Michael Kindt's Blog, page 508
June 25, 2011
Things people say on "I Shouldn't Be...
Things people say on "I Shouldn't Be Alive":
"We won't need the map."
"I think I'll just leave my cell phone behind."
"Matches or a lighter? Huh? I don't even smoke."
"Let's take this shortcut. Yay!"
June 24, 2011
The thing about photography is that you can always take pictures...
The thing about photography is that you can always take pictures of the sky, and every time they will be beautiful.
cleverlilcharlatan replied to your video: Don't Change That Song ~ Faster Pussycat What's…
I'm...
I'm certainly glad the 80s are gone but I do think it sucks that musicians are now all lovey dovey and sad. Dancing, drinking, laughing and fucking sound pretty great actually.
Well, times will change. They always do. Look what followed the 50s. These days seem a lot like the 50s to me, populated like they are with Wallys and Beavers. I'm old enough to not remember a shallower time, except in history books. The closest thing I can think of are the 50s. Time is like a pendulum, swinging back and forth between rebellion and conformity. No one wants to be like their parents :)
Don't Change That Song ~ Faster PussycatWhat's...
Don't Change That Song ~ Faster Pussycat
What's happened to the vast hair
and tight, stretchy dresses of the 80s?
The dudes who looked like chicks,
but not exactly?
What's happened to the guitars?
The playfulness?
Since when did we all become so depressive
and in love?
Doesn't anybody just want to fuck anymore?
Or dance
or drink
or laugh?
How silly were the 80s?
They were silly.
Very.
I love the library here. Oh, and some people are fucking dicks.
Since I've moved here at the beginning of June, my new favorite place is the library. I have never seen one so damn big. It's bigger even than the campus library from my college days, which was the previous record holder in BIG-ASS LIBRARIES I HAVE ENCOUNTERED.
Just being here makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.
I come here practically every day since I can't work at home and basically just piss around. Here, I can focus. I got my pencils and my notebooks and my little thermos of tea. I find a table off to the side somewhere and just, you know, balls-to-the-wall write, like I am now.
I'm telling you guys, I'm totally writing the fucking shit out this future Tumblr post. I couldn't do this at home. I'd be napping or watching a Mythbusters rerun.
I've been reading the local paper, too, since I've moved here—not at the library, but at home on the toilet—and my favorite section in it is called "Your Two Cents". The subtitle is "In Two Sentences. On Page Too." Yeah, the whole "Page Too" thing is pretty hokey and moronic, especially since the section is actually on page two. But what can you do? This is America. It IS hokey and moronic.
Basically it's where people with bad spelling and grammar go to express their opinions. It's clearly unedited, or I should say 'cleerly uneditted'. Normally, it's pretty amusing, with people bitching about their garbage service or whining about how long red lights take, but today I saw something that actually pissed ME off. Here it is verbatim:
What a shame that people who have a legitimate reason to go to the library (studying, reading, research, etc.) are being driven out by loiterers.
What. In. The. Fuck?
What constitutes a 'loiterer' at a library? That guy over there reading a magazine? Right now, I'm sitting next to a window and there's a young guy out there in the grass smoking a cigarette. Is he loitering? He has a backpack, for god's sake. If Self-righteous Sally the Soccer Mom pulls up in her generic minivan and gets out all covered in Sears clothing, is he gonna spring to his feet and "drive her off?"
There's ten bucks in it for him if he does.
June 23, 2011
June 22, 2011
Wherein I escape from Tumblr
So I've been offered a spot as a weekly columnist for CaglePost, which is partnered with MSNBC. I took it.
Apparently, if you bang on the cell wall long enough the screws will come by and let you out. Who'd have thought?
Anyway, I used Tumblr like the whore she is and now I'm going to discard her in an alley next to a dumpster. Goodbye.
Just kidding! I love Tumblr. She's the prostitute with the heart of gold, re: Pretty Woman, but actually cute (Julia Roberts never did it for me).
So I have a deadline now. Holy fucking shit. I haven't had a deadline on anything since college: PAPER DUE BY THURSDAY!
This means I have to write. I will have to say shit like, "I can't. I have to write." The world will have fun. It will make merry. Me? I will be hunched over a notebook in a poorly lit room with a Bud Light and a pencil trying to think of something, anything to SAY.
And you will hear it, too, when I say it, because you were the best fuck I ever had and well worth the price.
I love you, baby. Here's a little something extra. Go out and get yourself some fishnets for next time, k?
