Facebook and Mechanical Perfection - On Faina's response to crediting her with discovering DamnYouAutoCorrect.com:

First comment to Faina (actually published): I strive to keep the balance between me and everyone else as close to 50-50 as possible when it comes to contributing to that project.

Second comment to Faina (only published here because it was that much too shaming): ...which can take effort, since my spending 3-4 minutes constructing the above sentence in order to subscribe to my increasingly particular aesthetic mechanical demands is becoming more and more typical.

...I'm not even going to tell you how long it took me to format the title of this post and determine if portions of it should be placed in the body instead. I think I'm being haunted by the Ghost of Current-Traditional Rhetoric.

Priorities

I'm watching the first episode of The Walking Dead (itself a commentary on my priorities) and amidst the zombies, mayhem, shoot-outs etc I find myself most in awe of how incredibly warm and pleasant the weather there looks. That seems like the most unrealistic thing.

Practice Spontaneous Acts of Quasi-Humerous Passive Agression

I know I'm probably in the minority here, but I'm going to go on record as someone who kind of loves heated gradlist discussions. I'm a big fan of their increased frequency lately, and if someone doesn't make a Follies sketch about that shit it'll be a damn shame.

Just Like Old Times - Plus Cats

Sitting at my desk commenting on papers and listening to Jamie on Radio Clash. Oh, memories.

I've been here awhile, huh? Weird.

The Absence of the Picture of Dorian Grey

The empty space over my bed - or more precisely, the question of what belongs in the empty space over my bed - is starting to feel vaguely symbolic. I'm not sure what that means exactly... it's both mildly unsettling and a bit affirming. A sign that my life has a plot, even if I'm not able to see what it is.

Why I Will Always Love Kingdom of Loathing: An Example