At breakfast, salesmen eat pallid eggs and make notes on their PowerPoint decks with cheap hotel pens.
For those, like me, who are too scattered to find RSS aggregators very useful, this note: Dervala writes this week about Anaheim.
[tags]Dervala Hanley[/tags]
Get your Caterpillar gear here! Beats the heck out of a Bob Dylan rayon bowling shirt. I think rayon is a body odor amplifier, don’t you? It’s not absorbent enough to stanch the flow of a really manly sweat.
[tags]Caterpillarian party gear[/tags]
I know that if I was going to the Winnies, I would have a trophy ready for the best video done by a kid in pursuit of an award from a clueless bunch of creepazoids posing as kid friendly:
[tags]return of the five fish blog award concept, figure vlogging, the winnies, california dreaming[/tags]
The world of Web Publishing remains very much alive, even as the bizarre, doomed culture of American greed seems to be sinking slowly into the economic morass of fuel shortages and collapsing markets like some extinct beast struggling for a last breath of air before submergence in the primordial ooze. James Howard Kunstler provides further food for thought…
Here you have the supreme fantasy of Nascar Moron Nation: a dream of mobility within mobility. The smiling, clueless adults in the background have no idea how short the horizon is for running this stupid hardware. Nor can they see their own sad destiny: to be machine-gunned on their way to the Grand Canyon in a Tucson convenience store by a meth-crazed unemployed sheet-rocker.