Dad, don't Read the Times Today

There's an odd string of words in there.

Party Like it's Your 10th Birthday

For those that slept, wake up.

FOR HIRE

Am I the only asshole that is greeted each and every morning with a 4' x 8' banner reminding me to convey a smile in my voice over the telephone? Sorry I've been away from the cake for a minute, but I've been exhausting all of my energy in doing whatever it takes to get away from said banner. Thus far, my only solution is to steal it while working late one night and stuff it into a dumpster. I need to get out of here. Piss on my soul.

Missing? Yes. Gone? No.

I aint forget youse. Just waiting for the crop of spring interns to come on board and get fluent/engaged. Turns out admin and blogging *are* mutually exclusive!

In the meantime, check out this song and video from Tom Vek. The snare and organ blend are indeed setting the fire in me (CC) lately. Ill video.

W.A.T.G. XVIII

Headphone Jones

New music I'm feeling, on Ed's block and all over the city.

Church and State Dept.

No, seriously, I have nothing to gain by you watching this.

On the macro tip, short form programming is where it's headed. It frees you up to do interesting things with tee-vee again. I guess a-lot of people like 24, Dancing with the Stars and Will and Grace, but there haven't been many original ideas in long form for at least several decades.

The Midwest is a Bleak Place

Yet oddly endearing. Rusted, American cars. Everything moves a bit slower. Large groups of old friends hang out for no particular reason. The nasaley accent, which I used to loathe, and now find sexy on a midwestern bittie. Lots of humble folk. Y'all hold it down.

W.A.T.G. XVII