It burns! IT BURNS!
Ran across something I found many, many years ago. It's so terrifying,I simply have to share it with you. I beg you, stick with it, or atleast skip to the middle where he starts the "Lil Marky" bit.
It's fairly terrifying how large of an audience he has
Last night's 24confused and disoriented me. I'm not entirely sure that show isexisting in any kind of reality anymore. Perhaps its producers, in astroke of Derrida, have elected to construct a multiverse oftruth-neutralization. Or maybe they're just out of plot ideas. One orthe other. Pretty much the last two and a half seasons or so haveconsisted of the following:
Chloe: Edgar, I need you to provision the sockets.
Edgar: (out of breath) I'll get to it when I get to it.
Chloe: Edgar, why are you always being so difficult?
Edgar: (shoveling Cheetohs into his mouth) mmph mmrph gorble.
CTU Chief: Chloe, where are we on the surveillance?
Chloe: I don't know, ask that fat fuck Edgar.
If you don't own the Neko Case record Blacklisted, why not?
In an extraordinarily selfish act of self-promotion, I've set up a myspace for my music.I'm so lame it comes out my freakishly large ears and pours in rapidfashion to the pavement where it collects in cracks and soaks its wayinto your water supply.
It's noon and I still haven't gotten my morning blogroll reading done yet. It's off to work I go!
