good coffee, and hot!

Carlos Sánchez portrayed Juan Valdez for over thirty years, from 1969 to 2006.[1] He was originally a coffee farmer from Antioquia, Colombia. He currently is an artist in Medellín.

when am i supposed to say so long?

i can't find some things i want to find good grief i was just getting attached to that pen...
japanese denim though-- you can really feel the difference.

i simply cannot bring myself to convert all these MLA formatted documents to Chicago style...it seems to me that there ought to just be a computer program that could do that by now. i mean have you seen AdobeIllustrator? that shit is crazy! So why not AdobeCiter? why not, adobe?

twin peaks twin peaks it always comes back to you.

no sign of the chupacabra lately-- thylacine obsession remains however.

i really smell like deep frying. that's not terribly appealing.

None of these things go together. Stream of consciousness blogosphere. James Joyce is rolling over in his grave. Rolling with laughter at my blogosphere jokes that is. Is that even how you spell 'blogosphere'? It's almost less embarassing to spell it wrong probably.

i can hear dogs fighting outside and i want them to shut up. I can't believe they don't shut up. Everything else is certainly shutting up. This weekend marks the end of Midnight Sun Fine Chinese Clubbing and Dining Hall, Diamond Tooth Gerties Palace of Watered-Down Sin, Riverwest Muffout Bistro and White Food Factory, and Antoinette's. Soon Bumgay's will join the crowd. And then why go anywhere but Downtown at the Downtown/Pit/Eldo i guess.
Good grief.
At least i got one last game of Terra Questa in.


Changed the black label can. Big mistake. Huge.


just wait til i draft a letter, Carling you shortsighted aesthetically challenged fucks.

home on the range

So there's this episode of Twin Peaks (season 2) wherein Billy Zane guest stars and sings.
Awkwardly.
Unaccompanied and for longer than necessary.
That show is so good at making things awkward. And creepy.
Like the guy on the Greyhound bus from Saskatoon to Edmonton this past January who smelled like onion rings in a very unsexy way and looked as though he just turned his sweatpants around backwards when the knees got too dirty on one side... Awkward and creepy- you dig?
(thank you, fate for making it such that i had to take the bus. Sweet. Just bein' 26 and taking the Greyhound to Edmonton. Don't mind me)

I've been watching a marathon of Twin Peaks tonight and taking assorted opiates, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxants in the hopes of quelling a real ass-in-the-face of a headache. It's going pretty well. I also had a bath. I don't ordinarily opt for the bath, or the bathing at all for that matter, but we have a jet tub and movies and t.v. suggest that they are relaxing. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but i would have to venture that the codeine had more to do with the lessening of pain...
or the Twin Peaks.

Are t.v. show titles even supposed to be italicised?