January 2010
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let the heckling begin: i could do without the...
“What a phony, that guy [Paul McCartney]. Let’s drown him in cranberry sauce. Nobody will listen to the end of Strawberry Fields Forever the same way again.”
"my paperless life" →
removing actual trees from the equation, i’m anti- just about everything in this article. it does, however, contain a link referencing the very interesting graph shown above, which depicts the rate at which various readers devour a particular short story.
in the referenced article, a few individual lines/readers are isolated, highlighting the (unknowable) story behind each reader’s...
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Watch(soundtrack by broken social scene, “guilty cubicles.”)
it’s my first try at editing, so go easy on me please!
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cissy kick
n. twang of resentment at the sibilant c—as in porcine, incense and uncensored—a letter that could k but instead simpers along behind more kickass consonants like a sloth trying to make friends in a crosswalk.
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merry christmas, sucker.
me: i just ate some of your christmas fig jam, and not only was it delicious, i'm also not deat yet!
j: give it a couple hours. did you drink the kombucha? that's guaranteed to f you up!
me: sippin' on that sizzurp right now.
j: nice knowing you.
me: either this wallpaper goes, or i do...
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Watch
“I have ways of getting back at people… little jars of arsenic.”
– peggy joyce daly hancock (my grandmother)
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