My name is Casey. I go to Columbia and enjoy nice weather, brunch, and learning new things.
Find me in these places:
CollegeHumor
Ars Technica
Mental Floss
The Columbia Spectator
casey.l.johnston [at] gmail [dot] com
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I love Gay Talese. Look how dapper he is. This is a picture of him writing a story about the Circle Line.
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Watching Michael Jackson videos a few days ago, I’m pretty sure that’s Tyra Banks in the morphing sequence at the end of Black or White. It starts at 5:28 and she’s the second one in. The video was made in 1991, right around when she first started to pursue modeling, but it’s not listed on her IMDb page or anything. Am I a super-sleuth?
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Auntie Casey made a pile of taffy today. Let me tell you, what with the stirring, pouring, pulling, cutting, and wrapping, taffy was causing carpal tunnel before there even was carpal tunnel. What a pain in the ass candy.
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Ode to the Guy Shadow Boxing in the Gym.
For gods sake why?
For gods sake who?
Why are you flailing your fists in the air in front of the mirror like a baboon?
You gangly fifty year old mess of a man.
Why must you alienate the rest of us just trying to workout and mind our own business?
This is not a boxing ring nor has it ever been. This is Planet Fitness. Quite possibly the most flamboyantly colored, average joe ridden place on earth. Not Super Knockout Fisticuffs Mcgavins’ House of Punch nothingness.
Is it to impress the over the hill soccer moms? Or the barely legal teenagers? Have they been so fascinated by your pugilist brawn that they proposition bedtime?
I can tell you one thing is for sure..When you fight against nothing, you always lose.
Do pushups like a normal person. Stop whacking away at your dignity.
Love,
Mac
My older brother, Mac, is funnier than I am. I recommend that you follow him.
Ok Albany, what’s with the attitude?
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Michael Jackson may have been somewhat loopy these last few years, but he was probably the first musician I ever really liked and was pretty badass for a while. I honor you creative contributions, MJ. R.I.P.
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I’m sitting in Panera, doing my work and waiting to meet a friend for lunch, when an old man handed me this picture he drew of me doing my work and waiting to meet a friend for lunch. I’m not sure how to feel about this. Probably somewhere between flattered and creeped out.
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pentagram takes on cigarette packaging
reading carefully, though, half of cigarette smokers apparently live forever. I’ll take those odds on being immortal (not a smoker, just saying).
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Shut Up and Take Your Prozac, Holden Caulfield →
I have never been a fan of Catcher in the Rye. For my fellow Anti-Catchers-In-The-Rye, this article sums up our sentiments pretty well.Page 1 of 42
