Send word, by cat or bird.

On Tuesday night I attended my first ever Richmond Braves baseball game, and while I spent most of the time trying to convince the group I was with that the birds flying overhead were actually vampire bats (Michael later confirmed that they are in fact Nighthawks ) with each peanut shell I ground into the concrete below me this town felt a little bit more like home.

Ya'll?

It is some unwritten rule that, when I get a new job I will inevitably come down with some sort of illness before one month of working is completed. And since I have been working for such a short period of time, I will feel too insecure to take off for a day, and will drag my ass to work and look like a dump all day.

Excellent.

In other news, my best friend Eliot is at American Idol auditions right now, which is...wow.

I've got the grog.

Last night I went to "Silent Music Revival," a monthly event organized by my friend Jameson, where a silent movie from the 1920's is played, and a DJ who has never seen it improvizes a score. Pretty neat, and the movie was nuts:

The past is like a weirdo mystery that I don't want to solve.

On keeping bees.

Slinky books.

I made these over the weekend. I think they're sort of neat. I bookboarded them and used vintage book photos and cloth for the covers, and the insiders are like awesome, fold out slinky pages! Check it out:

Babies eating is my favorite.

Tomatoes are fruits

The fruits of my labor:


Damn, what am I supposed to do with all this labor fruit?


*This is one day's harvest.

Babies havin' babies

Meet Ruby, my four month old Mutt of a dog, presumably Irish Wolfhound and poodle:

Ruby lost a tooth today:Her loss, my gain.


*I washed it first.

Accio, heartbreak.

This is my new face, for the rest of my life, because there will be no more Harry Potter books.

Camel jokes.

It's saying "My humps, my humps."
Thank me later.

Political scandal

So all of this hooplah about Dick Cheney trying to be all secretive in his office is nuts. Apparently he wants complete privacy to do whatever when in his office, which the dept. of records responded to with: "Woah, no way dude, that's totally illegal, you are fucked up!" Then, Cheney apparently tried to abolish the office of records?? Or something?

Either way, America is going to be pretty embarrassed when they RUIN the surprise party that Cheney was trying to plan for all of us.

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Here's a list of things that people say that I hate:

1. "That's par for the course, I suppose."

2. "Cool beans!" (or alternately, "CoOl BeAnS!!!@"

3. "Get outta TOWN!"

4. "Who do you think you are, Tony Soprano?" (Said in terrible Brooklyn accent)

5. "That's the cat's pajamas!" (No one actually says this but I have read it before, and that's enough.)

6. "I know you are, but what am I?"

7. "Get the fuck out of my house or I am calling the cops!!"

Injun Summer

Monsters make the best friends, they love to scream so they never "shhh!" you for talking too loud when you get excited like other friends do!

R.I.P, Livejournal, hello Pretty, Silly Things!

Hi friends!

This blog is a long time overdue, and suddenly I am motivated by my impending move. Packing my whole life into Absolut Citron boxes and compartmentalizing everything I own made me say "where does all of this art go?"

Welcome to Pretty, silly things. Enjoy!