- 3:55 pm - Fri, Feb 1, 2013
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WHAT DO YOU WANT? LEAVE ME ALONE. I NEED TIME TO CONTEMPLATE THE TURBULENT WATERS OF MY VAST INNER OCEAN OF DESPAIR AND ENNUI!
DANIEL, COME OUT OF THERE. WE MEAN IT. THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH. AND DID YOU TAKE ALL OUR CANDLES? I CAN’T FIND THEM ANYWHERE.
WE’RE NOT SURE WHAT’S GOTTEN INTO YOU, SON, BUT YOU CAN’T SLEEP HALF THE DAY AWAY AND HANG OUT ALL NIGHT LISTENING TO ALL THAT CLANKING AND WAILING. IT’S NOT HEALTHY.
IT’S JOY DIVISION, DAD, AND IT SPEAKS TO THE TUMULTUOUS NATURE OF MY ADOLESCENT LONGINGS! NOW GO AWAY! I’M WORKING ON MY POETRY!
- 8:16 pm - Wed, Jan 30, 2013
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HUSH YOU, MAMA. STOP CRYING OF TEARS. IS GOOD THING I MEET BOY. STILL I HAVE LOVE FOR YOU, BUT I WISH MAKE STRONG BABIES FOR PLOW FIELDS. IS HARD WORK, FIELDS. ALL DAY I DO.
I COME HOME IN MORNING. BELLY MAYBE FULL OF BABIES. THEN WE MAKE FUN DAY TOGETHER. WE GO MARKET AND BUY POTATO.
- 2:55 pm
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MARTHA WANTED ME TO COME BY AND TELL YOU THE BARBECUE IS CANCELED.
WE’RE REALLY SORRY. THE KIDS GOT SICK. YOU KNOW HOW IT IS. THEY’RE LIKE LITTLE PLAGUE INCUBATORS.
SAME TIME NEXT WEEK, THOUGH, IF YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORK.
- 5:29 pm - Tue, Jan 29, 2013
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ALMOST GOT IT.
DAMN IT. WAIT, HANG ON.
OH COME ON. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. ARE YOU SURE THIS IS A ZIT AND NOT SOME WEIRD TINY BONE SPUR? I FEEL LIKE I NEED HIGH-INTENSITY FRACKING GEAR TO GET THIS THING OUT.
- 1:44 pm - Mon, Jan 28, 2013
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OH HEY, GIRL. YOU ON YOUR WAY TO WORK? YEAH, TELL ME ABOUT IT. I WORKED DOUBLES ALL WEEKEND. NO REST FOR THE WICKED, THOUGH. I HAVE TO BE AT THE PILATES STUDIO IN LIKE, 20 MINUTES. I JUST POPPED HOME FOR A QUICK POWER COSMO AND A SPEED TINKLE.
IT WAS NICE RUNNING INTO YOU. WE LIVE TOGETHER, BUT I SWEAR TO GOD I SEE MY THERAPIST MORE THAN I SEE YOU. YOU’RE LIKE THE INVISIBLE ROOMMATE. ANYWAY, HAVE FUN AT THE OFFICE. YOUR HAIR LOOKS SUPER CUTE TODAY.
- 4:40 pm - Fri, Jan 25, 2013
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ATIAC will return on Monday, February 4th because I am a huge nervous wreck and I can’t concentrate.
For those of you that don’t know, I’ve been sitting here for almost two months waiting to hear back from the UK Border Agency regarding the status of my visa application, which will determine if I can finally live on the same continent as my wife, who I love more than coffee and/or bourbon and/or life. Hopefully the answer comes this week. I don’t know if you can conceive of spending your life savings to ask permission to be with the person you married and then just kind of cooling your heels for sixty days while they mull it over but I have an ulcer and I spend most of my days pacing and kicking things across the floor of my room when I’m not Skyping with my spouse. I apologize if my output has been subpar. It’s hard to think/create/do much of anything when all your mental energy is spent worrying.
I took a brief break from my misery to go to the zoo for the first time in my life with my photographer friend Chona to do a little interview for the Tumblr Storyboard, which should appear in a few weeks or whenever we turn it in and I caption a bunch of her photos, so keep an eye peeled for that because it will be full of new entries and pertinent information regarding … stuff. Me and animals and the ATIAC book, mostly.
Speaking of the book, that’s finished, and will be available for purchase on August 6th, 2013 according to the people who are in charge of that sort of thing. I assume it will be available for preorder soon, and I will provide you with links to do that because I’m contractually obligated to do so, but also because I hope you’ll buy it and enjoy it, as you seem to enjoy this pile of nonsense I call a website. It’s full of old favorites, slightly tweaked versions of other old favorites, and a shitload of new chattering animals, all courtesy of a wide variety of fine photographers I hope you’ll also check out because they’re good people with good cameras and decent hearts, the latter of which is a rarity in these cruel and indifferent times in which we live.
Seriously, I’m sorry if Animals Talking In All Caps has been lackluster, or if I haven’t responded to your emails. If the UKBA says yes then I have to very quickly sell all my personal belongings and move overseas. If they say no I have to hang myself. That’s been my primary concern when I wasn’t working on the book, which was not the easiest thing in the world to put together. It’s been a pain, and I’m grateful to you for sticking around and enjoying my idiocy throughout the process.
I will be back in a week or so with more yammering animals, and I’ll probably post a few in the intervening days, just not on the regular schedule. Please take care of yourselves in my brief absence and thanks again for sticking around to ride this long, arduous, nonsensical rollercoaster of lemurs and alpacas I try to provide you.
I will see you in a week, which is seven days closer to the return of Game of Thrones on HBO.
I really like your outfit today,
- 12:09 pm
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I WONDER WHAT KEANU REEVES IS DOING RIGHT NOW.
- 12:09 pm
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I wonder what Charles is doing right now.
- 7:20 pm - Thu, Jan 24, 2013
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OKAY, BOB? YOU WERE RIGHT. THE LASER COULD USE SOME CALIBRATION.
- 4:40 pm
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WERE THERE REALLY SO MANY AWESOME FEMALE MUSICIANS IN THE ‘90S THAT THEY HAD TO MAKE A FESTIVAL JUST FOR THEM?
OH, ABSOLUTELY, AND THAT WAS JUST FOR THE SORT OF EASILY PALATABLE MAINSTREAM “CHICK ROCK” WITH THE WIDEST APPEAL. YOU STILL HAD PJ HARVEY AND BJÖRK AND PORTISHEAD RUNNING AROUND, NOT TO MENTION GARBAGE AND ELASTICA AND THAT WHOLE SCENE, PLUS THERE WAS A HUGE RIOT GRRRRL THING HAPPENING IN THE UNDERGROUND. THEN YOU HAD YOUR CAT POWER AND SLEATER-KINNEY AND WHATNOT FOR THE SUB POP SET. THAT’S STILL NOT REALLY SCRATCHING THE SURFACE OF IT ALL. THERE WERE TRIP HOP VOCALISTS, TORI AMOS AND HER PIANOS, ALANIS MORISSETTE’S NEVERENDING SUPPLY OF HAIR, COURTNEY LOVE’S ONE-WOMAN WRECKING BALL ACT, GWEN STEFANI’S ABS … A LOT OF PEOPLE THINK EDDIE VEDDER WAS A GUY, BUT THAT ‘S NOT TRUE. SHE JUST HAD A FAIRLY DEEP VOICE. AND THESE WERE ACTUAL MUSICIANS, NOT JUST POP STARLETS. ACROSS ALL DIFFERENT GENRES. IT WAS CRAZY. BASICALLY, IT WAS LIKE THAT TIDAL WAVE AT THE END OF THE ABYSS, ONLY MADE OF ESTROGEN.
THAT SOUNDS AMAZING.
IT WAS, HONEY. IT REALLY WAS.
- 7:20 pm - Wed, Jan 23, 2013
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HEY, YOU THERE!
FOR CRYIN’ OUT LOUD, IT’S LIKE TWO IN THE AFTERNOON! I’M PRACTICALLY STARVING!
WHO DO I GOTTA FUCK TO GET SOME MEOW MIX AROUND HERE?
I’VE BEEN ASKING FOR IT BY NAME FOR LIKE 45 MINUTES!
- 4:40 pm
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I TRIED LOOKING FOR A JOB.
I TRIED JOINING THE PROTESTS AGAINST INCOME INEQUALITY AND A GOVERNMENT THAT CONSISTENTLY PUTS THE MONETARY INTERESTS OF THE RICH BEFORE THE BASIC WELFARE OF THE CITIZENRY.
I EVEN TRIED DOING A LITTLE HUSTLING DOWN BY THE DOCKS WHEN THINGS GOT REALLY DIRE.
AT THIS POINT I’M FED UP, DESPERATE, AND I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING LEFT TO LOSE. NOW HAND ME THAT SHOTGUN AND STEP ASIDE. I’M GETTING THE CABLE TURNED BACK ON BY THIS WEEKEND IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO.
- 7:20 pm - Tue, Jan 22, 2013
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LITTLE SANDALWOOD, HINTS OF AMBERGRIS. I’M TELLING YOU, THE BABES IN THE LOWLANDS BETTER BUCKLE UP, BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT GOING TO KNOW WHAT HIT THEM. IT’S PUNGENT, YOU KNOW? BUT IT’S ALSO SENSUAL. COMPLEX, BUT EARTHY. MASCULINE, BUT NOT OVERLY AGGRESSIVE …
EVER SINCE YOU BOUGHT HIM THAT FUCKING COLOGNE HE’S BEEN A NIGHTMARE.
- 4:40 pm
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OH, THIS IS MY FAULT NOW? NOW I’M THE BAD GUY?
MAYBE IF YOU’D LET ME BE AROUND A LITTLE MORE, LAURIE, LET ME BE A PART OF THEIR LIVES, THEY’D KNOW TO LISTEN TO THEIR DAD. “DON’T PLAY AROUND THE HYDROTHERMAL VENT,” I TELL THEM, BUT DO THEY LISTEN? NO! THEY’RE HEADSTRONG, JUST LIKE THEIR MOTHER!
SO I’M SORRY ABOUT THE KIDS IS WHAT I’M SAYING. EASY COME, EASY GO, I GUESS. LOOK, IF YOU WANT TO TRY TO HAVE A COUPLE MORE WE COULD MAYBE GO TO APPLEBEE’S OR SOMETHING? HAVE A DRINK-
WHAT? WHAT’S THAT LOOK FOR? I’M TRYING TO APOLOGIZE HERE!
- 7:20 pm - Mon, Jan 21, 2013
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THERE YOU ARE. I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR OVER AN HOUR. HAVE YOU SEEN MY XANAX? I’M ABOUT TO LOSE MY SHIT.
NO. I HAD A HEADACHE, SO I TOOK THE LAST OF YOUR ASPIRIN. THEN I FELT REALLY GOOD FOR A WHILE. THEN I PASSED OUT FOR LIKE … FIVE HOURS. I WOKE UP AND ATE ABOUT FOUR MICROWAVE MEALS. NOW I’M JUST WAITING FOR THE SUNSET BECAUSE IT’S A CONSTANT SOURCE OF UNDERAPPRECIATED BEAUTY IN THIS CHAOTIC AND SEEMINGLY CRUEL WORLD. DON’T YOU AGREE?
OBVIOUSLY THOSE WERE MY XANAX, DAVID, AND I HATE YOU.
THAT’S UNFORTUNATE. I DON’T HATE ANYONE BECAUSE WE’RE ALL PART OF THE SAME FLOW OF COSMIC ENERGY, SHARING ONE CONSCIOUSNESS, INCHING EVER FORWARD TOWARD THE DIVINE LIGHT OF UNDERSTANDING AND TRANSCENDENCE.
YOU’RE A DICK, DAVE.
WE’RE ALL ONE DICK, ANDREW. THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU.