he's not a giraffe

giraffes are gracious yet weird. and pawet is a strange mix, too. but a different strange mix. just like cherries and onions milkshakes are a different strange mix than detergent and chili. pawet's mix involves ink stains, rolled cigarettes, six strings, tom waits related compliments, space for surprises and a bunch of other things. 
i'd like to add this is one of my favorites:

see more of his drawings here. 

or else you won't.

love spam?

sarah miller, a dame who reads the stars, predicted sugar, spice and everything nice in november for me (and approximately half a billion other people around the world). but i did read that whole huge report and took note of the "special" days, so now i can add a bit of hypocrisy to my mocking. tastes better this way. 

and look, while i was busy mocking, it happened. love spam. and what a name, too. psheesh.  

and dear favour,  color and far distance do matter. for example, i can't stand light blue. and far distance makes me squint, which makes me look like an eskimo and they pee in the snow and i can't really stand yellow, either. 

isn't there anything i can do?

i am watching a movie about  an international crime syndicate planning to take over the world with psychotropic gum smuggled in phony Ming vases. i wish you knew how awesomely awesome mystery science theatre 3000 is. now you do. mission accomplished.

this one from the clip is called "spring fever" and it's about a world without springs.

(hilarious, i tell you.)

pleasantries and hair

i have two new theories:

one - people who say nice things at least want to mean them, in case they don't. which is still kind of nice.

two - i'm like hair. i grow on people.