Last night I witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime event. I attended Piebald’s final show ever.
No, they didn’t play “Watch Her Flow.” But that can be forgiven, I suppose.
Last night I witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime event. I attended Piebald’s final show ever.
No, they didn’t play “Watch Her Flow.” But that can be forgiven, I suppose.
Stranger things have happened than dkraft blogging.
Exhibit A.
Anyway, putting aside my blogging frequency, I wrote a little something-something recently. What is it you ask? Well, I’ll tell you.
In this aforementioned something, I argue that one can reasonably advocate the censorship of (certain types of) pornography on first-amendment grounds. Basically, pornography may silence women, and if so, we have reason to ban it.
Sexy, no?
Of course I’m not sure I actually believe this (and if I do, then my interweb browsing habits demonstrate my woman-silencing tendencies) but, nonetheless, here it is, on (digital) paper.
I’ll warn you though, it’s not nearly as interesting as it sounds. Philosophy of Language rarely is.
Rarely do I find a webcomik worth reading outside of my regular routine (QC, xkcd, qwantz, Dr. McNinja, PBF – to name a few), but recently Pictures for Sad Children caught my attention. I have to say that I am hooked on the tragic-boredom, indifferent, and often random humor illustrated in black, white and a particularly mundane shade of gray. PFSC (akronym’d!) on a purely conceptual level, reminds me of an Acid Zen Wonder Paint and xkcd love child. (Actually, make that an accidental fuck-child. Love-child has connotations of love, which is clearly ridiculous.) To make that analogy make sense, just replace the nerdly concepts in xkcd with, well, a dead guy.
A dead guy named Paul, to be exact. A dead guy named Paul who is a ghost. And at one point, a dead guy named Paul, who is a ghost, who is on a plane. Sound exciting? Well it isn’t, and that’s entirely what makes it funny.
I’m interested to see where this comik goes – if he sticks with Paul who is a ghost, or moves on to other characters and concepts. Given what I’ve seen so far, I’d be happy with either, as long as he keeps the tone and style of humor.
Anyways, enough bad analogies from me for one day, just check it out yourself:
So yeah, I’m a shitty blagger. Let’s do something to change that, shall we? Commence blagging:
I decided to move closer to downtown Burlington. Not because I particularly like downtown, but mostly because this way I’m walking distance to the liquor store. Also a bonus is that the apartment includes a rather nice porch that I can monkey around on, and yell at the fucking hippies walking to and from UVM parties.
The not so nice part is that my bedroom was covered with god-awful floral pattern tan wallpaper. So I have spent the better part of my holiday weekend spackling and painting. (Sidebar: what in the fuck is Labor Day even for? Sounds like a commie holiday to me.) So now, on Monday afternoon, with freshly off-white walls, I can finally stop sleeping on the living room floor.
I hate moving. Painting wasn’t especially fun either.
by Sideshow
It’s February. 2007. The last thing the INTRAWEBS needs right now is another “Best of 2006″ list. Three major problems with those lists: 1) good albums aren’t really made anymore, 2) lists like those almost always suck mainly because, 3) the people that write those lists kind of suck. As a result, I’ve given in to the whole “mix-tape-listen-to-a-couple-songs-off-an-album-then-throw-the-rest-away-short-attention-span” thing that relatively common nowadays. That’s why every couple of weeks I’ll be adding a short list of the songs/artists/albums I’ve been listening to a lot. Some of it will be old. Some of it will be new. Some of it I’ll put on just to try to impress you.