threat level: huh?

Saw this vague and strange story in the Post today:

Students on the Colorado State University campus in Fort Collins have been asked to be "vigilant" today as the school investigates an "unspecified" and "unsubstantiated general threat."

Offices on the campus are open and classes are on schedule today, but on its website the university asks students "to report anyone or anything suspicious" to campus police immediately.

Okey-doke. Er...could you be more specific? Like, is it a Godzilla, say? Or more of a vampire/daywalker thing?

Bohlander could not share details about the threat, but he did say that safety on the campus is a priority.

"We did want to err on the side of caution," Bohlander said. "That is standard, that's how we try to operate."

Well, that's good to know. We'll all be sure to...be vigilant about...something that may or may not be imminent, and that might involve...some people (I presume) doing some stuff.

so, if you could just generally crap your pants...

The investigation into the threat is ongoing.

omfg

watch this. this guy is amazing--you will not be disappoint, i promise.

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no, you're a hipster

Yes, you.

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this man is a badass

Even today. I would not want to meet him in a milk bar if he were looking to spill a bit of the red, red krovvy.

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do you like phil collins?

'I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual.'



That was one of my most memorable audition monologues, doing this piece from 'American Psycho.' Full text here. I remember very specifically some very disturbed older directors vocalizing their discomfort as I got further into it. Hee.

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i won't murder you

I definitely, definitely will NOT murder you. Seriously. Don't even worry about it for a second.

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undoubtedly so

No doubt this is in incredibly poor taste, and likely offensive.
You're welcome.

Found here.

among other things

Hair is the least of things by which you are bound to be disappointed, o thou disneyheads.

Btw, if you are a drinker of the disney kool-aid, or even if you're not and you're just a fan of well-crafted sci-fi, read Cory Doctorow's 'Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom.' Doctorow seems like a true fan of all things disney, not a hater like me, plus he's a very talented storyteller. Also check out his (among others) site here.

a streetcar named sexual assault

Oh my. This is from better book titles, and I have to say, they pretty much nailed this one.

Ouch.

dis my spot, bitch.

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And not a single fuck was given that snowy day.

hugh laurie is a ponce

Bet you never saw Dr. House in this light before.

Hugh Laurie was actually a wildly successful comedic actor in his native England before auditioning for 'House.' I especially love him as the dim-witted prince on 'Blackadder,' with Rowan Atkinson.



Favorite quote:

[nods, smiling blankly]

'No. Didn't catch any of that.'

this was a weird one

image via lots more cool art there.

I haven't posted a dream here in a long time, but this was a particularly strange one. (I still write them down as I remember them, but I rarely post them here. Dunno why.)

At any rate, I've never been dead in a dream before, I don't think, and that was definitely the sensation in this. Text follows.


Dream:
I had a dream I had died. I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before. I was saddened, I suppose for my own loss, and my need to leave this world, but I also woke up with tears in my eyes for the loss of Mena. I think she had already gone on to some other realm.

I was standing on the edge of a farmhouse yard, I think, nighttime. I was with another person, a male but no one I recognized. He had died too, but somehow was more privy to the way these things worked. We gazed out over the edge of the cleared land, over a fence and dried stalks of October-dead corn blowing in the cool breeze. Beyond lay blackness, not just night but pure black, no stars, not even any ground or hills or differential between sky and land.

As we walked slowly toward the gate that opened onto the blackness, I asked once more if this was it, the only choice, if this was the way it had to be. My companion answered yes, that there were no choices any more. We stepped up to the gate, he stepped through and I began to follow. That’s when I was struck by sudden, overwhelming sadness at the loss of Mena.

I watched the other guy disappear into the gloom ahead, and took one tentative step forward, not yet through the gate but nearly there. Then I awoke.

I still miss you girlie.

it's a blog life, y'all

Word is bond.

Or rather, words are bond. Bonds, I suppose. Words are bonds. To make the verb match the object. Well, unless the word 'bond' is something more like an idea or a concept. Then I suppose...

using the whole fist, doc?

Poor Kermie.

that happens to you too?!?