There is nothing quite so cheering as an infectious laugh. (via)
hangoeuvre
noun /hæŋœ’vrə/
The sum of an inebriate’s lifework.
At least half of all writing involves just sitting and staring into space. Letting your brain out to hunt down ideas, bringing them back all warm and bloody between its teeth.
Warren Ellis (via)
Sometimes an overextended dad needs a diversion guaranteed—guaranfreakingteed—to keep his kid occupied for a few minutes.
Play the music and stare into the enigmatic eye of the piranhamoose.
Works every time.
When did they let Willie Aames into The Velvet Underground?
40 years ago a 38-year-old man took mankind’s first step onto another world.
I’m 38, and I’ll consider it a grand accomplishment if I can get my son to stop picking his nose and handing me the contents.
He’s gone. Hard to believe. He was a brilliant man — a wondrous combination of literary skill, honesty, humor and the occasional burst of pure heavenly bullshit. In other words, an Irishman.
Made the boys laugh so hard at dinner that one vomited up part of his hamburger. That’s fatherhood, right there.
I have a new milestone to achieve.
Time to Boldly Go Once More
I think matthewb sums it up nicely:
On the occasion of the 40th anniversary of the moon landing, achieved on less processing power than a cellphone, Buzz Aldrin thinks further afield in The Washington Post.
To infinity and beyond, Buzz.
