http://www.thedailyhurrah.com Sometimes things make me happy. Sun, 18 Jan 2009 02:18:17 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en The carpet is the worst part. It's pink. Or something. I'm no good with hues. I've had it variously described as carmine, coral, dusty rose, cranberry, raw salmon and aaaarghjesusfuck. I've settled with calling it startled vulva, because I'm a romantic kinda guy. Who designs these modern horrors? I yearn ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2009/01/17/who-would-have-thought-the-old-man-to-have-had-so-much-blood-in-him/ My word. My wordy-word. My words. Or, if I can hew the bone of truth and expose the glistening marrow of my empty rhetoric for a second: my lack of words. It's been a long time. What's been happening? Yeah, me too. You look good. No, you do. Put on a little ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2008/07/21/like-a-ripened-watermelon-in-spandex/ One sleep till Christmas and I've never cared less. Well that's just plain not true. As indifference gives way to mindless rage I find I do care, I do mind. I do, as it turns out, have an emotional investment in this our most soul-destroying of celebrations. Because I now officially ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2007/12/24/he-knows-when-you-are-sleeping/ Apologies to anyone who's comments have been deleted, but really it's your own fault for leaving comments that piqued my paranoia, so frankly I have no sympathy for you and retract my apology. Damned ne'er-do-wells. It's spambots, you see. Spambots everywhere. Anti-hurrahs to the spambots of the world. Well I suppose boos ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2007/11/04/acclamation-per-diem/ ... Most of the trip continued in that vein. Geraldton itself was much the same as it ever is; stuck in that borderland between small-town rustic and burgeoning city, seemingly intent on destroying what little charm it has left by whoring up local business and generally "improving" the fuck out of ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2007/09/14/chapter-2-corn-cult-crazy/ I get it, I really do. The endearing closeness of everything, of people and places and the things in between, a feeling of connectedness that makes holism seem plausible. The general affability of the natives, not anything so passionate as goodwill but a willingness to tolerate that teeters on acceptance, ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2007/09/14/chapter-1-slack-jawed-yokel/ I found this site. It makes me happy. So happy. The music that blares from the pimp rides makes no sense; it all sounds like a man with severe autism halfheartedly explaining human sexuality to a parrot, while in the background a dangerously unqualified Caribbean contractor rhythmically installs an automatic garage ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2007/08/01/jj-rowland-can-i-touch-you/ Mostly I do what you do, it's just I'm not doing it when you are. I'm still never really awake when I'm staring bleary-eyed at my flood-light lit backyard, placating myself with reassurances that I'm only smoking a cigarette because you can't drink coffee without one, strecthing that drink out ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2007/07/31/daywalkers/ A girl walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a double entendre... So he gave her one. Pithy hurrah to the author of that joke. Tell me that's not gold. Go on. Do it. I slap you. http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2007/07/12/willy-i-ate-lucky/ No one gets a hurrah today. I'm not happy with the world, and sometimes you have to be firm or it'll never learn. Not happy with that last entry, either. Had it on standby for a month, couldn't think of anything better to say, and so posted it all guilt-fuelled. Point ... http://www.thedailyhurrah.com/2007/06/29/in-which-i-am-screwed/