Literally Speaking

It is true. In the space of wall between the our laundry room and the living room, a man has been encased within the sheet rock and left to die. How do we know? Because every -:38 his watch beeps. I use that little muffled beep as my get-your-butt-to-the-bus-stop cue, so I’m kind of glad he’s there, but at the same time, I’ve been having these really weird dreams lately regarding a man in a yellow hat.

My not-gay roommate has dubbed him “Bob” after Bob the builder, but I wish he didn’t. Once you name them, they’re harder to get rid of.

The editing is fairly sub-par, but in my defense, I spent about a week trying to find all the codecs needed to play an .avi file in Quicktime (Only to find Perian yesterday), and by the time I had Perian installed, I was so sick of my computer that my ambitions to become the next Ze Frank had dissolved. The good news is, now that I have Perian, this whole vlogging thing will happen more often. In other good news, my finals are almost over, which means that blogging in general will happen more often.

Poptarts!

So I got a little behind. Is the vlog coming? Yes. Hold to your tea cozies just a step further. Because you had to wait so long, I’m making this film especially amazing.

Literally Speaking will resume normal operation* shortly.

*”Normal” implying that perhaps this blog has, at one time, operated normally.

Vlog will be posted tomorrow morning. I appreciate the patience and have noted that you’ve been checking back here frequently, some several times a day, to see if the vlog has been posted yet, and to that I say GET AN RSS FEED ALREADY.

Last night I went to see Hair, which can be best be described as a psychedelic strip club. There were some lovely, lovely voices however. It sure beats staying home and watching American Idol. (Really… does American Idol really represent the best voices in this country? I hear better singers when I attend our community college’s version of Sweeny Todd. Or when I walk by the bathroom when my roommate is singing in the shower. He has a lovely falsetto.)

I’ll see you bright and early  Sunday morning. After you’ve finished your coffee and visited postsecret.