tin foil hat

true fact number one about me: some most of my passwords are X-Files character names then some relevant number (duanebarry2X05 if you think you can write this newsletter better than I can.)

true fact about me number two: last night, when I heard a low rumble followed by a mid-to-high pitched whine from above, for a minute I thought with my real, working brain that it might be an invasion, before realizing that the people upstairs were just vacuuming.

related: this and this is what Saturn sounds like. you have to click through to listen because I didn't want to hotlink* audio from NASA.

in other news: congratulations, you're still in the running to maybe die a horrible firey death thousands of lightyears away from home.



1. I think it's called 2008 Space Korea.
2. I could watch those suits swim down from the rafters all day.

meanwhile, on equally important American reality TV:




anyway: this is how you make a thoughtscreen hat, and below is a treasure map to joining my cult.



as G.F. Wilson put it, "in space, no one can hear you scream."

(*hotlinking is like spacedocking, but for websites.)

dumb girl

when I was little (awesome childhood alert), I wished really hard upon a star for this thing I called an anything box, which looked like this:



and worked like this:
1. think of something you want
2. push blue button
3. thing appears
4. IMMEDIATELY HIDE ANYTHING BOX FROM PARENTS
5. play with/eat new thing
6. get bored, go back to watching Disney Afternoon

anyway, I completely forgot about this idea until last night when Le Quay and I went to see Into Le Wild and I was like "man, this guy could really use an anything box," and then I was like "ANYTHING BOX!!!" and it all came flooding back.

so yeah, the point I'm trying to make here is that I was going to call this post Into The Child, and then I realized how horrible that is.

have a good weekend, everyone.


UPDATE: INTO THE CHILD LIVES!!1!!1!


in case you can't read that, it says:


DO NOT WANT!
still, have a good weekend.

[daily mail, via j-dog]

around the world

If I ever go to China the only words I'm going to learn how to say are handbag and DVD, and then I'm going to run around screaming them until somebody tells me to stop, and then I'll be like "see?"

I'll probably just go home after that.

this movie is about a wacky developer who is forced to build a condo on top of a haunted mental institution, when the state refuses to sell him the land.