Daniel Tharp

Once upon thirteen drugs heady, as I rocked on slow and steady,
To Squarepusher’s title track off the album Ultravisitor
While I tripped out, nearly napping, suddenly I heard a yapping,
As of someone loudly rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“Tis some wigger dude,” I muttered, “Rapping at my chamber door -
Just a wigger, nothing more.”
Well, I [...]

I’ve yet to figure out why, or how, this works, but it’s happened enough times over the past few months that I can only assume the worst. By the worst I of course mean that aliens are remotely turning off the hot water when I decide to wash my hair. EVERY SINGLE TIME! [...]

Something to consider, and be honest with yourself: How often does the image that you project to those around you match up with who you feel you really are?  Do you feel uncomfortable with exploring this line of thought, knowing that it’s more often than not?  Do you wish you could drop this second character [...]

So last night I think I had a dream that involved making a sandwich and getting yelled at because it was too big. I didn’t think it was though. Why would people hate on a sandwich?

We make stamps at work, I want one that says “I ASKED A STUPID QUESTION” in angry red letters.  And when someone…asks a stupid question, I will smash the stamp down on their stupid head.  And send them on their way slightly wiser for the experience.

If computer mouses were called computer mooses, I would never be able to keep a straight face at work.

It would be best not to poke yourself in the damn eye. x_o

The only thing I can really think of that is truly American, and nobody else in the world is doing, is country music. And that sucks. If someone can think of something else (and don’t give me the idealistic bullshit like the Bill of Rights, which also isn’t uniquely American), leave a comment [...]