Herman Melville

"All men live enveloped in the whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life."
— Herman Melville

You can study too much.

My eyes are burning two holes into the computer screen from staring at my microsoft word document for hours without end. So, I resorted to ffffound, where I found this picture, and a few minutes of visual relief. I highly suggest this website if any of my two readers ever feel like their eyes are about to rupture from their skull, leaving chasms where all the things that they have just studied can begin to spew out of. That's right, I ended my sentence with a preposition. chaos.

Martin De Thurah. Ya, yes it's human.

Carpark North “Human”. video done by Martin De Thurah. I watched his short film "We Who Stayed Behind" and some of his other stuff this weekend and competely fell in love.

Oh Movie

"The Greatest Dad in the World": Even though I believe that this position has already been filled by my own dad, this movie preview kills me. I might be doing my homework at the movie theatre tonight.

How to be Annoying: An Original Playwright

Characters:
Joanna- early 20's, student/unemployed, enjoys morse code and skeleton buildings. Little Wayne: not really, but close look-alike, late 20's-ish, enjoys diamonds on his grillz and oversized basketball jerseys.

Setting:
Joanna sat on a metal bench widdeling away at her beloved sudoku puzzles while waiting for the light-rail to make its way to her stop. With her earbuds in tightly, she listened to the Lara Croft "Tombraider" soundtrack (Don't judge her.), and wondered whether she'd be cast as a super-hero or villain if someone were to make a x-men character out of her. In sum, she was content. Then immediately, DISTRACTION.
Act I.
Joanna (thinking to herself): What's that? Little Wayne? slothing his way over to my bench? No... wait, really? you're going to sit down next to me? {she looks around at the crowds of empty benches, again noting that they are empty.}
Oh duh, you're just gettin' a drink from the drinking fountain. no bid deal- wait. no. you passed the fountain. code-red. please, no. I just want to play my sudo-
Little Wayne (in soft breathy voice): I was wondering, you know when that trainbus is gettin' here?
Joanna: huh?
Little Wayne: When the next trainbus is commin'.
Joanna (removes earbuds): 5 minutes I think.

Little Wayne stares at Joanna as she puts her earbuds back in, attempts to ignore him and play sudoku for the next 45 seconds. He interrupts, Joanna counteracts, and they engage in the most riveting conversation ever known to mankind:

"What's that? Sudoku. No, I mean that big-ass scar on your arm. Oh, this one? YE-aah, that one. Right, it's a 'big-ass' scar. Why? I broke it. Why? gymnastics. Oh I see, I see, you wanna da be a cheerleader. No, I actually didn't make the team. OH DE-AAAAMN, you feel tougher now? No, why would that [not making the cheer team 10 years ago] make me feel tougher now? 'Cuz you got'a bad-ass scar."

Act II.
Little Wayne follows Joanna onto the the light-rail and insists on sitting next to her. She tries to end the conversation but Little Wayne resists. At this point, there are several people watching in amusement, or horror, depending on their individual take on public exposure.


"I'm gonna finish my sudoku now. Am I being all annoying and shi*? Yes. How you play that suu- dO-ku-o? You play it like any other puzzle. Ya, but dat's all numbers and shi*. Ok I'm turning my i-pod back on now. Yo, I gotta bad ass scar too. please don't show me, Cool. Ya but I do feel tougher cuz you know I jumped outta' a car on the freeway and shi*. That's unfortunate. I'll show you. No, don't. It's just right under my shirt stop trippin'. No seriously, don't show me. A'ight, right here, see? Ok that's not even a scar; that's a scab. Ye-aah, the dr.'s said it won't never be like my other skin again. Stop picking at it and put your shirt back down. I'm just always gon' have dis scar forever. Seriously it's just a scab. Like, it aint never gonna go away. That sucks, put your shirt back down. Oh, yo I got to take this {Cue Notorious B.I.G. ringtone}, it's my music agent."

Believable: Supper with the Pitts

This is just how I've always imagined Brad Pitt in his leisure: a casual middle class family dinner complete with sloppy place mats, cafeteria lighting, and a rowdy toddler pawing at his string beans and mashed potatoes. Oh, and I especially enjoy the portable plastic fan in the background.

Me Too.

People tell me this all the time... picture via fffffound.