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Metrocenter’s got Castles ‘n Coasters
And a fake head shop selling Led Zeppelin Posters…
PTVI :: Westside
In the design of an exurban outlet mall, a pharmaceutical company has subtly planted the name of its newly-rebranded product: ju.ul,™.
Haven’t heard of it yet? Sure you have. It’s the ointment for fast, “effective” “relief” from the itch of late stage capitalist insecurity.
You may know it by its former name: Pointless, Crushing Debt.
Ask your doctor* about ju.ul,™ today.
(Due to the risk of cognitive dissonance, users of ju.ul,™ should avoid all discussions of Veblen. Side-effects may include listlessness, irregular bras or panties, nausea, and mortgage foreclosure.)
*Credit card
yumwatch:barthel:mootpoint:godiminbadshaperightnow:danmeth:
Halloween Week: STEELY DAN
There’s nothing so terrifying as how smooth they sound.
“I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.”
— from “Her Kind” by Anne Sexton (via elsi)
This holiday, I’ve two costume options. So…which bitch for the bitch witch?
Now that the weather in Phoenix is nice, the crazies are coming out! Yay!
There’s a fine line between performance artist and mental patient. A fine, Marks-A-Lot line.
This is my Unfortunate Cookie. Clicking the “see why” button took me to a article about tumblarity.
NAW!!!
It really links to the August 16, 1969 Poughkeepsie Journal front page, where the distress of the Poughkeepsie populace at the destruction of their beloved post office Elm tree provides fodder, forty years later, for a bad pun.
Or two.
At his old high school’s graduation, Eugene Mirman offers advice to make Alan Greenspan weep:
“Don’t get too excited when you read The Fountainhead.”
via randyliedtke
In the life cycle of the henna user, it seems I’m moving on from “Fox” to “Cougar.” “Galapagos Tortoise” (not pictured) is for next decade.
(It’s a cheetah, I know, but don’t ruin my lame joke with facts like that.)
GPOYC(ostume)I(n)P(rogress)W
After the sewing comes the Henna.
I’m thorough.
Blue Cheer :: Summertime Blues, for which, like cancer, sadly there is no cure.
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