The problem with spending more time on posts is that you get fewer of them.
Gone are the days of 2003 when you could twist off 10 posts a day because you’d found some amazing links off b3ta. Hence here are some random and unconnected things instead of a beautifully nuanced journey through paragraph-land.
I’ve taken to carrying the moleskine about with me again. The immediacy this brings is essential in keeping track of your changing feelings toward things – a process that you utterly fail to appreciate without a physical record. It also comes in handy when you’re out on your own again and you can look clever by jotting stuff down and staring thoughtfully into the middle distance, rather than simply weeping bitter lonely tears into your Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.
In a related point, after a night out it’s amusing to trace the gradual degeneration of your physical coordination to Michael J Fox levels by rereading the frenzied scribbles.
Actually go read that whole thread – guaranteed hours of laughs, if not 100% SFW.
I found some amazing comics from hockeyzombie, like the singing shark. And the nightmarish dough boy.
Only five days left in the big city before flying back to the homeland…
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