Posts tagged with ‘asked’ include the following:
This is now a blog about the street sign that has, by a matter of dubious circumstance, ended up in my bedroom.
Please be advised.
Anonymous: Stealing street signs (like the one in your room) can carry a fine of $500.00 and a sentence up to fifteen years in some cases.
That’s actually really convenient because now nobody will steal it.
I wish my other possessions were so well insured.
Dinosaurs are magnificent, no question. But I’m burnt out on dinosaurs. Their majesty has been pretty thoroughly mined (although the underwater ones still manage to thrill me in the same way that whales do).
There’s a romance and a sort of eldritch mystique to the Pleistocene era, for me. Mostly because there were honest-to-god people about. And people weren’t the institution we are today, either. People were just a type of thing that lived in the woods or on the plains, but at this point they also had imaginations and senses of self. They’re the earliest people with which one can possibly try to identify.
Much of what awes me about the mammoth its relationship with early humans; an enemy but also one of the primary sources of meat and raw materials. Trying to envision mammoths, to me, feels like pushing against a membrane that separates my experience from the collective memory of the first and most resilient people there ever were.
I’ll take people over anything, I think. Even the big bang.
brilliantbritishhedgehog5: Your new theme is brilliant!!
Thank you! Still cobbling away at it, but it’s done for the most part.
I think I’m most proud of the text post permalink page. Have a look at one.
I think it just reads so much better than my old theme.
Anonymous: remember when you were young and you were vacationing (road-tripping?) with your family and you got a headache or something and when you were taken to get it checked out a nurse (or a secretary?) told you to try not thinking so hard? Is that an actual memory?
That is a thing that happened, yes. I can’t imagine where you might have heard that, except maybe if you took my mother’s health class at Hackettstown High School.
It’s a favorite anecdote of hers. Essentially, I experienced my first and only migraine headache in North Carolina as a small child, so I was taken to a doctor’s office there, where the receptionist inquired—in a lovely, smoky Appalachian accent—if I (a 7-year-old with skinny limbs and a perpetual grimace) was a “dape thanker.”
She advised my mother that nine out of ten times, a headache comes from “thankin’ too much.”
Anonymous: where do we buy the amazing huell shirts? also, do you get the proceeds yourself or what? (also, how many have been sold so far?)
I’m actually currently employed as a designer at BustedTees, so that’s where you can buy ‘em. [link]
I don’t get the proceeds—I get a salary instead—but this shirt was my baby and I’m happy it’s actually selling. I’m not sure quite how many it’s sold my now but it was approaching 50 after the first few days, which is nice.
Anonymous: Why are you the greatest man alive?
I think you have me confused with Nathan Limitless, the guy from Limitless.
Anonymous: hey bk whatcha been up to?
That is a fine question, Anon.
I moved to Brooklyn to stay with my brother a few weeks ago and just signed a lease yesterday. Currently sussing out full time job prospects and hustling freelance in the mean time. As soon as that’s settled I’ll be pumping out stuff with more regularity. In the mean time, if anyone lives in New York and needs work done or just wants to hang out, get in touch!
Anonymous: 1. what are your nicknames? 2. what book(s) are you currently reading? 3. will you ever move to LA? 4. what's your favorite root vegetable?
1. I’ve never really had a nickname, although my roommates call me Benjalls.
2. Currently reading Norman Mailer’s Prisoner of Sex alongside Germaine Greer’s The Female Eunuch, which I first read at fourteen, having picked it up at a library sale for five cents because it contained descriptions of the inside of a vagina.
3. I don’t know! I don’t have any desire to in the near future, but if I didn’t nurture a healthy distrust of my ability to predict Future-Ben’s preferences, I’d have a Fight Club tattoo on my back from my freshman year of high school.
4. Red onion, then beetroot, then salmon.
Anonymous: what do you look for in a potential partner?
Intelligence, eyes (you’ve got to have them; it’s a plus if they’re nice to look at), honestly/directness, willingness to go 50/50 on spooning positions.
I just fished a fruit fly out of a glass of wine with a bridge pencil, so I can afford to have these standards.