Pancake City

I rewrote the Cake II sketch that some of you commented on. It’s not too different, but I hope it’s a little funnier. I may have made it too weird, but I don’t think I’ll have time to change it before the class on Friday night.

Michele and Evan are moving to Hong Kong in a month, and can’t take their cat, George. He’s friendly, house-trained, and very playful. This is the feline in action. If you live in NYC or DC and want to give this cute cat a warm home, let me know.

The post train got derailed for an extra week when I went to California. I can force myself to think of ideas, and it’s what I have to do after I don’t write for a week or two, but the act of writing sans motivation is one of those wonderful, self-empowering activities I hate doing because it makes me stop wallowing in pity and feeling down.

The thing about wallowing in pity that most people don’t understand is that the wallowing takes place in marshmallow fields on warm, sunny days where the hills are stuffed with goose feathers and you can pluck a cloud from the sky anytime you want and use it as a pillow for your naps, which are frequent and lovely.

You know what gets me out of bed some days? Cocoa Krispies. Knowing there is a box of chocolate-coated rice puffs masquerating as cereal waiting for me in a pantry in front of unopened boxes of bran and granola that I buy when I feel guilty is my version of coffee. Cocoa Krispies gives me the energy I need to march out of my front door. I then collapse on my front step in a sugar-induced insulin coma, but until then, there are a good 10 minutes where I am ready to take on all of the vicissitudes and surprises life has to offer.

I’ll be posting more this week. That’s right, in the coming days I will somehow manage to pole vault over the previous bar of zero posts per week. I will aim for the stars. Perhaps in failure, I may only reach the moon, but my spirit, our spirits, will stretch with our aim and expand merely by our willingness to grasp for a life that matches the America in our hearts, if not our own lives.

That’s right, this post is running for President! My fellow Americans, as the first blog post to reach sentience, I assure you, “I’m (been) Back!” is listening to your hopes, your concerns, your needs. I am change you can believe in,  and I am boarding the Straight Talk Express, in the form of a 1 GB flash drive, so I can head directly to the White House and be ready on Day One! Or Day Two if we have to hitch hike–gas is expensive. Definitely somewhere between Days One and Seven.

There will be mistakes. There will be typos. What is sent out on the RSS feed may be different from this post a week later. No sentient blog post is free of error. And yes, my opponents will distort my words, reprinting them in hard-to-read fonts or all caps to make me look like an idiot. But together, I assure you, asdfkjhksdj

Woah. Jason here. I was in the bathroom for a few minutes. I think my roommate came it and wrote a few paragraphs. Whatever. Anyway, I’ll be posting more this week. See ya.

The Straight Talk Change Mobile o8! Vote for me in November!

I will be vacationing in California for the next week. Guest blogging will be…no one. I need to get one of them. Or get a Guess Blogger:

MONDAY
“A tiger?”

TUESDAY
“Patrick Swayze?”

WEDNESDAY
“Ooh, I got it. Seigfried & Roy!”
Update: “Really? Damn.”

My wonderful sister, Tina, turned 28 on Friday. Her feelings about her birthday can be summed up by the photo below the fold.

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It’s very catchy and upbeat. Album info here.

I”m not linking to the song in this post because I want to minimize its Google footprint. Check the sidebar for the link.

My friend Chris went to a workshop that simulated what it was like to suffer from schizophrenia. He wrote about the experience for The Washington Post. It’s an interesting read.

I will put up a new song every week (see sidebar) until I get bored or the police take me down.  Many of the songs aren’t actually illegal to share, but I wanted to keep everything simple, and anyways, Sometimes Illegal Song of the Week doesn’t have the same ring.

Black and orange for the next 24 hours.

Okay, it wasn’t, but I had nothing better to do.

I finally finished transferring my blog from Blogger to Wordpress and fixing all of the obvious bugs. Now I can do everything I could already do at Blogger. Yay!

Let me know what you think, especially if there is a bug or a feature you’d like to see. I’m going to give this a try for a few days and decide whether to sick with it permanently then.

Oh, and check out the mini-blog on the right. It may end up getting updated more than the main blog.

I’m going to try to move my blog to a completely different publishing system. See you in a day.

I’m going to fiddle around with the blog a little. It may be down for a day or two.

For the past several days, I’ve been going through every post I have written, over 1,350, and adding keywords to each post. I also fixed dozens of links and deleted about 50 extraneous posts.

I am 99% finished. I’ve been adding the keywords in reverse chronological order, so I’m at the first handful of posts I wrote four years ago. The indexing system was created on the fly so it is inconsistent and not as good as if I had the time to plan it out, but I think it will serve some use.

One of my first posts four years ago was a link to this video, We Drink Ritalin. Not only does the original link work (trust me, this is amazing by itself), but the video is still very funny.

I disabled the RSS feed before I started, so either you will get one new post after I restore the feed, or 1,300.

Ass Prom!

This is so cool. It’s really good too. I want to steal her “Fucked-up Comments” idea. M’s posts are under “Inge” (I can only reveal so much about her identity).