Friday, May 27, 2016

This is the future and it's a nightmare

Immediately following my post about hating work, I received a recruitment email :)  from this start-up company (and seriously the email opened with a smiley face).   :)   "Hi! I'm a really happy person! Because this start-up is SO AWESOME! Look how we work! Well, it doesn't feel like work because we're bouncing around like infants in plastic balls with pokey things inside! Oops! Don't roll me down the hill, silly work friend! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This is sooooooo fun! You have AWESOME experience, Lou Jones! Let's talk!"






















Thursday, May 26, 2016

Work


is stupid.













It's not that I'm lazy.














It's that I want to live

















in wayne's world.
















Monday, May 23, 2016

Fuck Your Noguchi Table

Some sites are little jewels that sit behind your brain for years, waiting to be remembered. They come to you like a memory from when you were 5. A swoosh of movement, a faint laugh, who showed you first. Like something you're looking at through half-closed venetian blinds.

This is one of the best.




Thursday, May 19, 2016

GIRLS INVENTED PUNK ROCK NOT ENGLAND


Voting by David Foster Wallace




Notes on a meeting #7

It's been a while since I've had to sit through a meeting for two hours. Plenty of time to take some "notes."

During this particular meeting, I had two things on my mind. "EFF YOU". This is written in stylized copy because a note like this can't be readable by the nosy VP sitting behind you. And, from Mr. Bill Burroughs, "She had an auxiliary asshole in the middle of her forehead."


Monday, May 02, 2016

Beyond Hate + unicorn teaser, Ween

Finally, I did it. I cut a social bind that was somehow still holding on.

There's only one person in this world who I can clearly state I hate. In fact, I had a hate note posted on this here Jones, but then took it down because it was so UGLY. Ya know?

I ran into this woman for the 2nd time, in the same place tonight, which is near my work and her home, and I heard her say my name under her breath as I "unknowingly" passed by her.

And to that I have to say: we should all be ridding ourselves of the "uncomfortable meeting" by stating as early on as possible that you want that person to ignore you, please. In my case, it went on too long–12 years too long, but really 3 (a final crime).

And to her I said in an overtly pussy way: by email, that if she has any good manners in possession at all, then she should never ever talk to me ever again about anything, no matter what.

I foresee a future in which I don't have to ignore her upon viewing, but can look her in the eye, say nothing, and it won't be unexpected.

Amen.

Don't let assholes bug you out of your world as long as I did.

Meanwhile, I lick my brain in silence:












That's right. Ween is back.