a god's eye of hate

i just remembered phil hartman is dead.

i was watching a commercial with deep husky movie voice guy (name?) doing his thang and thinking about how different trailer world will be without him.

i think he's dead, but i could be wrong. i also don't know his name (see above), so that makes researching this kind of problematic. regardless, i was thinking about maybe-dead movie-trailer-voice-guy...

then i remembered phil hartman and how much voice-land changed without him. what a voice. what a hair-do. big fan!
please see fan-art below. please.

my phil hartman looks a little like stephen harper. perhaps i can re-use this tribute when he kicks the bucket; ideally this will be sooner rather than later.

it is now lent, people.
40 days of cruddery. i don't even believe in god. i only give up chocolate though, so it's very non-committal. shocking. plus on tuesday (fat tuesday, of course) i ate a cadbury creme egg, some mini eggs, and a drink involving kaluha. i am stocked up on chocolate for a while.
i am considering incorporating a hair shirt into my lenten sacrifices (ah comfort, the greatest of sacrifices to be sure!) i think the whole exercise is just a feeble attempt to re-direct my guilt about regular things. it works surprisingly well if you just let it. just let it happen.

i had a dream i was in the sun the sun the yellow hot hot sun and i was squinting. it was sweet. i could see the freckles on my nose in the corners of my eyes.
i am ready for summer. temperature wise anyhow. everything else? maybe, not-maybe.

omegahedron

yesterday i got locked outside on the deck at work.
then some other stuff that was stupid happened.
is it really depressing or really awesome if the sweetest part of one's day is talking to (read: having a spiritual experience with) a fox?
i'm going to go ahead and say really awesome.

oh hey there 4 o'clock....bringing some darkness? already? great!

i just got peanut butter under my t key.

this is a picture of god visiting the north end:


this is the river bein' almost frozen:


here is some white light:

your greys and blues were blonde

CfYT Radio. In tune with progress.
listening to music at the radio station is bitchin'.

am i still allowed to say bitchin'? does it offend feminists? the elderly? surfers?



i love it when my ipod shuffle function results in a musical lineup i would've handpicked for mine own self. it makes me feel like god is giving me the thumbs up from the sky via clouds all over again, presumably because i do so many excellent things.
except i don't do too many excellent things.
i am trying to do a nice thing right now, but i am getting distracted by listening to jams and smoking left-handed cigarettes.
which is pretty nice for me.