I’m so procrastinating today. My work areas at home are completely in a state and I just can’t be bothered. So instead, I’ve read the most recent installment of Stained Teeth, posted an entry on Mark Crispin Miller’s blog, looked at other people’s pictures on Facebook, caught up on my RSS feeds (p.s. is it an unspoken thing that McSweeney’s “doesn’t do RSS”?), was given command of the Wells Timeship by The Onccoming Storm over at consumating, made a chicken sandwich and promised myself to do some work after its consumption, talked to Heather on the phone, inexplicably fake-kicked Fingers to see if he’d flinch (nope, he’s soo chill… I blame Crispin Glover for my outburst), checked to see if anyone responded to my comment about the music industry’s new format the “ringle” (the ringle is real), downloaded The Great Commandment by Camouflage (Tracy, are you alive?) and finally read a little post over at Stereogum which details Marilyn Manson’s new take on every artists’ favourite past-time toxin, absinthe.
I give you, “Mansinthe”.
So forgive me for posting about Marilyn Manson, but this was really too hilarious not to share.