Zach Oooh!n

And leave me/with pennies in my eyes

I find this amusing: "For those of you with fear of the weblog, fret not: Trompe le Monde isn't one of those "links, personality tests, and daily question and answer thingy" weblogs. There's actual content there, which you will probably enjoy if you read Hyper Enough" This from Ex-Amplified. Content?!?! CONTENT! Let me quoteth a passage from said "Content Blog":

"The cold is getting better. I think sleeping late helped. I'll probably be sick a lot more this school year because I'm actually working hard and getting less sleep."

Oh, yeah. that's some content. Man alive, what I wouldn't do if I didn't have her to keep my brain energized with her fascinating stories about watching movies in feminist classes or her preference as to windows shut or open (She picked open! Can You believe it?!?!) Here's the thing: I don't pretend this BLARG to be any better than any other BLARG. I don't think I have anything particularly useful to say on any given day. But I don't pretend that my boring personal diary equals CONTENT. You know who has a content BLARG: nobody. None of us is any more useful (in the utilitarian way) than the next. So don't pretend, that's all I ask. And who is reading this garbage?

I suppose I am. Put a fucking bullet in me, like Steve McQueen.

next five: "Eyepennies" by sparklehorse; "gaucho" by steely dan; "sublet" by lifter puller; "oh jesus christ almighty just shut the hell up!" by lois lane; and "guns of brixton" by joel r.l. phelps and the downer trio.

in the stereo: Horatio nestling in his cage, crickets chirping, bombs dropping