Just in Case You Forgot

Flash Gordon is an under-appreciated cinematic masterpiece. It's also got a kickass soundtrack:



I really have to become a supervillian, just so I have an excuse to menacingly say "eearrrrth" the way homeslice does in the beginning of this video. I just may start doing it randomly anyway.

Also, at the end he totally says, "You looney bird, they need you on the ground." The fuck Flash? Seems to me the most effective arena for a beardo bird warrior dood would be in the sky man.

Quickly Now

I just tried to google something, and mis-typed one of the words. I have decided that when I finally sit down to record my low-fi album of songs about my cats that this typo will be my band name. Yes some day, I shall release this on the world:

Calculator Snog

Quickly Now

I logged into twitter today for the first time in a couple months. I've been a spotty tweeter, at best. But I've been having some seriously awesome thoughts lately that the world, the world in this case being the 80 people who follow me, needs to see in 140 character bursts. Upon logging in, I realized something: real people aren't tweeting anymore. The whole thing is a clusterfuck of blogs and news services, celebrities and douchebag "new media" marketing types.

So I logged out, and will probably delete my account soon. I just don't see the point anymore, especially since I'm dicking around with this blog for at least the next 11 days or so.

Oh yeah, I logged on originally to post the following: It's a bummer that sour patch kids and swedish fish don't come in a king size

I can't help but feel that twitter missing that tweet is almost the internet equivalent of the burning of the library at Alexandria. Almost.