I'm sticking with you, cause I'm made out of glue

OH LOOK ITS A FAISAN. i must say, i actually forgot the title of this old blog for awhile, so i was left to putter around google for awhile searching various faisan phrases (ie: "burrito in rainforest.blogspot.com). SO let's see, as freshman and women in faisan, we can officially say that we are done with SLE PAPER MADNESS. and on my third cup of tea last night, i realized how good residential education truly is. last night, among other events, there was haircutting and kitchenette-ing, and screaming and dancing and running and smiling. and frowning. oh and writing, and talking, and i am sure there was youtubing, and maybe greg's computer bellowed "you've got mail" at one point. everytime someone would walk by we would inquire about one another's papers quickly, but then launch into some conversation that is much more interesting. i realize now, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. faisan, after a cray cray 10 ish months of bondin and chillin fo sho fo sho, i can honestly say that even in the depths of marx depression i can still look up and see someone that i love. awwwwww. fuckmarxandallofhisshitaboutalienationbecauseyoudontneedtobealienatedinlife.

ok sorry

running on bagel and tea tea tea

and now later we have sle sle sle

mother fucker

yeah

sorry for being so vulgar.

cool beans much love.

Story written by a second grader

"Once upon a time there were four golf scorpions but the thing that was scare about them was that nobody know they were scorpions and one day they were at a party an it was time for them to changed to scorpions and somebody had push them in the water and they got killed and all the people said hey what happen to the world when they looked at the sky the moon was on fire and the scorpions was poisonous. The End."
-Jarvezz G.

BOOHBAH!!!

This shit is RIDICULOUS, literally never seen something funnier in my life

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJvHrx1X-Gk&feature=related

Baljinnyam Posts Bullshit

Title summarizes what follows below:

I've been thinking about posting on this glorious online forum for a long time now, and I never did because I always felt that what I had to say would not be nearly as funny or as entertaining as what you talented people write.

Well, here goes.

I think that I shall tell a story from my childhood. When I was small, growing up in Mongolia, I would often spend hours looking out of my grandparents' apartment window, observing the happenings of the surrounding neighborhood, the cars and the buses that went by, etc. One day, around the age of 3, I was hanging out with my grandpa. I turned to him, and I said, "Grandpa. Did you know that all my friends go to school? I went with them yesterday." I, then, proceeded to tell my grandpa, in elaborate detail, what happened at school. To which, my grandpa just nodded and let me finish telling my story.

Three things to note: 1) What I was saying was funny because I didn't have any friends and because I never went to school. 2) I am thankful that my grandpa let me exercise my imagination. I really loved that man. He inhabits a large part of my heart. 3) Even at an early age, I showed an affinity for all things academic? Cool? I think so.

Now, in this academic stage on my life, all the friends whom I love are at school. They make life better. Except, one friend is very far away, "in the land of the midnight sun."

borrrreeeddd

so, I am putting off doing work. so I decided to amazon search interesting things.

Apparently, illustrators believe that there are trees in Point Hope, AK:
At $495.00, this volume speaks for itself:and finally:

god bless the fillmore

i solemnly regret not being able to see mgmt, la roux, the dead weather, and yeasayer in the same week. this is my life.

Produced by Arjun Ivatury (best friend from high school) and Owen Barton.

abandoned neon structures

noel kerns photography

bearsharktopus-man

barrack obama looking at awesome things

Get out of my way, Saturn!

no joke

got it in anchorage

manipulating your cells to live forever is for gangstas

immortal jellyfish

Guess who

HA

into the madding crowd the caged cuckoo flies

ihasahotdog.com...
DO IT. It's not that I'm sponsoring mindless procrastination, but there's something to be said for the rejuvenating benefits of not being able to draw breath due to sustained bouts of giggly giddiness.
And it's the time of the quarter when the general philosophy is "every thing goes; don't worry, be happy because it's physically impossible to endure higher levels of cortisone than this----ARRGG WHY ARE YOU NOT DEFLATING???"
If the sentence above isn't resolving itself into anything that makes even a modicum of sense, that's fine. In fact, that's kinda the point. (I mean, what was the point of Sandy's midnight pre-SLE final goth makeover? It was just delightful for plain delight's sake.)

Chronic nonsensicality.
Habitual whimsicality.
Burtonian fantasticality and Dali-esque bizarre insanity.

If you're still find yourself stubbornly refusing to submit to this Faisanite credo, I prescribe a hearty dosage of the fifth season of LOST.
But on a more earnest note, I would like to violently wish everyone good luck on the impeding week of mayhem.
Remember that the robin's egg azure of California skies are ever-forgiving, ever-enduring. Except when it rains, that is.

so many pregnancy jokes

5 second films

Birthday

i'm glad that you guys weren't shy like this kid.

retro vid

lets take a trip all the way back to 2007! in my garage! lololololololol

ms. jackson

substitute teachers have fun too

hey guys, i'm working at the only school in point hope. the middle school kids play this online game all the time. it seems kinda weak at first, but now i can't stop playing.
lineflyer 1
lineflyer 2

if you like movies based offa comic books...

Corey in drag

Is Prince(ss) Leia not Corey?!

Tik Tok Star Wars

Thanks Molly!

lol

shout out to my treeps!! (get it? trees + peeps)

I can communicate empathically with plants! I suspect that my great-grandmother did too. On my mom’s side I come from a family with a bit of a supernatural bent – people who have premonitions and see ghosts. I don’t know if being able to communicate with trees is really related to that, but it might be.

When I was a lonely boarding school kid trees saved my life in small but important ways. I remember a copper beech tree just outside the dorm I lived in for three years who became almost a parental figure. We developed a relationship over the first year I was at the school, and it continued to support me over time. This wonderful tree was old, large and awesome. It was probably the most stable figure in my life, and had the clearest voice out of all the plants I’ve ever interacted with. It would remind me that I wasn’t alone, and it would give me little mental nudges when it thought my worries were too transitory to be important.

You can imagine that as a nerdy, lesbian tree-psychic I wasn’t the most popular kid ever but with the trees in their New England glory all around me I really didn’t care. I witnessed a dramatic world of life and rebirth, changing seasons and unchanging years that seemed beyond many of the things that school made me worry about. I had some human friends who were awesome, some of whom even accepted this whole tree-thing I had going on. The copper beech, a gingko down the street, a pine tree by the lake and three maples by the path to the schoolhouse all supported me too, and I needed it.

These days my life has so many human connections that I barely even remember that I can have plant ones, too. On Saturday, without thinking, I greeted a tree on campus in the way that I used to. It had been so long that I forgot how to close that part of my mind back up. It seemed as though tree consciousness were everywhere. I remembered what it used to be like on fall evenings in New Hampshire, when every deciduous tree and bush extravagantly mourned its leaves and I thought I was going crazy, surrounded by voices that weren’t voices. I remembered, too, the wonderful feeling it gave me of never having to be alone.

graffiti win

this is one of my favorite places on le intertheque

pictures of walls

also: trololololo pt. 2

FACES

so right now i am sitting in roble gym. it is spitting rain outside and there is a big group of dancing types dancing around in the ballet room next door. WEEK 10 OH NO. as stanford kids we walk around with our backpacks and north faces and real faces and go eat food and try to engage in some sustained discussion about life and what we want to do with it, whether it be learning math or reading about how great god is in SLE. and this sustained discussion is a beautiful thing. or i am just making a massive generalization, obviously everyone does not wear north face jackets, myself included. but really in this selfish rant i realize that the best part of all of this wandering through tree land has been the actual faces of the people i have come to know and love. NAMELY: YOU PEOPLE. I LIKE YOUR FACES. today i saw baljy walking to his econ final, and li he walking to her play rehearsal, and derek with his derek walk walking from psych, and dan at his computer doing cs, and anna in her bright shirt singing and being productive, and jackie with her cottage cheese and her constitution book and molly in her red slippers and greg in his leather jacket and thomas with his new haircut and zev at the table reading his newspaper. and that was just in the mere 3 hours that i have been awake. and all of these faces meant a lot more than any of the books that i tried to stuff into my consciousness before the SLE final. OK WOW SUPERRRR EMO LET ME JUST START PLAYING SOME BRIGHT EYES ALREADY. AH MY COMPUTER IS ABOUT TO DIE. AH WAHOO I LOVE RAMBLING AIMLESSLY. CORY I MISS YOUR PURPLE PRESENCE AND I CANNOT WAIT TO REUNITE.

i like your faces. that is all.

ps ganesh just walked by quickly, ready for social dance. watch out.

wtf

trolololololo

Let's Play Monopoly

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXLqAqoBcXM

lol

nostalgia win

this is pretty cool, people take pictures resembling pictures that were taken when they were much younger

http://www.zefrank.com/youngmenowme/

FUNNY ANIMAL SOUNDS!!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=948rhsRvIkw&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woobL2yAxD4

song from juno for reals

funny video on the internet

lol ha ha ha

Fourth Generation Family Friends

Smooth Criminal

A Song about Beans

So, before you read this post, if you aren't familiar with Mameshiba, you should watch some (cute) videos!

Natto
Black Bean
Green Pea

So Corey wrote the chords, and I encourage him to cover this song so we can have some decent singing on the blog! Anyway, here is a short uke song about Mameshiba!!

More Batman

Faisan Forest and Friends

Chapter 1:

http://www.storyjumper.com/book/index/38062/Faisan-Forest-and-Friends

Spideweb in the Rain On East Campus Drive

damn

its getting harder to convince myself that this blog is for looking at my own posts

dapper animals

ms paint

i just downloaded a mac version of paint, lol

freaky

mr. chi city's fridge

Criminals and Crime

Those of you who know me know that I have devoted the past year and a half of my life to the systematic study of Crime. The criminal underbelly of our universe is poorly documented and poorly understood, and I do not claim to be able to shed even the slightest amount of light upon this subject; indeed, to claim to be elucidating the matter at all is vain and worthless, since it is only in our non-criminal world that the phenomenon of crime is so poorly understood. Indeed, in the world of crime, the same is so well understood as to be invisible to its denizens, as water is to fish. A criminal, then, while entirely knowledgeable about crime, cannot contribute any meaningful information or understanding to the study thereof. Yet for those of us law-abiding Americans outside the pernicious world of moral degeneracy and organized law-breaking, an understanding of crime is impossible, since it is entirely antithetical to us. Indeed, crime is precisely the exact opposite of us. As such, there are three ways possible for us to understand Crime: (1) to engage in abstract theoretical consideration, (2) to enlist the help of those who traffic between the worlds of law-abiding citizens and criminals, those who are, in effect, partially criminal and partially law-abiding; and (3) to seek to understand ourselves, and to precisely negate this, since Crime consists in the exact opposite of ourselves. All this consideration will lead us to a shocking, yet somehow unsurprising conclusion.

The first option is, I must confess, the one that has most occupied my time for the period in which I have carried out this study, since abstract consideration is the area in which I personally excel insofar as I excel in any skill. The first theoretical way to understand crime has come through study of the most superficial aspect of crime, its name. The word "crime" stems from the Greek word "krima," which means "shame." This points to an essential aspect of crime: it involves shame, an internal feeling, as opposed to, say, dishonor, an external condition. Crime is thus tied to our current culture of shame, and of the importance of internal feeling in general, as opposed to outside societal influences. In such a world, shame is inevitable; thus, crime is an inevitable part of the fabric of our society. Since society and its paradigms form our perception of the universe, and since, if Berkeley's arguments are to be accepted, our perception constitutes reality along with our will (esse est percipi)--then we come to the inescapable conclusion that crime is a part of the very fabric of the universe itself. Since we have come to this conclusion by reaching into the etymological roots of the word "crime," it follows that our discovery must similarly reach into the roots of the universe -- not only is crime a part of the universe, then, it is a core part, present in the singularity from which the Universe sprang. A full account of cosmology and ontology must therefore take crime into account in its analysis of reality.

Yet our modern word is "crime," not "krima" -- this primordial krima must be separated from our modern "crime," though it is a form of the same phenomenon. Thus we may consider two forms, two different manifestations of crime: krima and our modern word "crime," which concept I will refer to, for convience, as CRIME. Let us take the word CRIME: several meanings can be attributed to it. It is productive to analyze it as an acronym: CRIME Rightly Irrigates Moist Earth. Thus, CRIME is a nurturer, a force responsible for the growth of life. CRIME Really Is Most Excellent. This statement reveals an essential aspect of CRIME: that it is most excellent. Indeed, CRIME is most superb and admirable -- for criminals. For law-abiding citizens, CRIME is reprehensible. This reveals an essential dualism inherent in the concept of CRIME: it divides the world into Criminals and Law-Abiding Citizens (henceforth LACs, pronounced "lacks"). In this respect, CRIME differs from krima, which is an essential part of all reality. Yet the two concepts cannot exist independently of one another. With their common ground removed, CRIME and krima are reduced to CE and ka, pronounced "see" and "ka", together "seeka" or "seeker": i.e., seeking truth, since truth is absent. Thus to remove the common ground of CRIME and krima is to remove truth; we must conclude, therefore, that truth consists in the common ground of CRIME and krima, which may properly considered "crime" in the lower-case.

We know from the many schools of Western philosophy that the truth may be sought in two ways: a priori and a posteriori. A posteriori understanding of crime can only come from study of it. But crime cannot be seen, or touched, or smelt. Only its by-products may be apprehended this way: the smoke of a gun used to assassinate a duck, the smell of the money used in illicit transactions. The basic unit of Crime is the single criminal act, but this act is only an epiphenomenon originating in the criminal who commits it. Therefore, an a posteriori understanding of crime can only come by the study of its nature in one who has commited a crime, i.e. through an interview with such a person. But for the reasons cited in the first paragraph, a criminal can offer no insight into crime: such an insight must come from one who is both criminal and LAC. Such people do exist, in the twilight zone between the World of Crime and the World of Law-Abiding Citizens, and I have completed an extensive study of them, consisting of interviews and psychological tests. These half-criminals claim to take pleasure in committing actions beyond the realm of the law-abiding man. It is this experience of a different universe that these people find attractive: the tax-evader or child-molestor experiences an entirely different universe than the law-abiding circus ringleader or dentist. The condition of being caught is also commonly cited as pleasurable, because it excites jealousy among the officers of the law. This interpretation may seem to be unique to those who travel both in the World of Law and the World of Crime: for crime for a criminal is not anything new, just as obeying the law is nothing new for a LAC. Yet it offers us an insight into Crime nevertheless. That it gives pleasure for half-criminals to travel between two entirely different universes reveals exactly that the Criminal and the LAC live in entirely different and incompatible realms. The criminal commits crime just as naturally as the LAC learns mathematics. The apparent co-existence of two entirely different universes in what we often perceive as a unified whole is disturbing at best and mind-shattering at worst. When asked to describe the World of Law as opposed to the World of Crime, nearly all subjects responded, "The World of Law is temporal." Indeed, the World of Law is regulated by finite time, clocks and numbered law-codes, which we all must follow lest we become criminals ourselves. It is difficult for us LACs to imagine a world that is anything but "temporal" and codified, yet it is exactly in such a world, co-existing with ours, that criminals live. Indeed, It Is Impossible for a LAC to imagine anything but a temporal world; as such, it seems to be impossible for us to understand crime at all.

One asks: how can we seek to understand crime when we have established that crime is utterly incomprehensible to a law-abiding citizen? The answer lies precisely in that incomprehensibility. Crime is utterly distinct and opposite from the law-abiding nature. Thus, what law-abiding nature is, crime is not. Thus analysis of a LAC reveals precisely the opposite of analysis of a criminal. Therefore, to obtain understanding of the criminal, the LAC must be analyzed, and the conclusions from this inquiry must be negated. Now the best information about crime would be obtained by analysis of the most prototypical LAC, of one must opposed to crime and the criminal underworld. For this purpose I will psychoanalyze the man who has most strongly fought against crime in our generation, Sheriff John Bunnell. Let us take an archetypical statement from Sheriff Bunnell: "Jack may be nimble. Jack maybe quick. But when Jack takes on the Cleveland County PD, he's going to GET BURNED!" Sheriff Bunnell is clearly harking back to childhood nursury rhymes, indicating a full childhood and strong Family Values. Thus, we may conclude that the criminal lacks a full childhood and Family Values. Indeed, it is this lack of Family Values that makes a criminal most stand out in LAC society, and which makes us able to recognize a criminal from a distance of up to 6o meters. Yet this remaking of the famous nursery rhyme differs from the original in one crucial aspect: it does not rhyme. This is in direct opposition to the criminal and to crime itself -- the ultimate crime being, as is commonly known, the so-called Crime Sublime. According to criminal folklore (according the half-criminals I have interviewed), the Crime Sublime is unattainable and unknowable, and those who commit it become as God. Since what is unknowable to a criminal must be supremely knowable to a LAC, it seems logical to conclude that this Crime Sublime is nothing less than to live a totally morally upstanding life. Our utmust possible achievement, our equivalent of the Crime Sublime, must be, then, to live a life of entire depravity and criminality. That the zenith of achievement for the World of Law is Crime, and that the paramount achivement possible in the World of Crime is to obey the Law, reveals perhaps the most important aspect of the interplay of the opposite worlds of law and criminality. Though they are indeed opposite, they are dependent on one another and indeed derive meaning and values from one another.

That the life of crime and the normal life are dependent on one another for their structure and existence reveals an important fact about the nature of Crime and the nature of the very universe. The Crime Sublime and its law-abiding equivalent exist wholly in the others; this implies a union of the two worlds. Indeed, this is how we may perceive the universe as a unified whole, and not consisting of a world of Crime and an entirely separate world of Law; this is why we do not detect the force of "krima" at the very center of our existence in opposition to the other forces at that location. The two worlds are united in a mystic union, and it is only through this union that they acquire any meaning or existence. This observation leads to a conclusion that is simultaneously terrifying and irrefutable: without crime, the universe would not exist.

Hey Look. Learn the words for reals, not for fakes

Vusi Mahlasela

Helena and I went to a concert in Dink last night. The opening act was Talisman -- god, they always give me goosebumps -- and the main performance was Vusi Mahlasela. He is a South African folk singer who was also an activist during the Apartheid period. The concert was so beautiful it had me dancing and crying at the same time. (disclosure: My dad is from South Africa and I've always loved the music and felt connected to it). Vusi played an acoustic guitar with a pickup and there was an electric guitarist and a percussion on drums and shakers. Many of the songs were about the horrors of the Apartheid and how hope and forgiveness where the only way out. Towards the end, the songs got more upbeat (many love songs) and the musicians started dancing! I got some good dance tips!! Anyway, one of the songs played was Thula Mama, dedicated to South African women who survived and to Vusi's grandmother. Here is a rendition from youtube, enjoy! (link)

Babies with Laser Eyes

Exactly what it says: Link

Don't get too fond, Corey!

in honor of danielle who made it for Corey

A Response to "Back in Alaska"

hurrcut

back in alaska

I love you Corey!!!

Happy Valentine's Day to all of Faisan!

(p.s. I see you sugarbear)

From the NYT today (link)

"What is love, anyway? Ah, best for last. If I were Spock from “Star Trek,” I would explain that human love is a combination of three emotions or impulses: desire, vulnerability and bravery. Desire makes one feel vulnerable, which then requires one to be brave.

Since I’m not Spock, I will tell a story.

Say you decide to adopt a baby girl in China. You receive her photo, put it on your refrigerator and gaze at it as the months pass, until finally you’re halfway around the world, holding her in your arms, tears of joy streaming down your face.

But later in your hotel room, after undressing her, you discover worrisome physical signs, in particular a scar on her spine. You call the doctor, then head to the hospital for examinations and CT scans, where you are told the following: she suffered botched spinal surgery that caused nerve damage. Soon she will lose all bladder and bowel control. Oh, and she will be paralyzed for life. We’re so sorry.

But the adoption agency offers you a choice: keep this damaged baby, or trade her in for a healthier one.

You don’t even know about the trials yet to come, about the alarming diagnoses she’ll receive back home, the terrifying seizures you’ll witness. Nor do you know about the happy ending that is years off, when she comes through it all and is perfectly fine. You have to decide now. This is your test. What do you do?

If you’re Elizabeth Fitzsimons, who told this story here one Mother’s Day, you say: “We don’t want another baby. We want our baby, the one sleeping right over there. She’s our daughter.”

That’s love. Anyone can have it. All it requires is a little bravery. Or a lot."

Oh, Kim Hess.

At 12:01am this morning, Kim waddled over to the Faisanite table at Lag Late-Nite and asked: "Hey guys, how's the food?"

Needless to say, we had ourselves a good old chuckle. (Baljinnyam has just heartily laughed about it, albeit belatedly.)

mr. chi city don't fuck with no bugs!

Thoughts en 65'

Have you ever been so happy that it didn’t matter if you died? This comes from a movie that changed my life and has inspired me to in the last two years write in 65 words what I have learned from life in each month. Try it sometime. From now on I am going to try and keep all my posts to 65 words. Love

(That was 65 words but I have more to say this time)

Watch the trailer to the movie, tu vida en 65

http://www.traileraddict.com/trailer/your-life-in-65/trailer

It changed my life.

If you guys don’t mind (please give me feedback) I would like to make my post a weekly post about awareness of some issue. Don’t worry I’ll keep them to 65 words.

Hope Everyone is having a wonderful week

BUTTERSAFE =)

cold war kids - hospital beds

this video makes me wish i were a filmmaker full-time

Things that makes me happy-Family

i was laughing so hard i couldnt stand. i was rolling on the floor crying. leo makes me laugh. hmm and then me and him were teasing mom, talking about her reactions to when we got into college. then mom teased us. and we were all laughing and yelling and pointing and laughing. just like always.

my mom is the perfect size. she's a tough little lady that i can hug as tight as i like. and she'll hug me back. i almost cried when i saw her while i came down the escalator. sike. i did cry as i hugged her. and then she held my hand as we walked to the luggage carousel.

giogio will still hold my hand, even though he's thirteen and in eighth grade. we held hands while traversing the shops. he gave me a huge hug when i got into the car at the airport. he was amazing at his competition. he's gotten so tall. when did that happen?

it was my dad's birthday on the first. i ran across the street to give him a hug. the policeman told me to use the cross-walk next time. i got dad a stanford mug. he said that he's gonna have to start drinking coffee again. he really liked the mug. i told him happy birthday and gave him another hug.

cuz i could.

mom hit me.

cuz she could.

and i guess that made it ok.

she didn't hit me very hard.

just to show that she could.

cuz we were together.

same as it ever was!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-io-kZKl_BI

then the dos' have a power by themselves

make snowflakes!

this cool thing lets you make snowflakes, lololololololol

http://www.flurrious.com/

la bibliotecha!

Vasiliy's first addition to The Blog.

Why is it "the old blog" though?

At any rate, behold and lol. 

my point hope music movie

hey, i shot this video three years ago with this guy karl, its point hope

This is some epic videos of the biggest Broadway actress right now doing the same character from the musical "Gypsy". It's a really interesting and complex musical about a show business mother, Rose, who pushes her daughters too much into the business after her mother and three husbands left her and then her daughter, June, leaves her for being to overbearing and then her second daughter, who becomes the country's biggest burlesque dancer named Gypsy Rose Lee, tells her she doesn't need her anymore. If you want to talk about it more I would LOVE to, it's a brilliant show.

This clip is Bernadette Peters doing the song at the end of the show when she realizes everyone has left her entitled "Rose' Turn": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_eD1btsIAE

This clip is Patti LuPone doing the song after her first daughter leaves her entitled "Every http://bluegobo.com/content/production.php?var=2886413

more posters!

hey guys,

we need to get more faisanites on this mofo. word of mouf, emails, promise of sexual favors, do what you gotta do.

also, i love this band. very few albums i can play the whole way through over and over and over again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekdq1jbZLFU

Turgid (nothing to do with the post, really. It's just a cool word.)

The Watkinses are beacons of light in this pallid imitation of dystopia... Just another one of the many names for mid-term week I've managed to come up with. It's the old Morose Monday, torpid Tuesday, willy-nilly Wednesday--clearly, this one needs a bit of work. But the letter "W" really is kind of a ridiculous letter... (I'll rant about this later, I suppose)
Anyway: The Office and 30 Rock episodes at the RF's Apartment. 9PM.
Sublunary souls under a turgid Thursday moon.
I'll see you all there.

Remember this?

oh faisan. you make me happy.

ooooh look now i can post mah pics :)

Something old, something new

We Are Scientists was my first crush. I have 97 W.A.S. songs on itunes. For full disclosure, I haven't listened to the new album (Brain Thrust Mastery) in entirety, despite owning it; I really enjoy the old sound, the college-years eps that aren't so produced and slick. And the lyrics are comprehensive yet geeky. No wonder they stole my heart.

Example ... well, this song (Lousy Reputation) is from the first wide-release cd, With Love and Squalor, and is does not fall under the EP category (with the wonderful wonderful songs like The Method, We Are Scientists v. Mothra, and Human Technology will Render You Obsolete) but the vid is more classic W.A.S., a bunch of friends hanging out and making music. On a budget!!!

BUT ... a video (click below!!) featuring W.A.S. AND pomeranians? The lyrics described being upset after being turned down ("I asked you nicely once but I won't do that again") so I do not completely understand the cowboy theme, though W.A.S. is known for novelty. and scathing humor.

link: Chick Lit

Guess which one I prefer ... happy blogging!

hey guys, sooooo...

i intend most of all for this blog to be a convenient way for you's all to have a way to share music, vids, pictures, fun/hilarrrrious/wonderful things with each other inside the interwebs.

if anything you find online makes you do any of the following, please post a link and your feelings/thoughts thereof:

• lol
• appalled/outraged
• love life
• swoon
• confused
• hate life/homework
• wish you were asleep/could fall asleep
• think/dream
• happy
• uncomfortable
• move/dance/get loose

this blog could without a doubt become my livelihood if you guys decide to help me make it work. make me happy?

love,

corey