Monthly Archives: September 2010

When does a dream become a nightmare?

University of Texas – Shootings

I know 90% of blogfwends went to Pratt, but a tiny portion also went to UT for a little while at least. So for those concerned, there was a shooting inside in of the library’s on campus this morning. One gunman already shot himself, now the whole school is on lockdown while they look for what they think is a SECOND SHOOTER.

Damn.

I have a friend who’s stuck in the middle of this right now and sending texts, so any more inside updates I’ll be sure to pass along.

Yikes.

Hoarders: a little bit obsessed

I hate to follow such a lighthearted and funny posted with something so heavy, but I just can’t stop thinking about this and I must share.  Yesterday, AMNY wrote a small article on hoarders in NY.  If you don’t already know I have a slight facsincation/obsession with hoarders (Hoarders: Burried Alive, Hoarders, and Animal Hoarders – I watch it all).  Maybe it’s because I’m a neat-freak organized perfectionist and cannot even remotely comprend how someone can let their home become such a mess.  Of course, I’ve already known about the famous mother/daughter “Big Edie” and “Little Edie” Beale.  If you haven’t already seen the documentry Grey Garden’s you need to Netflix that instantly, Little Edie is divine.  However, in this article AMNY highlighted the two famous hoarding brother’s that I had never heard of, the Collyer brothers.  I immediately googled them and found numerous articles, not to mention the many books that have been written about them (which I plan on reading next).  They were known for their excentric lifestyle and hoarding, which ultimately led to the demise of these two recluses.  The older brother, Langley was first killed by one of his booby traps in their apartment.  He was bringing food to his older brother, Homer, who was blind- Langley fed Homer 100 oranges a week, believing this would eventually cure his blindness.  He also saved newspapers and magazines for Homer to read upon regaining his sight.  However, Homer never regained his sight and died of starvation shortly after Langley’s death.  After the police had been notified of a dead body in the apartment they first discovered Homer, but Langley was nowhere to be found.  The police searched for him as far as Atlantic city, eventually they discovered Langley’s body after three weeks and only 10 feet away from the spot in which Homer’s body had been found.  The police removed 134 tons of garbage from the apartment include 14 pianos (both upright and baby grand), human organs in pickle jars, 8 cats, more than 25,000 books, collection of guns, the folding top of a horse-drawn carriage, and more.

For your daily dose of hoarding check out ifiwereahoarder.com.

Steve Martin, srsly making the internet his bitch.

Do you follow @SteveMartinToGo on Twitter? Do you now?

Because you should be. He’s been tweeting for a few weeks now, and he’s absolutely killing it. I really don’t know how to explain it, it’s just Steve Martin being Steve Martin.

Need an example? His last tweet:

@SteveMartinToGo: OMG ( abbreviation for Oh my God, which saves space), personal stuff has been posted…

Then he links to this on his website:

OCTOBER TOUR IDEAS LEAKED!

Okay, I just had to make sure no readers were missing out on this one.

You can’t write this stuff.

The owner of Segway died by Segway-ing off a cliff. Seriously.

Antiques Web Show, Vol. 62

It was inevitable that once this documentary was release I would post some Nilsson. I’ve been meaning to do it for a long time and what better time than the present. These two albums contain so much beautiful pop power that it’s always a shock that he’s not more famous. He’s America’s best Beatle-beloved, guy-who-sang-those-song-you-liked, unknown party-loving genius. Also check out Pussycats, which is an album that he released in 1974 (produced by John Lennon while he was in the dog house with Yoko) and later was covered in it’s entirety by The Walkmen.

Anyway, enough history. That’s what the documentary is for. Here’s:

1971’s Nilson Schmilsson and 1968’s Aerial Ballet

If you blog it we will read it: Fat Things Doing Stuff

So, I’ve been making a much more conscience effort to post since the talk of our re-design.  Three this week after taking quite a long sabbatical, (that’s kind of sad on my part).  In order to continue my strong effort I share with you a blog from a friend of a friend; Fat Things Doing Stuff.  Hopefully this will help get you through the last day of the week.  Some of my faves below.