plots i have laid 3.0

YEAH

i sing america. anyway my brain is working again so maybe i can start posting again. for the nonce all i can think of is naming my firstborn Stringer. maybe? What about marlo?

blah blah blah brain is working again is the primary important reading comprehension point in that last bit. feels like 2002 inside my head again. Browns threatening, like some kind of renegade eastern european water polo team, to fuck up balance of power in NFL sportswelt, ohio state has outside chance to sneak into BCS shit, new world flowering dutch sailor’s eyes. to keep it couched in obscure, inaccurate understandings of the great gatsby, i feel like that tense scene in the hotel room has ended inside my soul and once i more i breathe the open air of FLushing meadows. hopefully i will not run down anybody’s inamorata while letting a dumb rich woman drive my car thus leading to my visually impressive but nevertheless medically inadvisble getting shot on an inflatable mattress. if anybody has $50,000 floating around please mail it to me care of freehling pot & pan company.

also I sat through Ratatouille. this was the first time i relented and didn’t insist that all digital animation is for children, specifically ugly stupid children who would tend towards fascism, politically, if people like you and me weren’t around as shining, gauzy beacons of new deal liberalism even in these dark times. anyway my point was, Ratatouille started out with a sort of ok premise but then it got cold retarded bad within an hour. Also it was too loud and noisy. i got tired of it at the 1 hr mark and played tiger woods golf while enjoying some tobacco products and a blueberry tea. that is living and living is good. another thing that i saw was Killer of Sheep and if you don’t know now you know. i will proselytize for this ish. get down or lay down. i have the DVD, you can borrow it, only if you promise to watch it a lot. also, approx 1 yr after i threatened initially to do this, i bought a:

penguin-shaped humidifier

also, from the Moral Heuristics of Streetwear Desk:

native american war headdress screenprinted onto a hoodie… hmm… i mean, like, it is definitely ok and i approve. what i am trying to say is, buy me this.

-fin-

a white queen, Ayesha, who has made herself immortal by bathing in a pillar of fire

wiry cat has returned to me.

ball hog or tugboat

i have a long story that i will tell later, not on this blog, to several of you, that involves where i was recently. it does not reflect terribly well on my qualifications. but whatever. the browns are 5-3 and i have rediscovered my sense of wonder in this wide and awful world. also the darjeeling limited was bad. something about a violin in a void.