward Stage continues to defy my best attempts at classification.
I got no friends, as I have lost them
Down the steepest ridges I have tossed them
I burned our bridges while we crossed them
I got no friends, as I have lost them
Been an angry baby all of my life
Sharpened my tongue just like a knife
Have anger [...]
The Connecticut River is so beautiful. I’d love to build a little house on the Portland side, in the woods, and watch the leaves change every year…
I saw a 12-car freight train go over the rail bridge, watched the Middletown high school crew team launch and row up the river, and sat on a park [...]