best referrer log ever
the 21st century belongs to china, nahmean.
anton chigurh
you can tell he’s guilty by how he’s holding a flashlight under his chin. i hate this TVing country post-cold-war dystopia. i am turning in my card.
i just watched ken dorsey take snaps as the Browns’ quarterback. i’m going back to sorting my prayer cards.
also, i am getting more and more interested in the nascent field of gilbert arenas studies:
Arenas came close to 60 again Friday, finishing with 54 points as the Wizards ended the Phoenix Suns’ 15-game winning streak with a 144-139 OT win.
“When you are on fire, you are on fire,” Arenas told the Post.
Arenas denied that his performance Friday was directed at Suns coach Mike D’Antoni, who was on the Team USA staff that asked Arenas, who reportedly had a groin injury, to leaving training camp this summer. Arenas had previously vowed to score 100 points against Phoenix and the Portland Trail Blazers, whose coach, Nate McMillan, was also on the Team USA staff.
i’ll reportedly give you a groin injury. i love you gilbert.
i drink for the thirst to come
So I read The Road by Cormac McCarthy, (which is not GRUPPEN von Mary McCarthy [which i am also reading, fyi, and is the best book since i am charlotte simmons]). The Road is good and you should read it, although I think i am pinning my desire-to destroy-geschichte-tail on someone else’s book-donkey if you know what i mean. anyway in The Road, the guy has two bullets, and he uses one of them to shoot this dude relatively early in the story, which is fine, but then he has one bullet, so he’s never really going to be able to shoot anyone. specifically, he won’t have the necessary two bullets to shoot himself and his son, should things come to that, which they well may. i never really had that much to say about gil meche other than, the royals giving dude 5 yrs $55 million is the equivalent of having two bullets and a lot people you need to shoot, and shooting the least threatening one of them twice. shit makes no sense. rest assured i am somewhere in your metro area thinking about class mobility a/i/r/t (apologies for the david foster wallace neologism) baseball and literature.
i am working on a self-defense project involving a wayne gretzky-style JOFA helmet. they’re harder/more dear to come by than i had hoped. i previously had rejected bike helmets as fughesi but i am ready to embrace some manner of half-assed asset maintenance. a baseball helmet was the initial plan but they don’t come with chin straps.
X you guys
cat in scarf. this is all building towards the Gil Meche thing, i promise.
giant millipede with produce
wintering in north hyde park, on the veranda (i’m having a wrought iron cage built out there). urbs in horto. the garbage can (those of you who have ever attended my irregularly scheduled cocktails/bible study meetings on the roof of the check-cashing place might remember the comically overstuffed garbage can that was full of halfconsumed juiceboxes and turkey burgers; that shit had been marinating out there for six months and then, despite surviving summer, fall, winter, assault by raccoons and the general indignity of being a garbage can full of foul shit, fell over at some point in the last three days. normally i don’t pay that much attention to how my garbage can is doing, but unfortunately in this situation, the garbage can became the head of a miniature river of unTVingconscionable bad smells that is now running down the length of the roof. does anybody have a fire hose I can borrow?
