Bad Food and Expensive Cigars

I stand in the kitchen, halfway to madness, dreaming of Hemingway's Spain.

Julien composed this cover of “Bad Romance” over a number of evenings while I slept on the couch, as I am oft to do.

I dig it.

It’s only in GuitarPro now, but hopefully those duders in Saturnalia will get their act together and record it with some real instruments. Or, you know, whenever they get the time. Julien DID quit the band in its previous incarnation ;)

See ya, dudes.

See ya, dudes.

Google Image Search: Sarah Morrison You have got to be fucking kidding me. Even though images like this are decidedly more badass, Google still assures me that digitally constructed nipples attached to my name are still floating around the internet.  Whatever, “Sarah Morrison.”  You enjoy existing vicariously through your Playboy feature and I’ll just look down my shirt and know who’s really got the goods.

Google Image Search: Sarah Morrison

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Even though images like this are decidedly more badass, Google still assures me that digitally constructed nipples attached to my name are still floating around the internet.  Whatever, “Sarah Morrison.”  You enjoy existing vicariously through your Playboy feature and I’ll just look down my shirt and know who’s really got the goods.

Do yourself a favor.

Google Image Search: Jesus and Koalas When Google searching Jesus and Koalas I expected my results to yield only the former or the latter.  Imagine my surprise and delight when I beheld, in front of me, a stuffed koala viewing a rendition of the Madonna holding none other than infant Jesus. My faith hath been restored.

Google Image Search: Jesus and Koalas

When Google searching Jesus and Koalas I expected my results to yield only the former or the latter.  Imagine my surprise and delight when I beheld, in front of me, a stuffed koala viewing a rendition of the Madonna holding none other than infant Jesus.

My faith hath been restored.

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Tom Waits

—I Don't Wanna Grow Up

Tom Waits: I Don’t Wanna Grow Up

My sentiments exactly (you know all the right words Mr. Waits), though I may feel differently if anyone would be so kind as to employ me.

“A bouncer in Birmingham hit me in the in the face with a crescent wrench five times…”

I think this is old.  Still good.

Lady Looks Like A Dude

Upon playing with My Heritage’s Celebrity-Look-Alike function in the midst of procrastination, I have found it disconcerting that with every picture I upload, at least five of my results are dudes.

Should I be upset over my 76% resemblance to Heath Ledger?