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| girl, company names, gregg rogell, free mp3s, yayhooray, list of themes, name and tagline, ben affleck, r u still down, bill clinton, creative writing, tupac song lyric, kevin connolly, holocaust, justice, advertising, poisonous, vice president, tarot, timothy mcsweeney's, tooshort — ( somethin to ride to lyrics ), skins, satire, signs, | Takashi Miike movies and old episodes of Space Ghost and The Kids in The Hall. The things I gotta do to hotwire my brain now that I'm drug-free. It's a damn shame. Anyway, some strange and marvellous textual creature is soon to be born out of all this non-bloggerly activity (if not Athena-like parthenogenetically spoinged from my forehead, then perhaps appearing on the scene in a more, er... cloacally ichor-dripping kinda way (and then presumably bullet slouching towards Bethlehem or something), which should be big fun for everyone involved), I hope, bullet but then again, that might just be bullet indigestion. Stay tuned. Or not. I never know where the hell I'm going with this stuff. *plays tape backwards, hoping that it'll look like he's re-submerging and that nobody'll notice the ripples are going in the wrong direction* 05:05 PM 4 comments For Legal Professionals | For Corporate Counsel | For Law Students Register/login to My FindLaw My current location: city | Change Location Home Practice Areas Jurisdictions Cases & Codes News CLE Market Center Research a Lawyer Federal Law | State Law | Case Summaries Search | U.S. |
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| These justice guys were clever, canny combatants, and they had good media advisors! With Lurch resplendant in Ramboriffic headband and shiny plastic nippleless muscley-torso, and co-John working his best assets and looking simply stunning justice in his floor-length silk gown, they combed the arid hills of the Afghan-Pakistan border in their OsamaChopper, setting down each evening as Allah's sun sank into the dusty haze to lay traps for the Bad Guys. Candidate Breck Girl strutted his silky stuff while bandolero-strapped Candidate Kerry lurked in the shadows with Limbaugh and waited, guns akimbo, frowning for the film-school interns with the digital video justice cameras. Waiting for their quarry to strike the bait. Waiting, and drinking whiskey, because that's what men do when they're hunting outlaws with a bionic monkey at their side. That's when I woke up with a start, all sweaty and disoriented. I hope I never have to see that look on my wife's face again. 03:30 PM 6 comments July 05, 2004 Surfacing *pokes head above the oily surface of the waves, all Sheen-y from Apocalypse Now* I've been keeping my head down of late, snarfing up Warren Ellis's astonishingly cool Transmetropolitan during the afternoon, reading The Collected Philip K Dick at night before the sandman whacks me one in the medulla oblongata, filling in the spare moments with more bittorrented |
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