No pools, no pets, no cigarettes
Dust billows, swirly motes in the sunset through the window *wonderchicken coughs off camera, gets levered up out of the coffin too fast, wobbly at the apex because the plywood and lever mecha just isn t it, boosh cloud of pancake powder off the forehead, hey hello folks only been 9 years fuck it* I LIVE [ ]
What the Eudaimoneers is meant to not be: badvertising. Just another single-serving wonderchicken industries site that (as well as being a kind of sub-rosa promotion), makes me giggle, and making myself giggle is something I try to spend at least an hour or two a day doing. Share and enjoy.
[Originally posted at Medium, mostly because I was curious] My oldest friend and I have just launched a boutique advertising network for independent gaming websites called Eudaimoneers. It’s about the least likely thing that me-of-20-years-ago could have imagined doing. It’s disconcerting, but it feels good, man. I’d like to tell you some of the why [ ]
Sometimes 30 years go by and a song you loved as a young man jumps the fuck up into your oldman mind again, and you wonder at how you are the same as you were, but not. And then because you re an internet-grandpa, you post it on your blog . This is T-Bone Burnett singing Shut [ ]
Two things I love, together.
We have drunk Soma and become immortal; we have attained the light, the Gods discovered. Now what may a foeman’s malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, a mortal mans deception? Absorbed into the heart, be sweet, O drop, as a kind father to his son, O Soma, As a wise Friend to friend: [ ]
Found this. 27 years ago. Scotland. Good times.
Update, August 2016: I joined A Small Orange just before it got acquired by the Evil Hegemonizing Swarm that is EIG (a pox upon them). This post was written back when they were good, and they really were very good. Really above-and-beyondish support. They have since spiraled into a vortex of horror, as good people [ ]
Mountain Goats Sing Mountain Goats, another in a fine tradition of single-serving Tumblrs.
Have you seen Barfly, friend? That Hollywood glitzified Bukowski fairy tale from 1987, starring Mickey Rourke before he went totally off the rails? No? Well, you should; it s pretty silly, but also pretty great, and I ve embedded it, courtesy of whoever uploaded it to the ever-less-concerned-about-movie-uploads-as-time-goes-on Youtube. Enjoy your Friday.