Author: Jason Cosper

  • Links for 2006-07-07

    • A cooking show for freegans — folks who find their food in the dumpster. *shrug* It’s an interesting concept…
  • War… What Is It Good For?

    Taking a Nerf dart straight to the eye and having it suction on is no fun whatsoever.

    Despite apologizing profusely, the coworker who did it to me will pay dearly…

    P.S. Don’t worry, I’m not blind or anything. Things are just sort of blurry out of my left eye.
    P.P.S. Actually, my vision’s cleared right up. My eye still feels sort of meh, but I’m sure that’ll go away too.

  • Fireworks

    As I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, Piccolo Petes shriek briefly before exploding loudly.

    Part of me is wishing that I didn’t volunteer to take that shift at work tomorrow.

  • Ambition

    Fuck writing the great American novel, I want to write the great American TV pilot.

  • Debatable Upgrades

    Now that it’s out, I want to upgrade to the Sidekick 3 so very badly — but I’m a little put off by the $299 with a 2 year contract price.

    Does anyone want to buy my Sidekick 2?

  • Say What Now?

    I received this communique in my fortune cookie at the Chinese place today — and I’m still trying to figure out what the hell it means.

    It doesn’t even make sense if you add “…in bed” to the end of it!

    P.S. Is it bad when your boss chuckles and says, “I’m sure you can spin that into a pretty good entry for your blog.” upon hearing of said fortune?

  • Links for 2006-06-26

  • What’s A Pederast, Walter?

    Why do 13 year old indie girls from Los Angeles have the screen name for my Sidekick? I know it’s public record and all, but normally the people who use it are the sort of people who I want having it. Maybe I should consider making it unpublic…

    Furthermore, why do said 13 year old girls say “maybe. just let me see yr myspace.” when I tell them that I’m 28 and ask if that might be a bit too old for them? Because I don’t care what they say about grass on the playing field — I’m not down with getting busted in some sort of a Dateline sting.

  • Clean Sheets

    It’s too hot out to have flannel sheets on my bed — but for some reason, I do.

    I was thinking about putting the bamboo ones on the bed when I realized that the pillowcases are on the pillows I keep in my car. Seeing as how I probably won’t need those anytime soon, I should probably bring them inside the house and wash them. *sigh*

  • She Took The Midnight Train Goin’ Anywhere

    What sort of karaoke joint manages to have stuff by Journey without having “Don’t Stop Believing” or “Separate Ways” in their book of available songs?

    Despite having a fantastic time drinking and partying with my awesome new coworkers at City Cat Karaoke Studio last night, that one thing still sort of bugs me this afternoon. *sigh* Oh well.