What is a fiasco? An italian supermarket or a peculiarly picante soft drink?
It is neither. It is what you call driving out to the city through swarms of traffic only to end up coming back having NOT sung at karaoke and NOT drank a single drop of liquor. And why did this go down like a lead balloon? Because I could not, for the life of my future kids, find the party that I was invited to. In the meantime I managed to be invited into several forbidden worlds. Should I have gone to the 30-girl sweet sixteen party in the big room as they requested? I can only assume Go and his Go-horts were singing in an alternate dimension Duets, where dogs walk people and pancakes are what’s for dinner because I searched every inch of the real Duets and nobody showed up.
On the plus side I saved fifty bucks.
Bump of Chicken’s excellent new album Orbital Period comes with a charming illustrated book that tells the tale of a lonely king.
Here is that tale in its entirety - translated by yours truly. Click more to read.
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The alternate name I had for this blog was “The Blurst of Times.” To my amazement, someone else had that already.
Ad campaign I hated with a passion: Alltel’s Chad Series.
I hate this man’s face. I hate the nerds v. jocks cutesiness. I hate this song. Fuck this.
Runner-up: America Runs on Dunkin’. It’s like a copy of a copy of a copy. Wittiness lost in translation. Intentions killed in a boardroom.
Ad campaign I dug: Wendy’s red-haired dream.
Someone had a bad drug trip. This series of ads actually got better the more whacked out it got. Like all good things though… too much for too long.
I like ‘. (period)’ marks. They end things decisively and let one get a nice big breath of air before moving on to the next part.
Centigrade-j.
WILD ZERO RADIO.
purple SKY magazine.
It only gets easier from here on out. I’m getting quite good at shooting lame horses. Perhaps that’s just the low rumble of thirty-years-old rattling my cage.
This blog and its associated website is a record of my next reckless steps. Won’t you fall down the stairs with me? It’s all the rage. Or, is it all rage?
A special extra big thanks to Leisl Schrader for her awesome design work. I may even give her a big flashy credit if and when she finishes the difficult work of catering to the whims of this whimsical one.
