I'm leaving for Atlanta tonight. Happy non-religion specific holiday, everyone!

Man, internet was down all day yesterday. Here's a picture that I was going to post. Made it a few years ago, forgot about it completely:

Here is what snow looks like in the desert (by request, and also I didn't take any of them):

(all pictures courtesy of the las vegas review-journal. i think.)

It's snowing here* today. At least they don't freak out here like they do in Atlanta every time a drop of the white stuff** is spotted.



*Las Vegas
**what the newscasters here call snow. I guess as opposed to what, cocaine?

It will probably make your soul bleed.

What have we been talking about lately?

What color shoes to wear with a green dress, how am I going to get a Nintendo Wii, it smells like popcorn and cake at the same time, the "rural juror", it must be popcorn cake, hornymanatee dot com, have I completely lost the ability to write a cohesive blog entry, probably.

That fucking Paul McCartney christmas song is in my head.

they have something called a friday night "jam skate session". oh it is so on.

PARIS - A team of American-led divers has discovered a new crustacean in the South Pacific that resembles a lobster and is covered with what looks like silky, blond fur, French researchers said Tuesday.
Scientists said the animal, which they named Kiwa hirsuta, was so distinct from other species that they created a new family and genus for it.












the prophesy is coming to pass, you guys.

I need to start taking my laptop home every night and updating livejournal around seven pm. Because that's when my most profound realizations about the day seem to happen. When everything has sunk in and sits there taking up all the room like the moisture in a three milks cake. Updating at eleven am leads to such topics as:
i need more taxidermy in my house
why is beer of the month club so expensive
i wonder if my mom still has the salt map of antarctica that i made in the fifth grade
similies like the moisture in a three milks cake
KRFT KLBS for scenesters who want to make dioramas and terrariums. and salt maps of antarctica.

I have a series of childcraft books back home in lagrange georgia that can teach me just about anything using four color photos of animals, erlenmeyer flasks and macrame projects. There was a scary guide for parents that had pictures of diseases that have since been wiped out in a giant wave of antibiotics and other such medical advances, a book about plants that I hardly even touched.
For the past few days I have been missing Atlanta like crazy but maybe it's that I miss being skinny and medicated. My sense of place and time are all scrambled and embedded, I don't miss places but I do miss eras. Maybe's it's selective hindsight.

(aka pre-glasnost geographical insights and projects with underlying agendas)

"everyone's a party photographer" is the new "everyone's a dj".

I love the Wayback Machine. Because thanks to its powers, I can now give you a list of headings which have appeared at the top of this blog throughout history. And by history I mean since 2003, when I first started it.

Melmac!
The Place Where I Am On
Channel 7 Hazard Weather Action Tracking Meterology Wolfpack
Now Is The Winter of Our Discount Tent
Positively Robotic. Positively Maddening.
Number One Choice In Farcical Pedagogues.
Occasional, Superfluous Assents of the Interlocutor
Dehumidifier: The Bloggening!
Pomoeroticism, Protofuturism, Postdehumidification and You (the viewer) as "Self". (the online text)
Eatso Much, Peso Little
Gonna Live It Up Down Old South America Way

Now I am going to go see what other pages looked like throughout history. Remember when this blog was where it was at? Call me a mentally challenged thirteen year old with nothing to say, but I'm more into livejournaling these days.

I STILL LOVE YOU BLOG what am i saying.

95% of debating is physical appearance. It's not what you say, it's how you look saying it.

Last night I was at a party with a) john waters b) that band gravy train c) kato kaelin. I kept asking people seriously am I not just hallucinating kato kaelin again. Oh and d) five billion other people. People who took a lot of bathroom pictures.

I just had an eight hour dream about being late for some things and running away from others, all set to the tune of a impossibly large crowd and insufficient restraint devices. I am still recovering. I think the key to shaking it is going down the street to Borders, getting some coffee and buying the first season of Strangers With Candy on dvd. Exactly.

I was planning on writing more, I think. Initially.