I’m no expert on the relation between correlation and causation, but I do know that I drank one of those Bud Light Lime Straw-Ber-Ritas yesterday afternoon (C-plus, wish it tasted either better or worse but 8% alcohol so hey) and I couldn’t manage to fall asleep last night. As a result, I re-coded my Ramones haiku generator from the ground up. Now it looks nicer and can optionally count syllables for the perfect 5-7-5 haiku.
– Best-ever Simpsons writer and all-time hero George Meyer, on why he doesn’t like advertising. (This whole profile is pretty great, actually. At the very least, whoever transcribed it wrote ‘funny’ as ‘fanny’ a couple of times. Can’t go wrong with that.)
– Here is what you find when googling your name and a phrase at 3 o’clock in the morning in an effort to see if you’ve ever used that phrase in a published piece of writing: You share a full name with the protagonist of a series of mystery novels.
The narrative of the dream is unclear. However, it takes place in a world where, with each new pressing of Electric Warrior, Marc Bolan demanded dramatic additions and subtractions from the ‘thank you’ section of the album’s liner notes based on who he was hanging out with at the time. This ends up creating a large collector’s market for various editions of the LP.
The pressing I was looking at in the dream was notable for including Lou Reed but not the rest of the Velvet Underground.