I love this photographer, he makes me want to go hug a tree. I hope we have trees in the future. If we're smart maybe we'll still have forests too. (and polar bears)
Friday, January 26, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
The following handwritten letter was recently found crumpled up on the snowy steps of McKinley Hall:
I’m finally getting around to thinking whether or not I should do something about the stalling Delayed Reactions—my indecisive, slow-motion volleyball team that’s hesitating about what it’s next move should be. Doesn’t matter, I’ll probably get hit by a car anyway. Say, did Godzilla wear diapers as a baby lizard? Because that’s a lot of freakin’ reptile shit to deal with. Cripes think of the formuzilla bill too. Hey my airplane watching group is really looking up since we realized they can’t fly underground as invisible land submarines. Geez, to think we wasted better part of a year staring at the sidewalk.
Been saving my farts for you in a jar filled with pine-scented air fresheners,
Song of the Day:
“The Old College Try Cha-Cha” Henry Mancini 1960
Posted by Feo Mateo at 9:09 PM
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Instead of dragging your poor Christmas tree out to the curb three days after Christmas every year, why not redecorate it in honor of the great Martin Luther King? Now since most of you have already thrown out your trees, I don't suggest cutting down another one just for this purpose--that'd be kinda wasteful. Now, I too have a dream..to proudly redecorate our Christmas tree for each and every holiday of 2007.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 11:13 PM
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
For a band that had all the brown m&m's taken out, refused to wear roller skates on photo shoots, and played Jeff Spicoli's birthday party, it's about goddamn time Van Halen was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
When our bellies were hungry there was our old friend in the cupboards. When our limited palette knew only the delectable tastes of hotdogs, and mac and cheese, there was also the trusted Ramen noodles. You have carried us through hard times and downright lazy times, when we couldn't think of anything better than slapping the cube shape noodles in boiling water for 2 minutes with a sprinkle of the salt-laden seasoning pack, and our bellies were once again satisfied. You made it easy Momofuku Ando. And for that we give you thanks. Rest in Peace.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Why Magic Poon? Why?
‘Cause hotwiring cars ain’t no crime in hell blondie..’
But Magic Poon, what about my purse stashed under the bleachers—think it’ll be safe during the thug convention?
Damn girl, you nuttier than a peanut factory
Posted by Feo Mateo at 1:23 AM
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Deaths always seem to come in three’s. Last week soul brother James Brown passed away, then ex-President Gerald Ford, and then Saddam Hussein (although hanging might not actually be a natural cause).
But the most untimely death was that of Rochester, NY’s Spy Bar. Below is a copy of the letter owner John Ritter posted in the (outrageously spotless) bathrooms on Saturday, December 30:
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
It's every kid's wet dream. Imagine flying through the air with a pair of rockets strapped to your back. Must own superhero jumpersuit with silver boots to operate. Batteries not included. Some assembly is required.