Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Avril Lavigne is rolling in her grave






If anyone's curious, there's a really great version of Knockin' on Heaven's Door on YouTube, but it's in Portuguese.

(And I hate to go into "Don't explain the joke" mode here, but as we all know Bob Dylan wrote the song for the film Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid.)

There's gotta be an easier way

Before I forget

The reason I posted a couple last night -- at a time in my life when I'm busy as fuck and distracted to all hell -- is because I got a couple of notices on the internet machine.

Phil Roland (Twitter @PhilRoland) posted a link with a little bit of praise on his Tumblr, which I accept gladly because I know he doesn't go around gladhanding people for shiggles. He writes about stuff and is alternatively funny, thought provoking, and very dark.

His post was re-tumblred, or whatever the fuck, by the person who does this tumblr, which is nice since a positive notice from someone you didn't already know is always preferable for some reason. So thanks, and now I've brought it full circle: you're reading me linking you about you reading and linking me.

I never want to be entertaining unless I know someone's looking.

Oh, and if I haven't already posted it, I'm on the Twitter, @scottowilliams. I occasionally wonder about why anyone would follow me, but if you want to, you can, I guess. Free country.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Your mom



So we at least know it was NOT my dad... beyond that, it could be anyone.

Bra measurements ≠ Baking measurements






Around this time, the conversation became more or less legit, although still heavily boob-centric. She seemed like a really nice girl, but technical difficulties ended our conversation prematurely.

Story of my life. Meet a nice girl with cartoonishly large breasts, find out she's half a world away (Australia), lose her never to meet again.

Sigh. Goodbye, Rebecca, goodbye Margueritte.

Sex Hitler



Sex Hitler is a thing, guys.

Bemuse me



I feel like being weird tonight.