All about books, food, books about food, and maybe food that tastes strangely of book. And an inordinate amount of beards...
Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
And if the romantic ladybug didn't just make you MELT
Then this vintage, skunk-suicide valentines card may just ring all your bells. Either the skunk is really depressed or believes itself to be Rasputin -what other excuse could there be for the drowing/ shooting overkill (ahem). I still think this is way cooler than cutesy wutesy ickle bunnies and puppies.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
I Can See for Miles and Miles...
Jazz Fan |
Maybe listening to it is the wrong phrase to use. Maybe suffering through it would be better. I keep telling myself that jazz is supposed to be difficult to understand, and that maybe like classical music it gets easier with each listen. However, the current track "Feio" (a mere 11.50 long) features a noise like grinding teeth, no discernable tune or rhythm and a lot of random fart sounds.
Jazz Spam |
Oh well, I tried. Maybe I should just accept the fact that I am designed for the simpler and less synopated things in life. I think I'll stick to grunge, 80's bubblegum pop and the occasional 1960's girl group-fest for my musical jollies and leave the jazz to chin stroking weirdy beardies.
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