shush now

this is the creepiest thing on tv every year

There's something so fetishistic about the way the old lady (who's shilling for a tax preparation firm located on scenic Troost in a dilapidated old house with a crappy sign out front) strokes the dinosaur's tail and coos to it. Maybe it means something in the context of Kansas City, but all I know is it feels like walking in on your grandmother in bondage gear. This is what tax time means to me.

Sorry so huge, but it's so very worth it.

transient global amnesia

Transient global amnesia (TGA) has been a well-described phenomenon for more than 40 years. Clinically, it manifests with a paroxysmal, transient loss of memory function. Immediate recall ability is preserved, as is remote memory; however, patients experience striking loss of memory for recent events and an impaired ability to retain new information. In some cases, the degree of retrograde memory loss is mild.

Many patients are anxious or agitated and may repeatedly ask questions concerning transpiring events. On mental status examination, language function is preserved, which indicates a preservation of semantic and syntax memory. Attention is spared, visual-spatial skills are intact, and social skills are retained. Symptoms typically last less than 24 hours. As the syndrome resolves, the amnesia improves, but the patient may be left with a distinct lapse of recollection for events during the attack.

in lieu of actual content

sic semper ancient order

i am made of fucking magic

I got strep throat. Again. Twice in one month.

Fuck April, January is the cruelest month.

confluence! : baker street

Matt emails me on Sunday, asking if I happen to have an mp3 of Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street. I, of course, do and send it off to him. I haven't listened to it in years, and can't remember hearing it in forever, mostly because the cheesy pop fodder from bygone eras I want to hear is not what muzak and the like have decided is worth broadcasting in coffee shops and grocery stores. When's the last time you heard "Brandy" by Looking Glass? So I go to the grocery store around midnight last night and as I approach the doors from the parking lot, that sleazy sleazy saxophone kicks in, carrying me from cat food to milk and right out the door again just as the cock-rockin' guitar begins to weep.

a moment in lowculture-esque

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btk: talkative

Another BTK package may have surfaced Tuesday, when a postcard mailed to a Wichita television station led reporters, and then police, to a suspicious cereal box that was leaning against a road sign near Valley Center.

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KAKE-TV reported that its crew found a Post Toasties box leaning against a road sign denoting a curve on a dirt stretch of Seneca between 69th and 77th streets north. The box was weighed down with a brick, and there appeared to be crepe paper streaming from inside the box. The letter T in "Toasties" was circled, with the letter B written above and K written below.

watch the magic pumpkin

It's still early yet, but my friend Jeff promises this will be the internet's foremost resource for Halloween III enthusiasts. The first real conversation we had (at a bar) involved him asking me what I thought of Halloween III and me replying "Oh, that's one of the most hackneyed pieces of garbage..." after which he revealed it was his favorite film of all time. And in the 7 years since, rarely a week has gone by where Halloween III, Dr. Challis or Stacey Nelkin have not come up in our conversation in some way. Jeff has travelled to Loleta, California, where Halloween III was shot, skulking around familiar setpieces and frightening the locals. He's made mortal enemies on Ebay.

Jeff used to like to brag that he could go to a bar and loudly bellow "I have more Frankensteins than anyone else here." But Halloween III is his mainline of choice, and no green-skinned, bolt-necked, stiff-as-a-board misunderstood monster stands a chance in the face of millions of children's heads exploding in a shower of bugs and snakes. How could it?

last call

I'll be mailing out copies of Bible of Song X this week. So those of you who've expressed an interest, send your address to xtop3000[at]thoughtpeach[dot]com if you're one of the ones who want one who aren't Laurenn or Adam.

six questions

asked via google that brought people here (god help us all):

who wrote ghetto superstar
what rhymes with folsom
when the lights go down in the city
where to find prostitutes in socal
why indians are ugly
how to smoke in the shower

12 in a row