i’m not sick but i’m not well
you remember that song. it was great. those gentlemen released a new album. download it and then go buy it.
edit: due to the large amount of traffic this post has been getting (most likely from people searching for the song whose lyrics are in the title), i feel as if i need to at least tell everyone what the song is. it’s called “Flagpole Sitta” from the album “Where Have All The Merrymakers Gone.” the band is Harvey Danger. a link to their site is up in the first paragraph.
i’ve borrowed one of these. it’s rather nifty, the manual controls and all. however, i actually still prefer the image quality of a camera i’ve used on many an occasion. it’s not super flashy, but it’s actually quite powerful. i almost consider it an old friend at this point. of course, i still really like it’s slightly superior relative. but not as much as the next step up. maybe i’ll pony up some dough for one of these some day…
sweet exhaustion. how it creates delusions and misfirings in the mind. the ironic sense of apathy is actually somewhat euphoric. as of right now i’m so far gone on mental vacation that i’m into popping on headphones and wading into the depths of some progressive compositions. Bowie’s “Low” and “Heroes” are good for that. Or maybe some of The Cure. Earlier work from Broken Social Scene too, perhaps.
today in a very very local newspaper there was a column written by someone calling himself a “humor columnist.” he went on and on with the same old jokes about the iPod nano. i should’ve known from his self-appointed position and pseudo-witty photo that the column would be filled with the comedic equivalent of a messy regurgitated abortion. i’ve written some fairly mediocre comedy articles, but even the worst had enough cajones to out-joke something of that caliber. of course, there’s the retort “well, why don’t you write something for the paper then?” because firstly, it would probably be mildly offensive; and secondly, not that many people understand my humor anyways. and i don’t really care about the nonbelievers. fuck em.
in other news, i’m losing out. i’ll keep it wide open like that.
blown wide open.
