I have a thing for clocks and this one is stunning.
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Very important things.
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Square peg.
There aren’t even any rectangles down here.
More places.
I made a list of shows that were happening in Philadelphia over the next couple of months that I would be missing the other day.
God damn it.
Rinse and repeat.
Chili cook-off this weekend. Last year I lost the People’s Choice Award by a single vote.. to the single vegetarian chili that entered. Damn you, vegetarians!
Just as a reminder to how masterfully crafted that chili was: ground and fried breakfast sausage and bacon as the meat base, with a mango pineapple chutney for sweetness, with jalapeno (and other various peppers for color and texture primarily) kick. It was a work of culinary art.
This year I’m just going to make it as painfully hot as possible. It will also be vegan. This way everyone can enjoy it… especially those vegetarians that didn’t vote for me last go-round.
I’m trying to figure out a good name for my chili.
Bestiary.
I decided to go snorkeling in the backyard rather than go to lecture today. Had a big spotted eagle ray sneak up on me (scared the hell out of me) while I was looking at this little school of clown fish. While following the ray I stumbled upon a sharptail eel so I followed it for awhile. Pretty awesome day of snorkeling. I should do it more often.
Burn piles.
Dear Grenadians,
Stop setting all of your furniture and piles of trash on fire. According to the brochures you’re supposed to smell the scent of aromatic spices rolling down the hills, not smoldering broken chair and cereal boxes.
My heart goes, is going, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump…
Here is a collection of last words spoken by inmates’ on death row in Texas.
Go ahead?
Nothing I can say can change the past.
I done lost my voice.
I would like to say goodbye.
My heart goes is going ba bump ba bump ba bump.
Is the mike on?
I don’t have anything to say. I am just sorry about what I did.
I am nervous and it is hard to put my thoughts together. Sometimes you don’t know what to say.
Man, there is a lot of people there.
I have come here today to die, not make speeches.
Where’s Mr. Marino’s mother? Did you get my letter?
I want to ask if it is in your heart to forgive me. You don’t have to.
I wish I could die more than once to tell you how sorry I am.
Could you please tell that lady right there — can I see her? She is not looking at me — I want you to understand something, hold no animosity toward me. I want you to understand. Please forgive me.
I don’t think the world will be a better or safer place without me.
I am sorry.
I want to tell my mom that I love her.
I caused her so much pain and my family and stuff. I hurt for the fact that they are going to be hurting.
I am taking it like a man.
Kick the tires and light the fire. I am going home.
They may execute me but they can’t punish me because they can’t execute an innocent man.
I couldn’t do a life sentence.
I said I was going to tell a joke. Death has set me free. That’s the biggest joke.
To my sweet Claudia, I love you.
Cathy, you know I never meant to hurt you.
I love you, Irene.
Let my son know I love him.
Tell everyone I got full on chicken and pork chops.
I appreciate the hospitality that you guys have shown me and the respect, and the last meal was really good.
The reason it took them so long is because they couldn’t find a vein. You know how I hate needles. … Tell the guys on Death Row that I’m not wearing a diaper.
Lord, I lift your name on high.
From Allah we came and to Allah we shall return.
For everybody incarcerated, keep your heads up.
Death row is full of isolated hearts and suppressed minds.
Mistakes are made, but with God all things are possible.
I am responsible for them losing their mother, their father and their grandmother. I never meant for them to be taken. I am sorry for what I did.
I can’t take it back.
Lord Jesus forgive of my sins. Please forgive me for the sins that I can remember.
All my life I have been locked up.
Give me my rights. Give me my rights. Give me my rights. Give me my life back.
I am tired.
I deserve this.
A life for a life.
It’s my hour. It’s my hour.
I’m ready, Warden.
Get up.
I want to do a better job of motivating myself to do better jobs. I need to stop being so fucking lazy. Why am I this way?
I’d feel better if I cooked better food. If I studied more. If I worked out more.
Also, I should probably whine less.
The other day some classmates took pictures of me asleep in lecture. I think I am going to stop going to lectures pretty much entirely.
I actually attempted to sit in the very front row, directly smack in front of the professor, last week for pathology or bacteriology. I assumed it would help me stay alert and awake. I fell asleep. Right in front of his face. Pathetic. I am such an asshole.
There was a sunset party here the other day. I made some jalapeno burgers and had some rosemary potatoes… and then felt sick. I think I ate way too much. I definitely ate way too much.
I ended up laying in my room for a few hours just watching preseason hockey. Hockey is finally almost back. Football is back. It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
Hot spots.
I wish my bed were more comfortable.
I’m trying to figure out my top 10 favorite songs. There are a few easy, unavoidable absolutes that must make it:
Broken Social Scene – 7/4 Shoreline
Do Make Say Think – The Landlord Is Dead
Akron/Family – Italy
Mogwai – Christmas Steps