This reminded me of a VERY special kitty I know.

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I’ll tell you what love is. It is Unquestioning self humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your heart and soul to the smiter.”
― Jasper Fforde, Lost in a Good Book

I suppose I will have to get back into the swing of writing frequently a little sooner then I originally intended. A friend of mine from high school just contacted me asking if I would be interested in turning an idea that he had for a podcast show into an actual script. I am not really sure about how good the actually concept work is yet, but I figure what the hell it’s experience. Besides if it is not crap it might even be good experience. That is probably far too hopeful though. Now I just need to learn how to write a script. 

life:

Who’s excited about the return of Mad Men?
LIFE.com offers a gallery of photographs from the pivotal year in which some of the new season is set: 1967. There was a lot going on in the U.S. and around the world at the time. The war in Vietnam was only getting bloodier. Race riots rocked American cities. Baseball fans reveled in one of the most exciting pennant races in history. A young comedian named Woody Allen was killing in Vegas. Iran crowned a new Shah. The “counterculture” — in all its protean forms — was in full bloom. Hippies were flooding to Haight-Ashbury (soon to be followed by meth, and heroin, and other forces that would bring an ugly end to the “Summer of Love” almost before it began).
In this gallery, take a look back at this pivotal year seen through the lens of LIFE photographers.
Pictured: Woody Allen (better known as a stand-up comedian than a filmmaker) plays his clarinet in a Las Vegas hotel room, 1967.

life:

Who’s excited about the return of Mad Men?

LIFE.com offers a gallery of photographs from the pivotal year in which some of the new season is set: 1967. There was a lot going on in the U.S. and around the world at the time. The war in Vietnam was only getting bloodier. Race riots rocked American cities. Baseball fans reveled in one of the most exciting pennant races in history. A young comedian named Woody Allen was killing in Vegas. Iran crowned a new Shah. The “counterculture” — in all its protean forms — was in full bloom. Hippies were flooding to Haight-Ashbury (soon to be followed by meth, and heroin, and other forces that would bring an ugly end to the “Summer of Love” almost before it began).

In this gallery, take a look back at this pivotal year seen through the lens of LIFE photographers.

Pictured: Woody Allen (better known as a stand-up comedian than a filmmaker) plays his clarinet in a Las Vegas hotel room, 1967.

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Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It’s the crack cocaine of the literary world.”
― Jasper Fforde, First Among Sequels

Just finished reading Jasper Fforde’s “Shades of Grey” and it left me feeling like a spectacular waste of space. The book itself was not exactly life altering, although it was very interestingly written. The really interesting part was reading about why he chose to write the story the way he had. His basic theory on writing seems to be that he writes himself into a hole, a place where the plot and believably of the story seems to have nowhere to go and then finds his way back to a coherent closure of sorts. At the end of a Jasper Fforde novel you not only feel like you should probably reread the novel, but also like maybe you lost your ability to follow a story line somewhere along the way. But, I suppose my point is getting away from me. I finished “Shades of Grey” only to feel as though I was reading the kind of writing I wish I was intelligent enough to accomplish. On the other hand, I feel that way about his novels knowing full well that the average person has not only never heard of him, but probably never will. Sadness. 

Is it normal to have had two employees in one year be checked into the psych ward?

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It is crazy to me to think about the fact that I have not smoked a cigarette in one month. Not only that but I don’t even smoke the blu cigs anymore. Which means that I have not only completed one of the goals I made for this year, but I have surpassed it. And it is only March. Hooray! 

brain-food:

Star Wars Yoga by Rob Osborne

This is the only Yoga I ever want to do in my life. 

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firsttimeuser:

Twiggy by Helmut Newton

firsttimeuser:

Twiggy by Helmut Newton

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On Monday night myself and my boy gave our two weeks notice to our evil dictator employers. On Tuesday, the laws of reality broke completely. So here is the story,

Tuesday morning I woke assuming that it was the first day of my quitting process. I actually almost assumed I would get fired. Instead I woke up to an email from my boss that completely butchered the English language while relaying the point that he wanted to have a meeting with both myself and my other half about our resignation. My immediate reaction to this was “I don’t want to, I have nothing to say to him”. However, you don’t really have a choice in this situation so a meeting me had. The meeting started with lots of yelling because my boss was a little angry, and rightly so, about the incredible rude things that were contained in the resignation my other half sent in. After the yelling had subsided and we got down to business, we discussed the fact that the boss and his big brother business partner never listen to us and the fact that you can’t run this place cause it’s like running up hill through mud. After about an hour that I thought was going nowhere we landed on a few changes that would keep us here, at least for the time being. 

1. We are getting a fancy new touch screen register with a ticket printer to the kitchen. (So no every order has to be run back)

2. We are getting a fancy new dishwasher. So that I don’t have to break my back anymore.

3. All of the employees are getting a raise. That’s right no more trying to get people to work hard for minimum wage. All of my employees are getting bumped up to $8 an hour and if they don’t perform in the next few weeks will be replaced.

Boo-fucking-yah!