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Missives From the Land of the Unemployed, No. 3

Just why am I this tired, having done nothing today? Unrelated, here is a video of some torso flexing. I find the headlessness disturbing, because I’m delicate and dear lord my brain is really going.

(Click through for the la-de-dah)

This Woman, Too, Is Kari Farrell

At least according to Google Images.

Kari Farrell, Blog Traffic Magician

So here’s another post about Kari Farrell, because yesterday a huge number of people stopped by for a two line post that was tangentially about ‘The Hipster Grifter’. Clearly I advocate the laziest of blogging.

I guess what most intrigues me about this girl, besides her adorable cancer stories, is that all of us assholes of a certain age living in New York have known someone like this. Perhaps, to a much lesser extent, we went through a similar time of story telling, of bending the truth to look better or different or just because life can be boring in of itself and, occasionally, providing your own details can make it just bright enough to keep moving.

So this is to you, Kari Farrell, you whacky liar, you rubber check kiter, you sad Utah girl with terrible tattoos.

In Which I Request the Head of Kari Farrell, The Hipster Grifter

BRING ME THE HEAD OF KARI FARELL, THE HIPSTER GRIFTER!

You know, just because it’s fun to make such demands.

Missives From the Land of the Unemployed, No. 2

I was watching the video below today as I put together my most recent entry to the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes. Of course I began to weep, because Ms. Boyle’s matching shoes and dress seem to come from another time and because she’s obviously such a perfect plant, but I need to believe she wandered in from some coal ash dusted British village to impress the shiny bastards and prove, finally, that we are not defined by our untended eyebrows or the dull things we do during the day to get by.

(Click through for the video, and I apologize for that run-on sentence there)

There’s Nothing Chilly About This

WordPress just suggested I name my blog theincorporealchillnail.com. Could someone please tell me what a chillnail is and why I would want to be one?

Missives from the Land of the Unemployed, No. 1

Today, as I was walking from the laundromat to my apartment, a thought:

A freshly made bed is only that until you, like the soiled candy in the wrapper, sleep in it.

I have no idea what this means, however I take it as a sign of my decreasing mental ability to string coherent thoughts together in this, the wettening Spring of my unemployment.

Get Into The Groove(y)

What’s funny about this, the heavily edited video for Get Into the Groove(y), is that it basically describes my unemployed activities these days. You know, take bath, jump around striking my head, take another bath, resume striking head. The best part is that all the masturbation has been cut out for everyone’s enjoyment.

(Click through for video…)

As a side note, I was listening to this song at the gym today as two very tan Brazilian lads stood in front of a wall of mirrors comparing their abdominal muscles and jabbering in Portuguese. I wonder what Thurston and Kim would think of this, if they would think anything at all.