“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Valentines' Facts

15% of U.S. women send themselves flowers on Valentine's Day.

About 3% of pet owners will give Valentine's Day gifts to their pets.

In Victorian times it was considered bad luck to sign a Valentine's Day card.

About 1 billion Valentine's Day cards are exchanged each year. That's the largest seasonal card-sending occasion of the year, next to Christmas.

The highest combined age of a divorcing couple is 188, by Ida Stern (91) and her husband Simon (97) of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, US, in Feb 1984.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Who says art is dead?

Gentleman's Club Challenges Nude Ordinance

Wed Feb 16,11:16 PM ET Strange News - AP

BOISE, Idaho - A city ordinance bans complete nudity at all gentleman's clubs, but one has challenged that ordinance by distributing pencils and sketch pads to patrons during "art night."

The ordinance does give nudity exclusions for artistic displays which include dance, ballet and dramatic performances, so every Monday and Tuesday, the club encourages customers to sketch the models as they perform nude routines.

"As far as the Boise city code, it specifies it has to be a serious artistic manner and this is a serious artistic manner," said Chris Teague, Erotic City owner.

The club has put on art night for two months, and Teague said he has not received any complaints.

Boise Police officials say the club has not been cited for any ordinance violations.

OK, so some people were a little disturbed by my choice of Valentines serenades som here's a Valentines card for everyone.

Make sure you have your sound turned on.

Happy Valentines Day!

Oh, I guess it goes without saying, but you might not want to play this real loud at work.

Monday, February 14, 2005

So since it's Valentines Day and all I thought I'd provide the lyrics to my favorite love song.

Don't tell me I'm not romantic...


Where The Wild Roses Grow
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (featuring Kylie Minogue)

Male Voice
Female Voice


They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day


From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild


When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face


They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day


On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"


On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"


They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist


On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth


They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day...




Sunday, February 13, 2005

Here we go, my first fully illustrated story.

Back in Morgantown we discovered that if you push really hard we could make beer bottle caps stick into the textured celing of our apartment.

We were bored, that's why.

Anyways, it looked like this:

It was thought by all to be pretty groovy.

So one day, my roommate Brian and I, seen in these archive photos:

Me:


Brian:



Decided to take our mothers, who were in town, out to lunch. While we were gone, two of our other roommates, Hammershmidt and our very own Rich Fucking Sanders, seen here:

Hammershmidt:


Rich:


Decided that the apartment wasn't quite homoerotic enough so they set about an apartment art project.

Brian's Mom was the first in the door.

Here's what she saw:


I'd like to say that the celing didn't stay that way for long, but the giant penis on the celing actually stayed up there for the rest of the semester.