Monday, March 9, 2009
What can you do with your time...
... if you dont take your time to do what you can do with your time?
Friday, March 6, 2009
Lesser Gods Make Tiny Problems
Sweater, check.
Coat, check.
Backpack, check.
Three minutes into my walk to work I was attacked by an upper middle back itch from the shady side of the river styx. Despite my best efforts to defend myself (cut to: grown man on sidewalk clumsily reaching for the pretty arrow in his spine) I couldnt reach it, "Almost... there...".
Then this arrives on my walkman: Young Folks
A good song, but not a good song when you cant scratch that itch. There's a tambourine-y thing in the beginning that sounds exactly like itching, and that whistling just sings, "I'm a little itch you cannot reach! You can try but you will fail. Did you really think that you could scratch me?"
Coat, check.
Backpack, check.
Three minutes into my walk to work I was attacked by an upper middle back itch from the shady side of the river styx. Despite my best efforts to defend myself (cut to: grown man on sidewalk clumsily reaching for the pretty arrow in his spine) I couldnt reach it, "Almost... there...".
Then this arrives on my walkman: Young Folks
A good song, but not a good song when you cant scratch that itch. There's a tambourine-y thing in the beginning that sounds exactly like itching, and that whistling just sings, "I'm a little itch you cannot reach! You can try but you will fail. Did you really think that you could scratch me?"
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Chess Battles From Heaven, IV
Ayn Rand
vs
Crispus Attucks
"Every pawn for himself!", Ayn cries as she leads off with an atrociously daring a4. Crispus himself is brazen. He has no qualms about working his pieces into a frenzy, and even throws his wooden pieces across the board. When Crispus tries to take Ayn's pawn, Ayn has a fit, screaming, "You cant take that! How can I play chess with others if I dont have pieces for myself? Mine! Mine! Mine!". Crispus is secretly glad to have avoided the massacre as Ayn takes all of her pieces and storms away.
vs
Crispus Attucks
"Every pawn for himself!", Ayn cries as she leads off with an atrociously daring a4. Crispus himself is brazen. He has no qualms about working his pieces into a frenzy, and even throws his wooden pieces across the board. When Crispus tries to take Ayn's pawn, Ayn has a fit, screaming, "You cant take that! How can I play chess with others if I dont have pieces for myself? Mine! Mine! Mine!". Crispus is secretly glad to have avoided the massacre as Ayn takes all of her pieces and storms away.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
my Mom learned me that things happen in threes
This morning when I left my house, Ambition (The Doves) was playing on the stereo. The first song that came on as I walked to work was Ambition again. Look for that word to pop up once more today.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Alliance
If you ever ask yourself 'why should we remain allied with country X?'.
Stop. Rewind. Start over again.
We should be allied with everyone.
Stop. Rewind. Start over again.
We should be allied with everyone.
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