Posted on May 6, 2010
Genius + Twitter = :(
A few moons back, there appeared upon the planet a strange and curious new entity called the Internet. At first, (and I’m speaking of the post-academic Internet here) it went by names like Compuserv and America On-Line for people who didn’t know any better, and it was touted as this big equalizing force that would help mankind ascend to loftier heights of wisdom and understanding. But mostly, it was just animated .GIFs and porn. Now, it’s modern classics of literature. And porn. Read More
Posted on May 4, 2010
WordPressery!
Today is the day that I’m finally on WordPress and free from the tyrannous shackles of Blogger’s incompetence. Took me long enough. I think the first thing Bloggers learn about blogging (apart from how much money isn’t in it), is that they should have never signed up with Blogger to begin with, which is always followed by their second revelation: that switching platforms mid-blog is a sharp and terrible pain in the proverbial tuchas. Eventually, the third thing they learn is that, regardless of how painful and tedious the conversion process is, staying with Blogger hurts even more – and it keeps coming back for seconds. Read More
Posted on April 27, 2010
Laissez le bon temps rouler, moins les fruits de mer
This past Saturday, I did a very Southern thing and went to a crawfish boil – but not just any crawfish boil, mind you. This was the first crawfish boil I’ve ever willingly attended, due to my overwhelming aversion to the hideous creatures featured on the menu. I’m not sure how or why a person would ever decide to try eating one of the squirmy and alien looking crustaceous bastards, but somewhere someone did, and the rest is Southern History. I just can’t get over how repulsive the creatures look, even after they’re boiled and seasoned and take on the color of a cheap whore’s Crotchfire-Red lipstick. They’re just disgusting to me and, although I know my aversion is purely visual and has nothing whatsoever to do with how delicious they may (or may not) taste, I can’t bring myself to crack open a bumpy red exoskeleton to find out. This is, of course, seen in the South as a sort of questionable form of mental illness, but I’m used to being a stranger in a strange land, even after I’ve lived here for thirty-five years. Read More
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