Sunday, February 6, 2011


Among my many other feelings about what's happening in Egypt, I'm sick to death of all the empty platitudes.

Still, I've been getting this song stuck in my head a lot.

And the song, though still really good, may be the emptiest platitude of all.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Belial Orange

Wouldn't that make a good band name?

This orange, with its undeveloped tiny orange twin poking out of its bottom, reminded me of this movie:

The thing in the basket (way more ill-tempered than the orange twin) is named Belial. Belial communicates telepathically with the the young fellow who, as a child, snuck Belial out of the trash heap after it/he had been forcibly surgically removed from his side. Then the guy somehow managed to hide Belial in a basket, feeding and caring for him/it, until he grew up and left home. Belial is full of rage and spends the whole movie on a vengeful and gory murder spree.

All he really needed was love. I feel like I should go check now if that orange peel is still in the trash. Maybe I should be on the lookout for a tiny basket.