nov 14 in idea barrages

If I owned a minor league sports team in Macon Georgia, I would definitely call them the Macon Love.

A Star Wars branded footrace called The Darth Maul Half-Marathon.

If you get really constipated, you may have no choice other than to use a number two pencil.

I saw a construction sign that said “Pavement Ends” and I knew what it meant literally but… also… I knew what it meant existentially as well. Even the pavement will too end, someday.

Wherever there is a gun, there is a tragedy waiting to happen. Then people are surprised when they happen, I guess. Let go of your worship of violence, America, we can make some things better together.

Less a city of angels, more a city of angles, where everyone’s got one, nearly all are obtuse, no one nearly as cute as they think they are, sharp as knives yet dull as the sea’s endless flat-lined endless horizon.

I hope that the alien anthropologists that pick through our ashes see the ads for Nike “Just Do It” and decide that “Doit” was our word meaning “minimally-adequate footwear”.

I just realized that the greatest name for a bad movie marathon is a Cringe Festival.