Pajamas in the Daytime

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10:02 "'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved." Why does this sound like an abusive relationship?

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Dec. 14th, 2009

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I feel sorry for years that end in 9. Every other year gets lots of "Best of this year" lists, but the 9's only have "Best of this decade"!

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Courthouse lines are the bane of all existence...

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00:18 is going to Paris freaking France for vacation... for free. OMFG!

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Dec. 13th, 2009

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The Prestige wins.

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.....pretty sure that's david bowie as nikola tesla. weird.

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Bah humbug

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Dec. 12th, 2009

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This is why I love Pearls Before Swine: http://ping.fm/SbzgM

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Dec. 11th, 2009

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One day, a ps3. but i want to continue playing my ps2 games. but my ps2 is old and bjorked. why is the ps3 not backward compatible? lame!

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Les Statues meurent aussi/Statues Also Die (Chris Marker & Alain Resnais, 1953)

( Homage to black-african culture & aestheticism, formerly censored in France during colonialist period )

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One car at meineke, the other at midas. and we're stranded with nothing but CBN, a DS, and ESPN magazine.

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11:02 Bus conversations: "See my scar here on my belly? The doctor said--" "No, sir. I'm not looking to adopt-a-crazy".
12:23 @Jonnydark Still never tried The Nog. What am I missing?
17:59 Boy, this ain't no regular run-o-the-mill cold out there. This here's a mean cold. It wants us to hurt.

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Dec. 10th, 2009

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You've got a heavy duty 4x4 truck AND THERE'S NO SNOW OR ICE ANYWHERE. maybe you should go faster than 15 mph.

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13:25 You know you're getting old when the most exciting thing that happens in your day is a cheap water bill.

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Dec. 9th, 2009

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fresh cut...

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Amazingly Horrible: Bob Dylan's Christmas Album

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First goulash attempt, unbelievably successful...new favorite meal.

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New Destroy All Robots song, "Violence!" now available for the listenin'.

I wrote this a few years ago about the following books of the Bible. Habakkuk (esp. 1:1-4), Job, Matthew 10:28-39, Ecclesiastes 9:12. Let's get biblical! Biblical!

i flicked on the porchlight, our hands cold, the air-tight seal around our silence, i cry out to You, "violence!" but still You don't respond. little bird they caught you there, out floating in the atmosphere; and now you'll do the things you're told, to pick blood from potatoes that we've grown. words far too dark to speak. the sparrows small, small and weak in earthen tombs return unto the damning sea, what hope remains in me? so tell me, will You barter us like Job? because if two go for a penny then i too must have a price - i mean You gambled him with Satan who was spared all your advice; and it's surely not a measure or a question of your grace, but it sure falls short to the child whose hands will never even touch her father's face. snap tight your wings, don't let it be known or you'll make graves of the tilled fields where grain has been grown. You came not to bring peace but a sword, yet we're under the kitchen table screaming out Your psalms, waiting for those bastards to just up and drop their nuclear bombs, and close the net around our tiny, feathered palms. words far too dark to speak. the sparrows small, small and weak, they are in earthen tombs returned unto the damning sea, what hope remains in me?

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