Hey wsup

http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2010/01/nil_by_mouth.html

So that’s what’s sad about not eating. The loss of dining, not the loss of food. It may be personal, but for, unless I’m alone, it doesn’t involve dinner if it doesn’t involve talking. The food and drink I can do without easily. The jokes, gossip, laughs, arguments and shared memories I miss. Sentences beginning with the words, “Remember that time?” I ran in crowds where anyone was likely to break out in a poetry recitation at any time. Me too. But not me anymore. So yes, it’s sad. Maybe that’s why I enjoy this blog. You don’t realize it, but we’re at dinner right now.

IT TASTES LIKE ASTRONAUT

Cynical santa says:

Hey Jimmy, tell your broke-ass dad those cookies you left last year tasted like shit. Get a job, Jimmy’s dad. Invest in fucking oreos.

Oh so it’s October. What’s that shithead Easter Bunny doing? Lazy-ass bitch.

More christmas magic via twitter at http://twitter.com/loadedsanta

I always wanted to read breakfast of champions, but i never got around to it. Just to see how badass he is, you should read the story of his capture in WWII — if you scroll down you’ll see the letter transcribed, it’s considerably easier to read.

http://www.lettersofnote.com/2009/11/slaughterhouse-five.html

so i’m designing cars. p close to the real thing huh?

There’s this guy on twitter called justin that posts his dad’s “pearls of wisdom”. Some of them are really great.

http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays

You’re creepy

I Can Cook – Grafton Primary

http://theautumnsociety.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-mario-kart-collab-start-your.html some forty artists or so put together a mario kart-themed art piece. it’s very well done.

so i got a blog i probably won’t ever post in. sweet huh?