Well, it’s been quite a half-year we’ve all had, here at iSmith and beyond. People are mad about stuff over there, other people are mad about other stuff in a different place, but most importantly, everyone’s mad about something and
And then I woke up. Author’s note: For anyone following the previous 30 days of birthdays, you may have gathered that each message was essentially a separate dream, with each celebrity featured prominently in the sleep hallucination. You see –
I’m at an art show of a guy named Murakami, dubbed something about how octopodes will eat their own leg, hoping and mostly knowing it will regenerate, in order to escape entrapment. It’s symbolic in a way even the plebiest
After a long winter, the east wind melts the ice. I emerge from our hut to gaze at the mountains in front of me. I inhale the crisp air as I take it all in. Miyagase is lovely this time
I don’t know how you feel about sports, but no matter where you are on that spectrum, you have to admit that the broadcasters and commentators and players and coaches and all related personnel talk about the same stuff over
Remember when everyone got mad at you for trying to raise money to make a movie? That must have been a little frustrating for you, especially since you were essentially a pioneer, or at least an early adopter, when it
I write songs too. And I write parody songs too. That’s two things we have in common. That’s probably it. Anyway, here are some of my parodies. I won’t give away all the lyrics because you can never be too
