charlie's in your muffler

Thanks, Manson!!

what's that dam smell?

Dane took it! Braden & I at the Hoover.

your tuesday time-sinkhole!

From the 50 "greatest" comedy sketches, at nerve.com.

word of the day: gaslighting!

from the wiki:

"Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse. It uses persistent denials of facts which, as they build up over time, make the victim progressively anxious, confused, and less able to trust his or her own memory and perception. A variation of gaslighting, used as a form of harassment, is to subtly alter aspects of a victim's environment, thereby upsetting his or her peace of mind, sense of security, etc.

"The term was coined from the 1940 film Gaslight and its 1944 remake in which changes in gas light levels are experienced several times by the main character. The classic example in the film is the character Gregory using the gas lamps in the attic, causing the rest of the lamps in the house to dim slightly; when Paula comments on the lights' dimming, she is told she is imagining things. Paula believes herself alone in the house when the dimming occurs, unaware that Gregory has entered the attic from the house next door, and is searching for jewels he believes to be hidden there. The sinister interpretation of the change in light levels is part of a larger pattern of deception to which the character Paula is subjected.

"This technique is also supposed to have been used by the Manson Family during their "creepy crawler" burglaries during which nothing was stolen, but furniture in the house was rearranged."

america, your path is clear

Yes folks, Springsteen has endorsed Obama. I think that's technically the last straw, right? Obama's Long Walk Home is secured. Hell, you probably won't even have to vote.

why norman mclaren deserves your love, too

more adventures in coverart

[thanks, Jenny!]

sometimes

item #3,918 brazenly stolen from drawn.ca.

cruisin' at about 1000 mph

Sweet frigging randy Pan the goat-god, it's a beautiful day. What are you doing reading the internet? You better be in some kind of outdoor internet portico, buddy.

On your way outside, remember to think about Sasquatch! It's coming up pretty fast, you know. Ye gods I love the springtime. BOUND!

3 days in the desert

By day, Las Vegas is windy and everything smells like fruit. At night Frat guys wander around at night and yell "WOO!" at you, and one thousand Mexicans try and physically put into your hand flyers for prostitues. Everything is a copy of something. I got lost on the casino floor of our own hotel. Female statues have enormous (nippled) breasts and male statues actually have penises. Every outside surface is covered with advertisements for Cirque du Soleil, or Rita Rudner, or George Wallace (whose face vaguely disturbs me).

And with the right people, it's ridiculously fun. By a strike of unbelievable luck, Dane was ordered to a secret government conference there at the same time Casey flew Braden & I out to surprise our mom for her birthday, which we found out just a day or two before departing. And in violation of our third amendment rights, he was even quartered with us for a couple nights.


[pic link to flickr set]

We saw the Hoover Dam, and almost went to the Grand Canyon but it was too far. The fountain at the Bellagio (yeah, the one at the end of Ocean's 11) was really great. But I think my favorite part of the trip was when, on the third day while Braden & I were wandering around one of the larger, more snooty malls, we happened upon a small little art store (the Centaur Gallery) which had on display & for sale something like 500 original Chagalls, and almost as many Picassos, weirdly among some original Leroi Neiman paintings and some pop art by Steve Kaufman. When we strode in I went right over to one of the Chagalls, and being amazed by it I moved in a little closer to examine the craftsmanship, and a salesman came up to me and said "You must be an artist!" because I look poor, and appreciate art. I took it as a compliment anyway.

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pics & post forthcoming.