Pour · rouler · au · hasard, · il · faut · être · seul.

sometimes i read the essays of people who are erudite (but also prolix & verbose) and vituperate myself for my maladroitness with pretentious polysyllabic turns of phrase.

then i remember that i actually wrote sentences like the above for SERIOUS when i was fifteen and when i was fifteen i didn't so much want to communicate anything with my writing so much as i wanted to obfuscate and then lord it over others in an Emperor's New Clothessort of way when they called me on it.

"oh, you find my poem/essay/story confusing? wordy? I guess it's because you're a pococurantic wastrel."

i was kind of an asshole when i was fifteen. an asshole who launched words like curling rocks at (or over) peoples heads.

lately i've been in situations where people presume me a feckless imbecile until i actively work to prove otherwise. i hate how just working in an academic environment makes me feel like unless i'm engaging in "tautological reifications" on a daily basis i might as well start dragging my knuckles on the ground and smearing feces all over my face.

slope is a nice onomatopoeic word. deosculate is pretty cool, but not very onomatopeic at all.

can you all back me up that if i wrote entries like this all the time you would think i was pretentious shit & promptly unfriend me?

incredible.

the people clamored for it*, and so it has returned!

So. does anybody else remember the episode of the X-Files ("Kill Switch", I think) that featured a cyber chic hacker chick named Invisigoth? She was kind of mall goth rip off of homage to Acid Burn, Angelina Jolie's character in Hackers. Anyways, in an episode climax to end all episode climaxes, she totally uploads HER CONSCIOUSNESS onto the goddamn internet.

Now tell me that shit ain't beyond RAD.

ETA: BOOYAH!

*nobody actually asked, but i figured some of you were thinking it. or maybe one of you. or maybe just me. SEMANTICS!

moar funny pictures

moar funny pictures

it's obvious that i've been putting my day off to good use.

i was going to post the gory details of the horrific work meeting i had last night... i came home feeling really stabby over what one particular (soon to be ex) board member implied about my work ethic (i worked from 9-9:30pm yesterday, ugh). instead i clicked on my friends page where i thoroughly enjoyed reading this
relationship meme on coco73 & theoryofgravity & catchstar's journals. you can thank them from saving you from more of my bitching & moaning, since i opted to get my meme on instead...

( and iiiiiiii-eeee-iiii will alwaysssssss love youuuuu-oooooo---iiiiiii... )

A brand new feature brought to you in an effort to distract me from the glacier forming to the right of my desk.

Hey, remember Harry & The Hendersons?

Statement: Harry wasn't as cool (a ha ha ha) as the Abominable Snowman in claymation Rudolph, but in terms of hirsute heroes with hearts of gold, he was up there. Discuss!

I could write a detailed post about the Family-Oriented Creature Feature Comedies that densely populated a significant chunk of 80s and 90s celluloid, but then where would that leave me for next week?

backstory: today's miscellaneous item is brought to you courtesy of my most recent (and most glorious) typo in an email to Smith.

"I haven't heard from your anarchist librarian yeti. "

man, if only i was plugged in enough to know someone with connections to an anarchist librarian YETI.

birthday wishes go out to the one & only suburbangoth!

love you, darling & hope you have an amazing birthday! (we'll celebrate again once you're HERE --omg so excited!-- visiting moi!)

CHEERS!