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Archive for July, 2010

I used to write a blog when I lived in Hollywood

It was a crime blog, and I think it came from the way I felt when I first moved to Los Angeles. Anyway, I recently read a few of the posts and I think they’re worth mentioning especially now that my novel seems to be shaping out as my own kind of roman durs.

What Lives Are These?

That’s the name of the blog and I stopped working on it a long time ago.

Check it out. I think it’s pretty interesting but then, I guess I wrote it.

13 Essential Ways Slogan Generators Will Better Your Life

I found this great slogan generator when I was poking around the Nanomo website and I figured I’d share because I don’t really think people use these enough.

Slogan generators like this are great, not just because they remind me of Mad Libs (which are still awesome, and you should buy some right now) but because they are a quick way to start brainstorming ideas for different scenarios in your life.

Here are 13 great ways your life can benefit from this slogan generator right now:

  • Blog Subtitles
  • Short Story/Novel/Screenplay titles
  • T-Shirt ideas
  • Bumper Stickers
  • Political protest signs
  • Ways to start a conversation with your parents about being gay/bisexual/a republican
  • Bowling Team/Company skeeball team names
  • Things to say to a cop when you’re trying to get out of a speeding ticket
  • Ways to get out of difficult conversations (wearing clothes/not wearing clothes)
  • Voicemail Greetings
  • Things to say when answering the phone
  • Things to write in a blank birthday/Mother’s Day/New Baby/Good Luck in Rehab card
  • Funeral Epithets

So there you have it, life is better with a slogan generator!

Why Have Cotton When You Can Have Micmacs?

Enter a word for your own slogan:

Generated by the Advertising Slogan Generator. Get more micmacs slogans.

Oh yeah, and buys some Mad Libs!

A Sonnet about Plato

We

Had nothing but ideals

to go on

Back then.

Life was quaint, like

dreamy incense

Smoke in the

Center of the cave:

intense

For everyone

Watching: boys with

hard-ons.

Maturity hardened

Most of our tracks

While we

Kept racing around

the center,

Never too

Sure how we could all

enter

The secret

Fulfillment between

each fact.

Slow, and deeply

Into our concrete

grooves,

Another

Rhythm

Softly opened up -

Not knowledge,

But heart – like Old

Dogs to pups;

Like art born

From craft’s history

of moves.


The race was a track on a gift of lanes,

Like trees throughout seasons,

Or love,

Or pain.