why can't i bring myself to leave the house for new orleans?

i'm on a boat!

Last night I went to a pirate party on Ladybird Lake. Many, many things happened last night. I could make about 5 moderately interesting blog posts if I so chose. But I will write about the most interesting, and the least personal thing, that happened. Somebody jumped from a bridge onto the boat, while I was talking to Drafthouse Henri and sitting right next to Harry Knowles! By the time we got to the top deck, the guy had been cleared to the side, but I still caught a glimpse of his broken leg (very, very broken, I can barely think about it much less write about it). And I will focus on the fact that for 30 second, Henri and I talked about how much Fox sucks for canceling the Buffy singalongs. All thanks to Shannon!

Later we went to a bar, and I met a girl who, I think, was named Snapps. I have her email in my pocket somewhere, and I'm pretty sure it is Snapps. That's normal.

my brother has composed a song entitled "lying-ass bitch." he studies music. in college.

There's this plaque of hundreds of names outside the stadium. I think it's donors, but I like to get all grave when I pass like it's people who died building it

Think I just heard Gillian Welch covering Radiohead. Day is complete before it even begins

to mz. lkw

My radio cohost was a delight these past few months, and we kept each other very entertained in the 4 or so shows we actually did together. I wish I could capture all my favorite moments, like how she gets mad at her "anger management" hypnosis CDs ("I am a tolerant person." "I do not blow up at people." "I am in control of my emotions." to which she replies "LIES! ALL LIES!"), the way she dances or shows me how her Facebook pet dances, the other ways she exhibits her anger management issues ("I got so mad at him--I had put two unicorn stickers on his mix CD, and when he was late, I tore one of them off!"), or the way she toned down her cursing while we were in the booth because we were both so paranoid about the mic being on ("What the heck is THIS crap?" followed still by a surrepticious look at the mixing board)....

Anyway, the point is, I will miss her very much, and midnight shifts will never be the same again. And DJ L, if you want me to take any of this down, just let me know.

my life is average

For when things are just OK. hilarious.

when good enough is the best you can

Stephen : The stairs lack risers!
Paul : What?
Stephen : The vertical part that makes the back of each stair is called a riser.
Paul : I know what they are!
Stephen : No, no, wait! Please. Sometimes when I go on stairs that don't have risers I get this feeling, this awful sensation, that's somethings going reach out and grab my ankle, like a claw or a tentacle!
Paul : This is life or death!
Stephen : It could be a hand! An ordinary hand!

Marathon sleep-day, with two papers due tomorrow. I can't get rid of the flies in my apartment. I think it started because I left some eggshells out, but now they just linger. I could quote from Pineapple Express for that one. (F*cking LINGERER, man!). I don't know if it's because the cat door is perpetually open or what, but it makes me feel like Moonbeam McSwine from Lil Abner (minus the wasp's waste). She was always followed by a swarm of flies.

• From Dollhouse

weird dream. my best dreams are inspired by watching too much TV right before bed, and I'm pretty sure this one was somewhat inspired by Dollhouse, which I caught up with last night. I should have caught up with work, but I did not. I took the extra six hours I bought myself to watch TV. I can't wait for the summer, when I can feel like an extra loser for watching this much TV instead of feeling like an extra winner. Because right now I feel freaking awesome. This summer, I shall dream every night.

I've only been having scrapbook dreams, which are composed of flashes of image from everyday life: lighting a gas stove, a corroded countertop, a hand on a steering wheel, the view from my apartment. Little things that it takes me a moment to extract the next day, and then which fade away instantly because they're so insignificant. But this dream meant something, I'm pretty sure. Probably my hesitation in going to work for government.

ok, i'm going to go ahead and be a cliche, but i have such a crush on spock! YAY!!