Barns I burned and pillars of light I genuflected in for the fifth Sunday, February 3rd, of the year of our mighty defeat and exultation 2008.

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Home nightmares and life odometer boring blog reading for the week of January 20th of the year of our wonder and sorrow 2008.

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Especially boring version of the weekly lump for Sunday January 13th, year of our wonder and sorrow 2008.

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I put out a new zine called Test Patterns. It’s 52 pages of drawings, junk and dreams. You can buy it from me in person for 3.50 or from Jacob at HBML, Quimby’s in Chicago or the Marvelous Record and Comics store in West Fuck for 4.50. I will mail it to you for 5 if you live in Amerikkka or 6 if you live in the outlands. All of those numbers are in dollars. Email me about it or leave a comment for me or whatever.

And now on to the normal crawl, L.I.F.E. on a pixel, life on a bristle, life on a sheet: things I did, thought and ate, January 6th, year of our wonder and sorrow 2008.

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It is currently Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008. On Sunday, December 30th, 2007, I ate, did and thought the following.
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Straight up put a :-) at the end of whatever doomed lyrics you want and there’s your blog title, instant 1990s-style Livejournal wakka wakka, the Internet version of the UCB skit with the fortune cookies. The dash is necessary because that makes the smiley face British-style. The American variant of this comic tactic will never be quite as good, no matter how good it may be.

Say it! Say… you’ll give me your… skin! :-)

Oh, no, no, please god help me! :-)

Columbus ruled, Emeralds is the best band.

All joking and whatever aside, the reason I’m bloggin is because I am running in a 5k in two weeks and I need to be able to finish it. I ran two miles a couple weeks ago and I thought this evening would be a good time to go train a little more in the cold cold night. I rode out to the alma mater and started going around the track, and lord if a crowd of dudes walking back from the basketball game didn’t laugh super loud and yell “Look at how gay that guy is running!” while they passed.
But, I say to those dudes (via Facebook if I ever choose to check it again): how many drone bands did you go see last weekend nine hours away from your houses? How many races are you choosing to run in which you will tie jingle bells to your shoes (totally serious) so that all of the neighborhood kids will think it is Santa’s sleigh out racing a 5k? How many hours do you spend watching youtube and playing internet scrabble every day? How many website projects involving modern artists and botanical gardens are you photoshopping and developing Flash for all day? Exactly.

I ate a nice pasta dinner and drank wine tonight. I listened to the Silmaril record a pile of times and started drawing some wallpaper for the kitchen, which Bonsky fixed up a little while I was away. My body sighs (farts) with pleasure at each bite I take that isn’t Taco Bell, Quizno’s, Waffle House, Subway, Denny’s and Papa John’s. So stoked to step it up and spend next fake tour eating nothing but Pizza Hut [Bistro] and Red Lobster.

What a life this is!

I got home to Random around 6pm and Bonsky had painted and moved into Robyn’s old room. I made eggs and took a nap that ran a little long. My shoulders and back are sore from not really exercising these last few days – tomorrow I’m riding off into the sunset.

I’ve been staying in the little room at L+K’s for the last few nights finishing the Mark Dion project for launch. Roger produced the visual elements, while I worked with our ruling computerz genius Mickey for the last few weeks – and especially the last few days – to make it a functioning reality. The site debuted today and I’m extremely stoked about both the work I did for it and the project in general.

Mark Dion’s Travels of William Bartram – Reconsidered
markdionsbartramstravels.com

If Jeremiah Golden or anyone who has his email address sees this, get in touch with me.

This weekend I’m catching up on email and taping / printing CX Asylums. Call me if you want to eat dinner, drink celebratory gin, listen to Ayler records or sing big business princess diana late night philadelphia karaoke at a dude bar.

Placeholder entry until Yoko Ono sends me the blog about what I’ve been doing that she promised she’d write for me

Outlife shits after the jump = 50 totally different inserts I drew/colored for the Ospreys tape on BTH. Godspeed these mugs to new bruns.

I finished CX Asylums aka How Can I Hand You a Diamond = if you have Phil Todd’s email address send it to me, scans coming later or whatever

I signed up for a Facebook account, my account is the one of me in the Ecuadorian mask L+K brought back for me from their recent trip down that way, not the big question mark, which is my dad.

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On the phone today, my mom told me that she and my father thought “throw some ds [on that bitch]” meant “get [that bitch] d-cup breast implants.”

It doesn’t get any better than that, but if you want, you can continue on to read or sort of read about the following:

susy and hank

mike and carissa

dream house

jams

raekwon playing scrabble against mos def

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