April 2009

The less convenient it is to return to your hometown, the more you feel like you really live somewhere else.

Revisiting Mountain Dew Code Red wasn't going well until I remembered it must be violently poured into my upturned mouth from high above.

How shall I repay karma for the guy who returned the wallet that fell out of my pocket on the ride into work this morning?

Reminding the world that dehydration is a computer's preferred state.

Why is Scott Kim the only ambigram artist given credit here?

In case you weren’t yet convinced that religion is generally just really fucking stupid.

All those eyes, they're just crowding up your human face.

Steve Jobs thought Segway would change the world. I just thought YouTube might teach people to hold a video camera steady.

"I never said she stole my money" can have seven different meanings depending on which word is stressed. nytimes.com/2009/04/27/techno…

It is well past time "fail" stopped masquerading as a noun.

It took me almost thirty-three years, but I finally joined the club: twitpic.com/400y3

If we must have industrial agriculture, when are we going to get around to engineering seams into eggshells?

"What's more deliciously indulgent than a wasted opportunity?" - Chris Canfield, rationalizing our being indoors on a beautiful evening.

Preparing to weigh in for Harmonix's Street Fighter IV tournament tonight.

Featuring some (ultimately rejected) Krylon thinking, apartment-hunting notes, and other miscellany circa May 2007.

Contributing to @jasonsantamaria's nifty "Pretty Sketchy" Flickr pool: flickr.com/photos/robweychert…

Enjoy this quick (especially the news one at the end) before it becomes the next unbearably ubiquitous meme.

According to Zappos, there is such a thing as an "athletic sandal."

These May flowers better really be something special.

Craigslist is the new Marilyn Manson. boston.com/news/local/massach…

At Brattle Books, reading a surprisingly prescient essay on web typography published nine years ago.

"Motherfucker" must be the easiest word in the English language to lip read. Bless its heart.

Nostalgia is unfair. It shouldn't be possible to get misty-eyed from a song you've always hated.

Two chess games, three bands, sixty degrees Fahrenheit, one fun night.

Pouring one out for Ministry of Information.

When the internet craps out, the first thing I think is, "Did I pay the Comcast bill?" That Catholicism burrows in like a tick.

Damn. If I wasn't ready for this year's air guitar season before, I am now: vimeo.com/4150457

Why does this exist? gibson.com/en%2Dus/Divisions/…

The unholy typographic alliance of Windows and Mozilla turns "click" into "dick" every time. Or, you know, it's a Freudian thing.

Proud of the creatively juvenile. Thanks all for the Monday morning Beatles scatology. My favorite? @kevinmhoffman's "Hello, Flush, Goodbye"

Making Beatles song titles more scatological. "Dear Prudence" is a prime candidate. I'm not above making this a discussion if you're not.

NIN music hasn't interested me in years, but I still like how Trent Reznor operates enough to watch a 40-minute interview: digg.com/dialogg/Trent_Reznor

The more important it is for you to be taken seriously, the less likely I am to do it.

Having a sense of direction will help you get around in Boston about as much as fucking a dead cop will help you become the president.

Big sound problems for Crippled Black Phoenix tonight at Great Scott. To be fair, they’re probably not used to dealing with 8-piece bands.

Listening to Belle & Sebastian's Tigermilk for the first time in many years, but I still remember the songs like it was yesterday.

Struggling to articulate.

A bit of satirical ultraviolence for a Tuesday morning: closerangegame.com

"delirious sausage goddess, worship my diamond fiddle." twitpic.com/2vxws

Inviting anyone who has ever been offended that so-and-so is not following them on Twitter to a vigorous bout of self-copulation.

Being perhaps the only weight-challenged member of the Rebel Alliance didn't mean he deserved the name Porkins.

Stabbing inertia in the face and pointing myself toward the dance party at TT's.

Oh, to have documented the thinly-veiled contempt directed at the woman who brought the double-wide stroller on a rush hour subway train.

Mediocre is worse than bad.

Just walked past two women who were speaking to each other on their cell phones without realizing they were less than a block apart.

Wishing iTunes allowed you to search all of the shared libraries on a network. Then maybe I could listen to some Gorguts today.