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It's a good thing this deal knows what day it is, cuz I sure as hell can't keep them all straight. Today I played Grand Theft Auto 3, went to Kame-Apart, ate at Arby's, painted my computer, changed my oil,... Keep reading this entry »
I'm bad at poetry but I'm good at reading Richard Brodigan. In that light I will write lovely poetry. Something about a pen! I touched a pen to my shirt it left a mark they assured my it was not... Keep reading this entry »
We went to Pair o' Lakes in the backwaters of Wisconsin. The lakes did not cover the road. The place is seedy. One-eyed Jack's seedy. Our arrival coincided with the departure of a fellow wearing a Hustler shirt. I did... Keep reading this entry »
Grades for Spring Semester are posted. Let's go see how bad I did! ...checking... ...checking... ...SWEARWORDS... ...DAMN YOU INTERNET DIAL-UP!... ...checking... ...Hmm. A. Another friggin' semester of straight A's, or As without the apostrophe, or Ass if you like it... Keep reading this entry »
Funny thing about summer break. The less you do, the less you have to say. Dan had to do work at a client's place in Minneapolis yesterday. A sign in their underground parking garage said "WARNING: CARS ARE EASILY OPENED,... Keep reading this entry »
Hmm. I was half way through a nice entry when I must have inadvertently hit the RUIN ALL MY WORK UP TO THIS POINT keyboard shortcut. Trying to write on a computer is often like writing on paper that's on... Keep reading this entry »
A last bit o' intellectual fun, as we scatter to the edges of the world after UMD shakes us from her branches. This is a rerun, yes, but I rewrote it a bit and promised Starlarva that I'd post it... Keep reading this entry »
The phone rings. I dig around my filthy room and find the phone. A woman was speaking. "Hi. I'm calling from Heath Services and we're doing a sex survey. Do you have about 30 seconds?" "30 seconds? Isn't that kind... Keep reading this entry »
Last night was splendid. Instead of studying for my Editing final like a rational collegiate whore, a bunch of Woochers and I went down to a super-secret underground cove on Lake Superior and made fire consume the bones of listless... Keep reading this entry »
Hmm. I may have burned down the town to save the forest, but pretty soon this tiny hamlet will be outfitted with glass freeways and fat porcelain cherubs. The last 12 hours have played host to a dizzying complexity of... Keep reading this entry »
Oh wow, this is quite ugly when you look at it from this end. Please mind our dust, as great and wonderful things are happening now that I need to study for finals. I need great and wonderful things as... Keep reading this entry »
So. Have you considered poltergeists?... Keep reading this entry »
Just what I always wanted. A Swiss Army waterbottle. I wonder if they could have made the beast any uglier. It looks like someone stuck firecrackers in a mess kit and caught the resulting carnage in a coffee mug. Did... Keep reading this entry »
All the atmospheres of this cruel little planet are conspiring to keep my mind in a bitter funk. It has been gray and cold and cloudy and windy and rainy and slushy for the last three weeks. The sun mocks... Keep reading this entry »
If you want to read the manifesto written by our own little Midwest terrorist, the full text is here at Startribune.com. You really should read it. You really shouldn't read it. That's the troubling thing. Helder wrote six pages of... Keep reading this entry »
My sister was kind enough to bring to my attention the offense of referring to someone as a "cute little number." Somewhere in this raging sea of academics I became torn from the harbor of manners and cast into the... Keep reading this entry »
Wow. Like, wow. USS Clueless ponders the cultural implications of a civilization developing on the moon of a gas giant. As for me, I spent 2 1/2 hours today reading through the English Dictionary of Archaic and Provincial Words. It's... Keep reading this entry »
I was reading in the library and kept getting distracted by my brain. Let's see what kind of crap I wrote down... Does most philosophy boil down to a whole bunch of guys locked in a p3nis match? It seems... Keep reading this entry »
From this hence at USS Clueless came this: The Universe is back online. Kind of. Check out the press release images and click on the JPG icons running down the side. The images are huge but absolutely stunning and some... Keep reading this entry »
I challenge myself to go the weekend without writing on Cromlech. This is a lot like a musician challenging herself not to practice. A police officer challenging himself to not to stop homicides. Spiderman challenging himself not to go PSHH... Keep reading this entry »
Everybody loves price gouging, especially when it's academically sponsored! Where's the government inquiry on that one?... Keep reading this entry »
I feel I owe some explanation for my spat with newspaper reporting. In their insistence to always cover the alternative Palestinian view, to print quotes from the mother of Ifram Quaran who was convicted of murdering Israel's minister of tourism,... Keep reading this entry »
Well, I've wanted to get my feet wet in the foul pools of punditry for quite some time, and the New York Times has managed to make it quite easy, today. What will follow is a stupid college student's analysis... Keep reading this entry »
Finally. Sunk back into the shadows. Cromlech only drew 50 views yesterday. Statistics nevertheless, cuz I know you love 'em and I love writin' em: 4 - hours spent compressing video 9,786 - number of pages in a 95MB text... Keep reading this entry »
Is it snow? It could be ashes from a nuclear attack on Superior. It could be the finely shredded results of an angel's collision with a jetliner. It falls like rain, pings like BB's and collects like lust in the... Keep reading this entry »
Oh, you will never guess the ploutcome (a feisty combination of plot and outcome) of today's Judge Parker! This story is advancing at such a fast rate, and sending out so many cross-referencing tendrils that one man alone cannot possibly... Keep reading this entry »
Hmm. Well whoever was maliciously loading and reloading my page was busy yesterday, too: 1147 requests for ~pete1931 71,674,546 total bytes sent Statistics from one week ago: 28 requests for ~pete1931 2,016,465 total bytes sent Today's date, one year ago:... Keep reading this entry »