SMELLS

The Pre-Shower Bong Rip, Episode CLXXVIII

One of the lightbulbs serendipitously burned out the second I bent down to pick up my tube of facial shampoo, which I accidentally dropped on the floor next to the drain moments earlier. It gave the whole experience that film noir vibe to it.

Like this, only nicer.

TASTE

This Site Is Currently Molting

The other day I noticed by accident that there are an astounding number of images floating around the Internet that depict Homer Simpson posing as the Buddha. So I decided to go with that as the new visual motif for this site. Until I come up with something better. Or until I get bored with it and decide to change it just for the sake of changing it. Or until I get some nasty-ass letter from Matt Groening’s lawyer. Whichever comes first.

…and my personal favourite…

Also available as a rolling tray. Apparently.

The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

A Celebration of the Virtual Impeachment

At this point, I’d like to take a moment to dance on the Twitter grave of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I was never one of his followers, and quite frankly I would’ve sooner nailed both my testicles to a tree than click on that now-defunct follow button. Still, every time somebody I follow posted a cheeky response to one of his tweets (which happened pretty much daily), I would see that menacing glower of a profile pic show up in my feed. You know the one. The sudden absence of that glower most certainly is a beautiful thing. Never have to burn my retinas looking at his cerebral diarrhea ever again, and I’m happier than a pig in shit.