Books written for girls
I have decided I don’t like the feeling I get the day after a really big show. (or at least one that involved a lot of planning aka stress) The whole next day I have this weird urge to do something else, no matter what I’m doing, in anticipation of a now fictitious future event. I guess that happens any time you devote a large amount of time and effort into planning something, when it’s over, you brain misses it even if you don’t.
In addition to being a cool song by Camera Obscura, today’s blog post title is actually more pertinent than just my random ramblings that usually make up my post titles. Books written for girls, also know as Chick Lit, are way ahead of the jacket design curve. They look so appealing, fluffy and meaningless! I love it. Of course, I would never actually buy one or read one (at least not outside of Barnes and Noble) but regardless, “guy literature” book jacket design sucks. Makes me not want to read.
You ever really think about your knee cap? It doesn’t really seem to be attached to anything, not to strongly at least. I was moving mine around today, and it seems remarkable that it doesn’t slide out of position more often. The fact that it even stays in your knee at all is crazy if you ask me. Given its lack of bindings, I wouldn’t be surprised to see it hanging out up near my ankles.
Neon signs. (Try not to think of the huge tacky, obnoxious ones) Most stores this days have huge signs that are lit up by some form of neon technology. (That or just big lit up letters) Anyway, one of my favorite games to play involves observing these signs, and seeing what funny words the sign would make if certain letters burned out. The best is when you don’t even have to think of them because it’s already actually happened. Today I noticed a couple: South-point had become South-pint. Urban Outfitters had become ban Outfitters. (at least while flickering)
