After a five day Cyber-battle with heartless South Korean Hackers and teh FCC, Suspension of Disbelief is back... and this time, it's personal.
Really I just forgot to pay the yearly 45 clams to keep my site running.
Anyway, I was deluged with more than two emails that were like, "Where's your site?"
And I thought, "eh. Who cares anyway?" but then I thought of these things and was like, "I should post that on my website." So I decided to renew.
1) If I were a homeless guy, I'd make up little songs about the denominations of change I wanted people to give me.
I'd be like, "If you got the TIIIIMMMEEE.... why don'tcha gimme a DIIIIIIIME?!"
or
"If you don't want me to HOLLLLLLAAAARRRRR... Just gimme half a DOLLLLAAAAR!"
I bet a lot of people would give me money.
Or I'd hold up a sign that said, "Will proofread for food." and things would be mispelled, but corrected with red ink and proof marks. Like I'd add "I" to the begining of the sentence.
2) Here are some pictures from Not a Cornfield.
I'm not sure why they planted a cornfield in the middle of an abandoned railroad switch yard in Los Angeles. I'm not sure why they call call it "not a cornfield," either; It is clearly a field of corn.
But I like it anyway because what's not to like?
We went there last night and heard some poets read in the central firepit while Golden Retrievers sniffed each other and the sun set.
There's nothing wrong with that.
I thought it would be funny to sneak down in the middle of the night and install a crop circle or two. But would the cornfield artist be like, "Ha! The community has responded to my art!" or would they be like, "Someone ruined it!"?
Who knows?
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