dec 11 in idea barrages

Sometimes when people say “namaste” I honestly hear “nah, I’m gonna stay” and I get terribly confused.

You’ll never witness the process of a small cut to your body healing, but every day you wake up, if you’re doing things right, it will have knit together a little bit more. Just because you can’t perceive it in the moment doesn’t mean it isn’t happening over time.

The trade off for all fame’s advantages and riches is that you no longer own yourself, the world does. You are no longer your own. Even the devil itself doesn’t take a bartered soul until after you die. Fame submits you to the whims of the masses even as you still draw breath.

When I ask the dog “how does one deal with the melancholy of a life stumbling full-bore toward briefly-promising dead-ends again and again? the loneliness, the feelings of un-accomplishment?” he just says “petting a fluffy dog can’t hurt”. Ollie is pragmatic like that.

The janitorial arts are complex and varied, it’s ironically hard to make sweeping statements about them.

A postcard of Santa surfing with the caption “Yule Tide Greetings”.

A parody of Weezer’s execrable “Hash Pipe” about Rene Magritte’s painting “The Treachery of Images”.

You know what they say about Scottish history: Picts or it didn’t happen.