Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Wait, what?

Wait. What?

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: All things end

Nothing lasts forever in the cold November rain.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: ‘Tis the season

How the (415) does Turkey Day.

via theduty on the tumblr.

Oh, San Francisco. You filthy Thanksgiving miracle. Lord love you.

Portions of this post originally appeared on November 27, 2010.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Textual healing, “We are the dreamers of dreams” edition

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(Arthur William O’Shaughnessy.)

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: The cost of loving

I’ve gotten intercourse for far less, but, then, I’m a girl.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Per mi amico, the Cappy redux — If only edition

Geez, if it were that easy, I’d already know what the Cappy’s baby smelled like and have kissed his wife with embarassing effusion on both cheeks in person.

Hippo birdie, old friendoh and brotha from anotha motha. I hope it was full of everything you deserve. Just wish I could’ve been there to wish you happy birthday in person. It’s like, where is this button??

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Wait, what?

Wait — what?

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Reasonable suggestion

Ladies: if it’s your first time and you’re wondering if you’re drunk enough, the answer is no, you are not. Drink until you’ve forgotten how to wonder things.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Thus is life

So it goes.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Talk Nerdy to Me and Science Friday — New set of prime operatives

Two-step plan for becoming the only species in the multiverse.

Art installation by Lori Hershberger.

We’ve already got cracking on this, really. Well done … Earth. Let’s see what we can do with the rest of the Milky Way, and maybe Intergalactic Viceroy Hawking* will okay a mission to the Large Magellanic Cloud.

You know. Just to see what’s what over there with those guys. Kick the tires, shoot the breeze, strip mine a couple of planets and turn them in to dumps.

*You didn’t actually think he was human, did you? Tell me you didn’t buy that hype.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Daily Antiques

Wait. What?

Take Two Tuesday — Per mi amico: Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day, “Happy birthdohs, Jonohs” edition with brief bookfoolery

This post originally appeared on July 19, 2010 at 5:05 pm. Congratulations on another trip around the sun to you, my good true friend, and I hope you have many more to come.

Happy birthday to the one and only Jonohs Danger Welchos!

Nolite te bastardes carborundum.

This encouragement is doubtless unnecessary because I doubt that you ever would. I’m sure you would talk the bastardes around to your point of view and you’d all have Fin du Monde and play Beatles Rock Band and they would vow never to carborundum again. I’m finishing Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter shortly and I’ll be starting next on my yearly Atwood. How nice to know this year when I re-read it that you will have just done so recently too. Last year I knew you, and was re-reading Handmaid’s Tale as always, and you had not read it yet. This time it will be different and I’ll know that I’m reading words that yet another of my friends has also enjoyed. See the interstitial power of the shared unconscious experience of reading? That’s impressive shit. If that is not impressive enough, I will buy you some sushi the next time we are both in town. But really, dude — the gift of reading. Come on. Be excellent.

But just in case you ever do feel down, remember that you are an awesome friendoh and I’m so glad to have gotten to be friends, and that I know great things are going to happen for you like in a perpetual motion engine powered by amazing karma for all your kindnesses and good humor to others.

And, of course, be prepared for whatever befalls you on this, the day of your birth —

A very recent addition to the pantheon of inside jokes via uglyxdutchling on the tumblr.

Hope you’re off work and having a great birthday, Mr. Welchos! But do try and hold it together.

I will be thinking of you!

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Are you doing this?

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Are you doing this? Are you taking this advice? I’m not. I need to work on that.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Be aware

Perfect.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: That settles that

The hell you say.

It’s difficult to say exactly when in every sense the hut graduated to a fully-constructed building. Great anthropological leaps forward: pizza evolves, man.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Textual healing, “It’s something I’m feeling all over”

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Living around the blanks.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: this is the way the earth dies

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Not with a whimper, either, as it ends up.

The Earth Dies Screaming (Terence Fisher, 1964).

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Fear and love

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Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Gas wars

PSA: No kung fu, no exceptions.

Aw, man. My katana totally matches my purse.

Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Art of the cover

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