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okay. my keyboard to god’s ears, there is just something rotten in the state of NBC. i read this article over at wired that said this: DefCon security on Friday warned attendees at the annual hacker conference that Dateline NBC may have sent a mole with a hidden camera to the event to capture hackers [...]
happy easter! if you celebrate that sort of thing, that is. i’m late of course. i was busy being mauled to death and eaten by a pack of wild dogs. not that any of you came to my rescue or anything… my nephew was so distraught over the brutal attack that he committed suicide! we [...]
i remember when cell phones first came out. yes, i am *that* old. not old enough for a walker yet, but old enough to remember a time people carried on conversations with each other in crowded restaurants and airports and not tiny pieces of plastic permanently affixed to their ear. those were the good old [...]
so, this happened: i went into a local quick shop this morning. the lady behind the counter was watching the gameshow, the price is right on the television over in the corner. i was clearly interrupting. when she finally noticed me i felt embarrassment at taking her away from matters of such import. i set [...]
i had a weird dream last night that i was in a restaurant with him and he started whining to me about his break up with cameron diaz. i remember being very bored with the conversation. i really wanted a piece of bread. it’s like all i could think about. the whole time he was [...]
i was sitting here tonight working and watching the idiot box when the geico caveman commercial came on. then i thought, “i love these commercials. they’re funny. but quietly so. there’s no talking, skateboarding dog. there’s no girls gone wild with mammaries poppin’ out left and right. there’s no animatronics. no flashing lights and screaming [...]
i get this condition sometimes where, if i think about it too much i have to make a conscious effort to swallow. like i’ll be just going along like normal and out of the blue i start thinking about the act of swallowing and then i suddenly find i can’t swallow without actually thinking about [...]
okay okay okay, so i screwed up and it turns out matt didn’t want credit. he wanted a dedication for that entry. so i have to make amends. the last entry is dedicated to matt. without whom, none of it would have been possible as he had the thankless, back-breaking job of researching and gathering [...]
things come back to me in a flash. bright light, lightening. thunder crashing and frogs singing. i’m running through green. green green forest. limbs lick my legs and scratch my arms. i am only laughing because the rain is coming hard and the noise around me is exhilerating and you can never feel like that [...]

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire























