i’ve been surfing the St. Louis section of Craigslist lately, looking for housing for the upcoming academic year. i’ll usually type in some basic search parameters, like the max amount of rent i want to pay, as well as some keywords like “August” (my tentative move-in time) and “Wash U grad student” to filter the results.

i don’t know how i overlooked this ad for so long, but i’m glad i found it.

and i have no idea what a zoo train is, but i def wanna hop on it. 

reflections on last night's results.

anyone who knows me knows that i love horror movies. to be clear, i’m not boasting about my horror-taking capabilities; i just love getting scared. it causes a certain amount of discomfort and paranoia afterward, but the initial shock is worth it.

i think it all started when i was in 7th grade. i had a sleepover for my birthday and we rented “Child’s Play 2”. to this day i have absolutely no idea how that R-rated video ended up in our house. but it did.

aside from the fact that Chucky was pretty much the most terrifying thing on the planet, the most striking aspect about the movie was the fact that he just would not die. i recall them throwing him into a fireplace, sawing his limbs off, pouring molten plastic on him…he even got his f-ing head blown off. BUT THE DAMN THING WOULD NOT DIE.

now, i realize that part of the reason for the doll’s endless rebirths was for the studio execs to continue profiting from what was proving to be a very successful franchise. but i think another important reason was to provide an eerie parallel to a real-life present-day figure who also just will not die, no matter how much the viewer wants her to.

"It was always a pretend conversation."

i will admit that i picked up this book purely because of the introduction written by Sufjan Stevens. what can i say, i’m a sufanatic (just thought of that right now - i am a GENIUS). anyway.

Sufjan’s introduction was great, but the best essay by far is the one written by Scott Carrier (originally published here) about the complexities and contradictions of Burma, by way of profiling the country’s most popular rock band, Iron Cross.

i can’t say that i agree with how he ends his essay (interestingly enough, the online version has a milder, less offensive ending), but it’s worth a read nonetheless. even more so given the current situation there. i only hope that the military junta will come to its senses and accept foreign aid, if only for the sake of its citizens.

a suggestion for David Blaine's next "death-defying stunt".

i was watching this idiot attempt to break the world record for holding breath underwater. the most annoying aspect of the entire show was the fact that they kept stressing how difficult the stunt was, and how he was putting his life at risk. um, not when you breathe in pure oxygen for 20 minutes to prep (aka: cheat), and have two emergency divers ready to save you at the first sign of distress.

hey David, here’s a thought: have someone shoot you, at point-blank range. let’s see you “survive” that one.

shoulder's sore.

got my tetanus shot this morning so i’m set for the next 10 years. BRING IT, RUSTY NAILS.

how did this happen?

early draft! needs bass and drums, obvi.

[posted @ 1:30 AM, so it still counts as a weekend post.]