December 8, 2004

  • My favorites…

    Jews for Jesus. Really one of the most noble subsections of ethos you could ever find yourself in. Are muslims for Jesus far behind?

    Voltron tattoos. I have had this 24 piece collection of voltron tattoos inside the third pocket of my LL Bean monogrammed backpack since junior year of high school. The significance of this cannot be understated.

    Duct Tape. I mean really, what can’t you love about it: it’s silver, it’s hefty in your hand, but perfectly symmetrical. It can seal the badly screened edges of the window that carries your air conditioner. And, I’m not going to lie to you here, for most of my life I thought it was duck tape.

    The New Yorker. Post graduation Dustin needed something to keep him abreast of goings on, keep his mental acuity challenged, keep his ken (oh juicy glorious word) expanding. The NY made all that happen, my train rides have never been the same. (I cant even think of having to commute by car. When would I read!)

    Books. Read, people, read. And not just this blog, though I am flattered that you would waste your companies money by procrastinating with me. But, seriously, though. There’s time enough for love. The tele and movies and masturbation and sleeping and working and eating and shitting and playing an instrument and video gaming and staring straight at the sun all have their place, but what about turning pages? Has America lost its love of the printed word?

    Winning. Yes. Hello my name is Dustin, and I’m addicted to winning. (“What? You’re in here for some winning? I used to suck cock for coke?” “Ah seen ‘em!”) It drives me, fuels me, floors me, pedal to the medal, and every other cliché that relates to cars. I just want to win at anything I do, okay. So, for your protection, do not play me in scrabble, ping pong, foosball (okay, okay, I am a total loser, and you guys deserve this as it really should be: foosball) Golden Eye, descent, descent II, chess, connect four, charades, Chinese checkers, that couting pebbles African game, snood, pac man, street fighter 2-turbo, mortal kombat 1 and 3, virtua fighter, tekken 2 and up, and maybe even squash or poker, depending. Warning: arrogance closer to mirror than it appears.

    Black black blackest ink on bright white paper. If you have seen my few art pieces, then you’d know. One day, I might just post them.

    Home Movies. No, not sex tapes, the cartoon, Home Movies, on the adult swim area of cartoon network. Quite a diamond in the rough.

    Ending postings with non sequitors.

    Mars, bitches. M A R S.