At Mediocre Office Costume Competition, 'French Painter' Beats Them All By Cool Beans 11/2 10:16pm EST Happy Halloween, everyone! We had a potluck and a costume contest at work. Many came in Halloween themed shirts, and one came with funky false eyelashes. I was, however, the only one in a costume. I wore my straight black skirt, a black turtleneck, black tights, and a black beret. All together you get the approximation of a slightly-French painter. I wish I had thought to paint my last canvas with a ghoul picture. Then I could have pretended to paint someone's picture and go on about how much of a likeness it was. Then when I showed it to them it would be the ghoul.
Hipsters: Can't Live With Them, Can't Live Without Them By Forrest Wilder 9/23 12:37pm EDT They tend from bland suburbs or mid-size semi-urban Texas wastelands, landing in Austin for college or early 20-something grooming prior to a much-heralded move to New York or San Francisco. A shallow creativity obscures dull predictability. Usually, the hipster is marginally employed in a branch of the "new economy" or a service job, the earnings of which are alchemized into small quantities of cocaine or liquor.
 Man Who Chewed Pen Gets Just Desserts By Katie 9/12 10:12pm EDT It's official. I have evened the score with mi enamigo. After class I glanced over at him as he was packing his bag and saw (much to my chagrin) the blue pen, splintered, broken and defiled. Fury built up in my soul and I just couldn't take it. As we filed out of the room I slid into line behind him and noticed that HIS TAG WAS POKING OUT THE BACK OF HIS SHIRT. Normally I do the right thing, and tell the person whose tag is out about their fashion malady. But not today. Today I broke the socially acceptable course of action and let him keep walking on. Take that mi enamigo! I bet he walked around campus all day looking like a FOOL! (insert crazy maniacal laugh here)
Call Me "Spastic," "Silly," "Crazy" or "Mad" - Anything but the "J" Word By Jetdeau 9/12 9:54pm EDT i'm in a rather irritated mood now having been called "juvenile" by someone who doesn't even know me well! ARGH... call me anything you want. just dont call me juvenile! because i'm like 3 years older mentally than most people of my age! i mean, my friends can call me juvenile because they know me. i dont mind that.
Unbearable Life is Just Getting Worse By Celibate in the City 9/8 12:28am EDT Is life supposed to be hell? I'm not sure I would have signed up for this if this is all there is. In fact, I think I prefer hell. Then at least I'd know that I deserved it. And I could stop trying. And stop waiting for things to get better, stop hoping. That sounds like an improvement. This is not fire and brimstone anguish--more the eternal slow drip of corrosive acid on my soul. Each day is a fight to just do this stuff. Endless. Fight fight fight fight. For what?
We Knew the Future and Did Nothing By Emily DePrang 9/8 12:32am EDT This morning, I'm thinking about the Gulf Coast. Everyone I spoke to and read watching that catastrophe unfold seemed to know that this was history in the present as clearly as if we'd come back from the future to change it. Here we were, with a tiny window to un-kill thousands who would soon die, to un-abandon the old and poor, and every concerned citizen was clawing at Time with their minds and their indignation as it churned on slow and huge. We tried to hold the window open with our outrage, to keep the events from setting and sealing and becoming the inexorable past. But today, it is officially a *was.* We had the chance to save them-- now they're dead.
I Don't Know Anything About Stocks, But What the Hell, Looks Good to Me! By Juicy Fruiter 9/7 2:19am EDT Today a friend of mine confronted me about investing in some penny stocks.....what? He goes on and tells me about one very specific stock.. this company that creates a special type of tree; that regrows from the stump when cut. I'm not very good with stocks...well, I should say I don't know anything about them. But I looked at the stock today, and the damn thing is up 166%! I might buy a thousand shares and see how it turns out. Yes, I know I can lose all my investment, but wow, looks damn good!
In Praise... er, DEFENSE of Commercial... er, MASS Culture By Joseph Weisenthal 9/7 1:57am EDT Hits bring us together and capture our imagination: The Beatles on Ed Sullivan, ET, Elvis, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars. No, these are not merely the product of limitations in distribution technology. For a fuller discussion of such things, I highly recommend reading GMU Economist Tyler Cowen's book "In Praise of Commercial Culture"
 Libertarian to Write Dissertation on Individuality, Self-Determination By John Phillips 9/6 3:52am EDT Well, the school year is about to start. Nominally anyway. I'm not taking any classes or teaching this fall. I'm on fellowship trying to write my dissertation. I think the topic is going to be on individual and collective self determination. All for now. Oh yeah, New Orleans is looking more and more like Haiti every day.
 You Say You're Me, and I'm You... So Love Me/You! By Kathryn Jane 9/6 4:06am EDT I want ordinary. I'm done looking for the palaces and the glass slippers filled with promises of magic everyday. Magic is everyday. Finding a person who learns with you, who knows how you eat your eggs, who wants to make a baby with you that has eyes like yours and hair like its mom. The small pleasure of standing in a kitchen that we painted together. In the end what you give is time: this is the time I have here on this planet, and I want to spend it with you.
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 Some People Say It's About the Hair. Not Me. I Say It's About the Music By Lauren 9/6 2:48am EDT What bothers me the most are those kids that go around and say "Hey, look at me, I'm so depressed and bisexual. TALK TO ME!" I have an idea. Listen to the music, and if you like it, then I'll let you bitch about how you're depressed and want to kill yourself okay?
 Thanks for the Past Torment, Jerks, Cause Look at Me Now! By Greg Osier 9/6 3:43am EDT To everyone out there that has helped me become the person i am today. Thank you, for all your asshole remarks, and your friendly gestures. For all the shutdowns and encouragments. These were the moments that shaped the future, and this is the outcome. Ohh, and i finally got my [explitive] braces off...so thats pretty sweet too!!
Kombucha Tea Referenced In Otherwise Sad, Angry Poem By Natalia Falcao 9/6 3:59am EDT The kombucha mushroom people, Sitting around all day, Who can believe you, Who can believe you, Let your mother pray (sugar), I got a gun the other day from Sako, It's cute, small, fits right in my pocket, Yeah, right in my pocket, (sugar)
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Sheenan's Not So Terrible By Jennifer Baldwin 9/6 1:34am EDT Is it so bad that a mother's love is driving her to call for an end to the war in Iraq? That this war that has killed some 1,800 members of the U.S. military might need a change of course? That it may be time to start bringing soldiers home?
 Well, Grandma Likes Her, So Maybe She's Alright By Mary Sledd 9/6 1:42am EDT Grandma asked me to go to the Cindy Sheehan "Bring them home now" protest because she is too old to be in the heat or to walk very far with out her wheel chair. Yesturday was her 86 birthday. Meaning she stole 16 years from someone else...
I Love Chocolate, and I Hate You By Christine 9/3 3:56pm EDT things i hate #6... not being able to break up with someone/not wanting to break up with someone for the 4th time/but still not wanting to be with said someone/but not wanting to be alone... things i love #3... chocolate. shoes (at a 50% employee discount). retail therapy.
 I May Have a Concave Chest, But I'm No Idiot By TheCheyne 9/3 2:27am EDT Dressed in sporty clothing that (of course) showed off his chiseled body, he sat there, dumbfounded by how to insert a USB flash drive into the computer. He complained that he tried it and it didn't work. I simply flipped the drive over so that it was facing the right way and stuck it in.
 If You Must Use Me For My Better Looking Friends, Just Tell Me By Lacy Hundles 7/30 11:25pm EDT SO just a side note to all the "guy friends" i appear to have...yeah i know you are only really talking to me to get to my better looking friends. i wish you really would just come right out and say it because otherwise you are just insulting the one thing i definitley know i somewhat have and thats intelligence.
Seriously, Don't Read Into This Story; It's Just to Pass the Time By Duncan Gilman 7/29 11:35am EDT While I fill my day with productive task after productive task, some of you may not be so lucky. Even bored perhaps. This post is for you. It's a totally improvised story thought up as I type it, unlike most of what you read here which is thought up in a drunken Absinthe haze the night before. By the way, if you find my ear, please be kind enough to mail it back. With that said, enjoy Evil Wants More.
 It's Been a Long Weekend of Photographing Rock Stars. *SIGH* By Mary Sledd 7/29 12:26pm EDT Yesturday it was 104 degrees in chicago. Thats hot anywhere but add 50 thousand people to the equation and a 40 pound camera bag. I just decided to think about it like i was doing bikram yoga and all the sweating as being really good for me.
 I Worked the Room Like a Champ... Yet Again By Matt Dentler 7/29 12:40pm EDT Me and Montreal buddy Maggie, hanging at the Delta bar. Maggie used to appear on a Korean sitcom when she lived overseas. But, then again, she's probably gonna kill me for sharing that.
BLAM! Get Down, Get Down! AMBUSH! Return FIre! Blast the Living Hell Out of 'Em! By MOBTanker13 7/30 11:32pm EDT Within the following 5 minutes or so we were hit with RPG's machine gun fire and assorted small arms. They didn't realize until it was to late that they were ambushing an M1A1 Tank Platoon. My Platoon Leader opened up with 7.62 machine gun fire and his wing man also fired back. My wing man engaged with Cal .50 as did I. Unfortunately we never found any blood trails to help us locate the where abouts of these people so we assumed they lived to fight one more day until there bad luck finally caught up to them.
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