“Most of the Time” - Bob Dylan
Where the Cry Baby Things Are
I just watched the Where the Wild Things Are Trailer again. It takes me 30 seconds to start sobbing. I don’t know if I should see this movie in public.
The Corner of the Whales
I’m taking a Maymester Statistics class right now. Maymester is, as my dad fondly refers to it, the Bataan death march. I can imagine nothing more soul crushing than waking up every day at 7 AM to drag one’s bones over to campus and sit in a sweltering classroom for 2 hours, only to get up and do it again every day for four weeks. I actually don’t mind it too much for two...
movingsideways: Two grown men, cracking up at Keyboard Cat. Two grown men who happen to be Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. One of the funniest things I’ve seen in a while. I lol’d all over the place in the computer lab.
I get to start my 8 AM Maymester Stat course and work (hotel maid), admit to my personal trainer that I did not invest in any push-ups on vacation and pay for it miserably, all finishing up in time for an evening visit to Confession. If you need me, I’ll be quietly slamming my head repeatedly into the cement.
While Listening to "Come Sail Away"
Max: It's about aliens.
Me: What?! No. It's about self discovery.
Max: No, it's about aliens. See, "we climbed aboard their starship"
Me: Wait, I thought they were angels.
Max: No, they're aliens.
Me: It's NOT about aliens. There is no way this song could be about aliens.
Max: "We climbed aboard their starship." It's about aliens.
Me: No, it's "THEY climbed aboard their starship."
Max: One way or another, the entire second half of the song ruins the first half, lyrically. Whether they are aliens or not, he should be singing about childhood friends. He literally spent two Goddamn seconds reminiscing about friends, and then there's fucking aliens.
Me: It's not about aliens.
Max: It's about fucking aliens.
That’s not Namath,” they’d say, “that’s Broadway Joe,” as though he were the...– An excerpt from Max (the boyfriend)’s recent blog post about Joe Namath. I think he can be credited with the first usage of the term “Favrian.”
patrickcassels: Watch as Spike Jonze dresses up as a “wild thing” and scares a little kid. He’s like the world’s most brilliant drunk uncle. (Jonze revealed at end.) You have no idea how excited I am for this movie. My mom and my 23 year old brother were spotted at 8:30 AM, crying their eyes out at the trailer. None of us will have eyeballs by the end of the movie.
“Streets of Philidelphia” - Bruce...
My boyfriend's overly verbose blog about the NY... →
Max, a WAYNEker (from Wayne, NJ), is working on a novel (what a pretentious asshole, right?) about some Jets game that they lost cause they suck. I’m sure it has some sort of bigger theme to it, but I don’t really know what it is. Anyway, this is his blog about the Jets and his novel. It will feature artwork by your’s truly soon.
I just showered myself in beer. Oh lord.– My best friend Liz’s text message to me last night. Indiana University is apparently way more hoppin’ than Purdue.