the last 6 photos from my mobile phone
It’s hard to sum up the sprawl of poo that was today.
Let’s just say I have a new cruddy mobile phone to replace a broken one, but the good news is that I did not extend my contract. I also saved the last 6 photos, pictured above, but if you’d like a better look…
I used to post these mobile photos here, but somehow I mucked up some phone settings and I gave up trying to figure it out.
Also, I’m driving a rental Corolla with kidney-punching lumbar support while I try and figure out how to get my ride to a dealership for evaluation. Something to do with oil not getting to the engine… It’s an aging ’98 Passat with 140K, but I love it.
The good part of all this? I been trying for a while to find appropriate background music when I write in the ol’ journal. Generally based on a theme that sums up the day, it offers an approach to an out of control digital music collection—unearthing long forgotten, or never heard tune-age.
Tonight I’ve been enjoying:
Ween “Don’t Shit Where You Eat”
Modest Mouse “Shit Luck”
Eels “Old Shit/New Shit”
Quasi “Hot Shit”
Bug Guts “Beanstalk to Shittsville”
!!! “Shit Scheisse Merde, Pt 1 & 2”
So yeah, creating playlists based on word = fun. Really.
On a related note, I started feeding last.fm a while ago and it keeps track of this stuff.. I find the site sort’ve slow and confusing sometimes, but like all this, it might be nice in old age to sift back through the days and data slong gone by. Shitty or not.
Current music: Headphones “Shit Talker”
2 responses to “poo”
Sprawl of Poo. Love it. I can relate. I’m in the second day of a lovely case of stomach flu. I think what heppened was that the Morons who went up to Chicago for the Superbowl Playoffs (a sporting event, apparntly) and stomped around the “Loop” in T-thirts (but not Tii Shirts…) trying to look macho in 20 degree weather brought strange Miswestern malaises back to New Orleans with them. The Little Dears.
“Sprawl of Poo”. May I use that? Do I need to sign a release?
How, exactly, do you FIT into a Corolla?
Ughhhhhhhhhhh. Back to bed.
Feel free to spread the sprawl of poo John, but I hope for your sake, it is not literally.
Get better, the superbowl will be over soon and things can return to their natural state.