I’ve been thinking that same thing for a while: that it makes us look like pussies to be afraid to have the terrorist trials in our cities. And, wow, John Stewart is great, great, great in this interview. And Newt Gingrich is either a liar and/or uninformed.
I hate gum. I hate it. I hate smelling other peoples discarded gum. So. Hotel lobby bar of the Sheraton in Austin. They have Wasabi peas in a weird little glass jar thing shaped somewhat like a dradle. I poured a handful into my hand which then were promptly transferred to my mouth. Why is there something soft? Why is it cinnamon flavored? I had someone’s fucking discarded gum in my mouth. Gross. Gross. Gross. We complained, obviously. I got a free Maker’s on the rocks out of it, but still, I’m fucking scarred. I hate gum. And, I hate that human nature makes people discard gum into communal edibles. I will never eat communal food again. Mark that.
Almost happy new year, everybody. I wish for everyone to feel the way Sly Stone feels at 2:05 in this video. (Sidenote: How awesome is the grey haired white dude in the audience?)
I love my girlfriend more than I have ever loved anyone in the world. But if, say, she were to die in a tragic wigwam malfunction, I would want Karen O to be my girlfriend.
One of the best parts of being in a relationship is learning things from, and teaching things to, your other. She has taught me all about wine. So imagine my elation when the situation arose for me to teach her something. She had (shockingly) never heard the term “cameltoe”. I, of course, felt it my duty to educate her with an off the cuff internet slideshow.
The other night we (yes, we, my individualism is gone) were watching TV and saw a Wal-Mart commercial for Faded Glory jeans. It struck me as so funny, that name (and I get it, Faded because it’s denim). But it just seems to conjure up a memory of better times; like before you were buying your clothes from Wal-Mart.
