February 2009
Consistently bemused by the unsolicited but often alluring trades suggested on my craigslist posts. Today saw a laptop and tank of piranhas.
Well, half. Learnt of the crossover in carnivorous fish enthusiasts and leather-clad reptile swap attendees long ago. Both are a sordid lot.
Seeking methods to covert .MPEG to format compatible with iDVD. First attempt mutated 200mb to 18gb (.DV) and Hello, my name is S. Ucker.
January 2009
Mmm, this loaf of bread looks straight out the Bible.
As she left the opera house with the Maharajah of Eschnapur, Jasper rose up from behind a snowdrift and stabbed her in the throat. -E.G.
Accidental wool socks dream-spawned a Spider-Man masked Sinatra headlining swank fashion event on an island hotel. A-Bombs, Telekinesis.
Retweeting @photojojo: Check out the stars and the city lights in this video shot from a plane. Enchanting… http://is.gd/hAnf
Pleasantly surprised, well, relieved to see “regrets” auto complete in the category field for my latest column.
Disoriented from the real-time business lag of “I’ll call you tomorrow.” In-house e-calendar appointments have spoiled.
Love to pan fry but not a fan of the lingering ghost odor not unlike the burnt shadow of a pregnant A-Bomb victim. And veal’s the father.
Mini golf black light one man dance party, brought to you by MIA and the gallons of UV filth induced vomit.
Your Corps, My Corps, Our Corps, Albacore.
