Sigh. It's 'Linky', I'm going a little less 'Linky'. Anyway, that was yesterday. Today, I need to belch a few good words on a few good things. Many of these are, how shall I say...matters of a hyperlinked nature?
But first...this shit is mine, BEEYATCH! Someone performed an MSN search (huh? couldn't have been voluntary) on 'currylingus', my page is top of the pile. The second link, however, leads to Episode Seven of Tony and Tim's podcast. The cast's overview includes a "currylingus" so of course I download and play. To my utter dry-heaval, they claim responsibility for this site's *ingenious* name. Sure they came up with it TOO, I mean, once you start talking about kissing Adam Curry's ass and "sucking curry cock", it is only logical to turn to currylingus. Regardless, keep all threat of copyright to yourselves, boys, your 1/13/2005 podcast hasn't got a thing on my 12/27/2004 inaugural post (not to mention the slew of people bearing witness to the term's birthing at P.F. Chang's in Dallas, 2001). Now that we've cleared that up, let us proceed...
I've been hankering to read Chuck Palahniuk's new book, Haunted, for a bit now. Everytime I try to purchase it I either chicken out or it is sold out. I keep teetering. Good thing the man so kindly put up one of the short stories from the book on his page, a story called 'Guts'. You might think the name was chosen as it reflects the contents of the story. I differ, the name refers to what those who finish the entire story possess. Might as well have been called 'Got Balls?' or 'Bet you can't read till the end without throwing up'. No doubt the man can write (yes, yes, Fight club) but I'm far too revolted right now to care. Oh, I see, think you're tough do ya? Yeah. Why don't you try it then? Go. For. Gold. Smartass. Cee Pee, reads it especially, so we can talk about how gross it is when we hang out next.
I don't remember what my life was like before Bloglines, whatever it was it sure wasn't as easy as it is today. I recommend this service to you with every burning fiber of my being. You can read anything with a feed on one page. Anything. As it is updated. Newspapers, blogs, magazines, whatevs. Motherfucking brilliant. Have an ogle at my page. 28 feeds on one site and those are just the basics!
I leave you with a piece of indulgent nostalgia, from my childhood, the Sharjah corniche:
P.S.
- UGH. I've got 'Ebony & Ivory' stuck in my head, been walking around humming that shit since last night...Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh lord, why don't weeee?
- On another note, why don't people seem to be taking me seriously today???
But first...this shit is mine, BEEYATCH! Someone performed an MSN search (huh? couldn't have been voluntary) on 'currylingus', my page is top of the pile. The second link, however, leads to Episode Seven of Tony and Tim's podcast. The cast's overview includes a "currylingus" so of course I download and play. To my utter dry-heaval, they claim responsibility for this site's *ingenious* name. Sure they came up with it TOO, I mean, once you start talking about kissing Adam Curry's ass and "sucking curry cock", it is only logical to turn to currylingus. Regardless, keep all threat of copyright to yourselves, boys, your 1/13/2005 podcast hasn't got a thing on my 12/27/2004 inaugural post (not to mention the slew of people bearing witness to the term's birthing at P.F. Chang's in Dallas, 2001). Now that we've cleared that up, let us proceed...
I've been hankering to read Chuck Palahniuk's new book, Haunted, for a bit now. Everytime I try to purchase it I either chicken out or it is sold out. I keep teetering. Good thing the man so kindly put up one of the short stories from the book on his page, a story called 'Guts'. You might think the name was chosen as it reflects the contents of the story. I differ, the name refers to what those who finish the entire story possess. Might as well have been called 'Got Balls?' or 'Bet you can't read till the end without throwing up'. No doubt the man can write (yes, yes, Fight club) but I'm far too revolted right now to care. Oh, I see, think you're tough do ya? Yeah. Why don't you try it then? Go. For. Gold. Smartass. Cee Pee, reads it especially, so we can talk about how gross it is when we hang out next.
I don't remember what my life was like before Bloglines, whatever it was it sure wasn't as easy as it is today. I recommend this service to you with every burning fiber of my being. You can read anything with a feed on one page. Anything. As it is updated. Newspapers, blogs, magazines, whatevs. Motherfucking brilliant. Have an ogle at my page. 28 feeds on one site and those are just the basics!
I leave you with a piece of indulgent nostalgia, from my childhood, the Sharjah corniche:
P.S.
- UGH. I've got 'Ebony & Ivory' stuck in my head, been walking around humming that shit since last night...Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh lord, why don't weeee?
- On another note, why don't people seem to be taking me seriously today???
6 Comments:
that pic sure brings back memories! Go easy on the Fs, you know what that does to my office network :-)
Use your team of high-powered copyright attorneys and nail dem bombaclaats!
Sweet pic.
Read Palahniuk's haunted a while ago. It wasn't as good as his best work, Survivor, but I liked the storytelling aspect and the way it lampoons the current television culture including reality television.
argh! girl i told you i was sleepy ... i wasn't thinking and reading right !!
Uff, so much for anonymity! You're funny when you're sleepy, you should force yourself to be awake more, ha.
cool! i like this space! will visit you more often!
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