textbook humor:

"If you stood in direct sunlight on Mercury, you would hear your spacesuit's cooling system cranking up to top speed as it tried to keep you cool. Daytime temperatures can exceed 800F.... If you stepped into shadow on Mercury or took a walk at night, with no atmosphere to distribute heat, your spacesuit heaters would strufflt to keep you warm. The surface can cool to -280F. Nights on Mercury are bitter cold. Don't go to Mercury in a cheap spacesuit."

Seeds, Michael A. The Solar System. 6th ed. Belmont: Thomson Brooks/Cole, 2008. Print.

thanks for the advice.

tx is an artist and poet.

he and i frequent all of denton's coffee houses.

coffee homes.

we always hug, but rarely speak. it's a nice relationship we have. despite our lack of socializing, we typically share a table. i pretend not to notice that he sings under his breathe... but i like it.

quite comforting for such a chaotic night.

coffee homes. how nice.

dear jason lee,
why would you ever leave me? i forgive you, but never do it again. come back, so we can rekindle our love.
love, mengtar.




ps... i saw jason lee.



in other news, i have officially escaped the icy grip of business calculus.

i'm home between classes drinking beer and eating cheese. the only other thing in the house is moldy bread, spoiled milk, and 4-day old red wine. this is my best bet at a well-balanced meal. diverse, albeit.



((not mine... but i need to start painting again))



momx had a birthday on friday. i made her a birthday cake. then ate it. we all loved it.









more fun with dogs!!!!!





i've been listening to a lot of npr, i'd tell you my favorite part, but my roommate is in his room yelling in a british accent. this is not out of the ordinary. this morning i heard another roommate "pleasing himself" in the shower. moaning and an "oh, you dirty thing" and disgusting and i almost threw up. i showed up to class 20 minutes early so i wouldn't have to look at him when he got out of the shower. no eye contact for a month.



TOMATO SOUP!



the beer is out of shot... don't worry.

this whimsical wonder is sitting behind the new coffee shop on fry street that i drunk applied for a job last week. i'm not sure if it's a hookah, furnace, or a lamp.



yeah, i'd say that i'm a pretty suite eff. haha. get it? whatever. you don't get it.



remember these guys?

from the cold war missile base? pretty awesome. lizards and skulls.

for life.



so mnax mailed me an unknown card/letter/package last week... i vaguely recall receiving a text message from him asking my current address. and i even more vaguely may or may not remember returning the text...

but i apparently did...

but that didn't stop him from sending my unknown card/letter/package to my brooklake address rather than the current...

guess i won't be getting that one...

nah, i'm scheming up a break-in.



and welcome back to town Consider the Source!



this is actually Little Big Horn, with Gabe the double-necker from CtS... but all is well. amazing show by both bands.





is it bballa in here, or is it just me?

my new hobby is neglecting my writing and making ten thousand drafts and never finalizing, reviewing, editing, or POSTING any of them... but here is an incomplete list of things i've done...



i found a snail on my patio. hello, my new friend. i almost captured him to put in a jar with a stick and a leaf... but i already cannot afford to feed the pets that i have let alone myself... so my apologies, dear comrade, but you must remain feral. alas, the recession remains.

that felt like poetry.



ingredients for wild rice hotdish... caffeine, beer, and a magical recipe box.



who needs clean dishes?



i prefer the smell-check anyway.



i call this segment, "cutting onions: remix"






fin.



i'm currently laying in bed at 5am after a sleepless night listening to my 30-year-old roommate throw up in my bathroom... this is why i don't shower daily.




mushroom fields forever




my vomit-witholding roommates didn't approve of the praying mantis sanctuary in the kitchen... so he was released to the wild.

doing astronomy homework:

"One reason astronomers object to astrology is that it has no link to the physical world. For example, precession has moved the constellations so that they no longer match the zodiacal signs. Whatever sign you were "born under," the sun was probably in the previous zodiacal constellation. In fact, if you were born on or between November 30 and December 17, the sun was passing through a corner of the nonzodiacal sign.*"

((following the asterisk, you can find this at the bottom of the page))

"*The author of this book was born on December 14 and thus has no astrological sign. An astronomer friend claims that the author must therefore have no personality."

--Michael A. Seeds. The Solar System. 6th ed. p 26. Belmont: Thomson Brooks/Cole, 2008. Print.

hello good bye and back again.



with the exception of the Great Airport Fiasco of 2009, my trip to minnesota was a success.



this fucking bitch made me cry at the check-in counter. waving her arms in the air and pionting her finger in my face because i wanted to get off in minneapolis and ditch my connecting flight to st. cloud.



doesn't she realize that pictures of then was playing at uptown bar? hadn't she seen my cute outfit? lady, yesterday was haircut day and you DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE! never flying northwest/delta again. ever.



i now fly strictly korean air. i hear each plane has a spa.




but i eventually made it to minneapolis after several rain and storm delays.



and i eventually made it to uptown after several directional errors.

and pictures of then eventually went on stage after several slot-swaps and extra bands that were only okay if you don't pay a cover and the drinks are free and they're sucking your dick at the same time...

amazing. love them... plus they're cute.



i swear, momx is cute too... see?




cute. cute. cute. what's that, tx? run away to minneapolis with you so we can take long walks around lake calhoun at sunset and wear curious-vintage outfits of vests and boots?



only if cx can be there too... naked...






i swear, this was a MUCH better idea at the time... i had plans in my drunken taco-craving little head. also, i'm adorable.



we rock-starred it to st. cloud that night because i wanted to wake up at "home"... i'm a stubborn drunk. but didn't even know i missed waking up to the fog. how lovely.



momx has a way of gardening that makes our backyard THE most charming place in the world. you just want to get lost in like the movie FERN GULLY. so whimsical.



there was also my cousin's wedding, but all of the pictures are too drunken for words... except my dress. tell me you love me.



we stayed in hibbing ((birthplace of bob dylan and moi!)) at grammax's house where i have dew-feet.



look at these two! they must be friends.



this hill was a mountain when i was 5, i swear it! grammax would yell at us for rolling down it. then she would tell us to come inside and let us eat as many cookies as we wanted. but they weren't very good so it was usually one or two...



also everything in grammax's house is circa 1970 or earlier.

exhibit a:



exhibit b:



((love you, dadx))