Why had I never read a Daniel Clowes book before? Why? What is wrong with me? I’m going to read all of them, I think. This was a quick read (not because I’m a fast reader, because it’s a short book). It’s extraordinarily funny, touching and, maybe if you’re like me, a little depressing when you find yourself identifying with the main character in parts.
Worth a read. And then a re-read.
My favorite part of this bus that drove by me with a bunch of disillusioned white kids inside was a phrase on the back that I wasn’t able to snap a picture of. That phrase was “Bro Life.” I don’t care what your political leanings are. I think we can all get behind the Bro Life movement.
The universe has given me a video of one of my favorite artists doing a Journey cover on a ukulele. Thanks, universe!
My wife loves reality shows, like Real Housewives of New Jersey or whatever it is. I cannot be in the room. It drives me insane. I had this realization one day. Ok, you’re watching people that are not actors in phony situations created by people that are not writers. And the non-actors are second guessing how they think you would like to see them behave were the situation genuine, which it isn’t. And you are passively observing this. You’re technically not even alive at this point. You are watching an amateur production of nothing. If you add one more layer to it, the fabric of reality will tear.
— Dana Gould on The Green Room with Paul Provenza
Next time I’ll go with “evening in the summer”
I just stepped outside my home and said to myself, “My, what a nice summer’s eve!” I wish this were a joke. I actually say things like that in my head. It took me a second to place why that phrase sounded wrong to me.
Oh, that’s right. An American company has essentially stolen the phrase “summer’s eve” and trademarked it so I can’t think of a nice night without also thinking of a vaginal car wash.
A note to my dear readers
I’m not posting as much anymore because I don’t have a job right now. I assure you that as soon as I get a job and am tethered to my laptop again, I’ll post regularly.
In the meantime, I’m going to spend as little time online as possible. As much as I love being online, I’m always happier the more I’m away from my laptop. I was going to call that a dichotomy, but I looked up the word and it doesn’t mean what I thought it meant.
It doesn’t even sound the way it looks. Which sucks if you enjoy saying the word “dick” in conversation as much as I do. And on that note, have a great weekend.
