Saturday, December 17, 2005

b.y.o.k.b.


in the disgusting, bacteria-laden environment of the fishbowl, i type furiously and notice a coarse, twisted brown hair in between the 'x' and 'c' keys [thanks, david].

an idea hit me, at this point, and i thoroughly encourage everyone with a functional USB keyboard to try it. b.y.o.k.b. seriously, why would anyone NOT bring their own type pad to assuage any notions of pubes, food, semen, virulent viruses, etc.? i haven't tried it yet, but i will. oh, i will.

it makes perfect sense, friends.

for the in you


exactly.

here's a tremendous movie by francois truffaut. the wild child [1970] explores a scientist's determination to cultivate a well behaved, sociable human being out of an uninhibited, ape-like kid found in the forest in 1798. expect trademark truffaut simplicity, lots of temper tantrums and even some kong-like empathy. in fraynch!

i'm also writing a final paper on truffaut's portrayal of children. stop thinking about that terrible tim allen movie 'jungle 2 jungle' and watch this instead.

oh, and please adjust ya'll radars to two brand-spankin' new blogs from close friends.

the new banality [note steve's link to my blog. cute, steve.]
ser vs. estar [bringing the caffeinated argentinian updates.]