it's all about moderation, you guys

this is what happens when you are a tiny moth and you try to drink an entire glass of orange juice.
let this moth's death serve as a reminder to us all: pace yourself.

i wrote a haiku

Haikus are so easy.
Anyone can write haikus.
seriously, dude.

smiles

good news: my dear friend, Parsnip "pat trick" Rule, and i have developed a new type of technology which allows us to makes movies with each other while living on opposite sides of the continent.

this is for a contest or something. patrick filmed his part and sent it to me through satellite dishes and phone chords and outer space and a bunch of computers and then i edited it and sent it back through outer space and satellites and stuff to get it back to his computer. we have a couple of different versions of this video. all of which are awesomely, intentionally crappy.

you'll see the rest in due time. for now, enjoy this one that we sent in with an application for some contest or something.

D.E.E.B.

there are expiration dates on those batteries for a reason.

best news i've heard all day

thaaaaat's where crop circles come from. that movie, Signs, was full of beans!

when i was a kid

Sigur Rós - Untitled #1 (aka Vaka) from sigur-ros.co.uk on Vimeo.

i bought this sigur rós cd/dvd when i was a kid. in 2002. in 2002, i was a kid. and i used to watch this video fairly often and just cry and cry. that was my idea of a good time.

it's funny to think about now. but at the time, it was serious. i really enjoyed it. i was a sophomore. i had long hair. people would see my long hair and ask me where to get pot. then they wouldn't believe me when i said i didn't smoke pot.

it's funny though. i wasn't an emo kid. and i wasn't a hippy. i wasn't goth. i just liked being sad. seems a bit silly now. though i still like this video. and still occassionally like to feel sad. but now i prefer pump up videos. like this one. or this one that makes me want to start a band. or this one that you maybe shouldn't watch at work if you work at a lame place that doesn't like awesome videos with naked people running around.

blind melon

i was just lying in bed and i heard two girls talking. sometimes at night, i hear people outside. people walking home from bars or parties or whatever. i hear weird bits of conversations, sometimes people on phones, sometimes shopping-cart-people collecting alluminum, sometimes (more often than you'd think) people singing to themselves.

tonight i heard two girls talking about old music videos. one said "what was the one with the girl in the bumblebee suit?"
"i don't know," the other said, half-interested.
i shot up in bed and wanted to yell "blind melon - no rain!" but i didn't. because i don't do things like that. i don't talk to strangers. i don't even acknowledge strangers. even when i have information i know they want. i am a bad citizen in this regard.
but overhearing this bit of conversation excited me. for some strange reason, blind melon keeps popping up in my life in weird ways. especially since i moved into this apartment. i can't explain it, but there is something special happening betwixt me, blind melon, and this apartment.

the lead singer from blind melon was from indiana. i'm from there. michael jackson was from there. michael jackson and i share the same birthday. those guys are dead. i'm not, as far as i know. what do all these connections mean? probably nothing. but maybe something.

all energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet.

michael jackson was the greatest

that dude was the coolest. i always felt a little bad for him when people made fun of him. yeah, he got a little weird. but he earned it. that guy gave us so much. the jackson 5 was amazing enough in and of itself. but then everything he did in the 80s and into the early 90s ... c'mon. the guy was incredible. and the funkiest dancer to ever live.

at least now that he's gone, maybe people will lay off the jokes and forget about the bad craziness that came later in his life and they'll just remember the crazy awesomeness that preceded it.

i feel extra bad because my friend from work was supposed to see him next month in london. she's a huge fan. he kissed her on the cheek once during a concert when she was a kid.

madlibs are stupid!

madlibs are stupid. ... stupid awesome! beards are stupid too. when you can't grow them.

promote silliness

it's so easy to be silly. and it makes the world such a better place. so many common things just need a slight adjustment in order to become silly things. like these adorable miniature ex-presidents.