I think I have a huge freaking tumor on my forehead. It turned red and caused the top half of my ruggedly handsome face to swell up like some kind of rotting blood sausage and ached continually all weekend.

Thai Stick. I think the coup was met with a collective shrug. The government there wasn't corrupt, nor was it great. It was just kind of blah. They have coups in Thailand like Paris Hilton has STD tests--fairly often.

jon - i'm kinda feeling you on the whole photography thing. except that i took a photography class a couple summers ago and discovered it's not as easy as you think it is. i took some pretty rad photos, but i also took a bunch of extremely boring, uninspired pictures. and i suck with my camera phone.

here's the thing i want to know -- why was there a coup in thailand? that shit still happens? pardon my complete ignorance, but what was wrong with the thai government? are people psyched? i gotta read about this craziness. imagine being the guy who overthrows the government. you can't feel all that badass if you waited until the PM was out of the country, though.

fill me in, newsboy.

Photography. I know this may sound controversial, but I think I could do it. In fact, I don't think it would be hard. I don't think it's really a form of art, either. I'm just putting that out there. I think there are exceptions. There have been extraordinarily talented photographers. But most people are just taking pictures. Let's be honest. I've taken pictures with my camera phone that are just as good as ones you see in magazines.

I took a photo once of a dog in a motorcycle's sidecar. I took that shit with my camera phone when I was in Philly. Know what? It will blow your mind. BLOW IT! If I can find the damn thing, I'll post it.

Maybe it's the creation of the actual scene that's the art. I mean, if you bootleg record a concert, you're not an artist. The band on stage is the art.

one more thing:

it's too early.

i can't laugh about losing the crocodile hunter. shame on you, norm.

it's almost 2 am. what the hell am i doing sitting in front of my computer at 2 am? i bet this is when a lot of "blogging" gets done. but i wouldn't really consider myself a "blogger." i'm just a girl who likes to write things instead of saying them out loud. perhaps this "blog" will give me a chance to let more of my thoughts and loud voices out into the world. they'll actually have an opportunity to take on a life outside of my head. good for them. it's time.

and while i'm talking - can i just say how much i hate the lower east side on friday and saturday nights? it's atrocious. it's too many people trying too hard to impress each other. i'm sure i've done it/do it still - but in a different way. well, i don't know. who am i to say? but i've never put on a pair of slouchy 80s boots and carried a shiny gold purse in the name of hipster fashion. i just don't get it. do we ever leave high school, really?

i'm going to sleep now.

This just caused tea to come out my nose...


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Okay, I know what you're thinking, "But I don't even smoke pot!" Whatever! Minor freaking detail, man! It's an easy habit to pick up, actually. Simple as, well, smoking.

Ohhhhhhhh shit!

People are singing all around me, and I'm drinking wine. Did I mention I'm in the office? Yeah. So. Anyway. Before the whole mission of this site is stated, The Sideways Glancer mascot must be presented....

so, um... it's like when there's that guy in the crowd who keeps heckling and yelling and then you bring him up on stage and hand him the mike and he has absolutely nothing to say. it's a little bit like that.

basically (and jon can correct me if i'm wrong), sideways glancer is all about me and my friend jon. we met while working together at a news magazine. (he still works there, poor fool.) we would often spend much of our work day emailing each other from across the room -- discussing topics ranging from international politics to a certain co-worker's fashion choices. (oh, the minutes spent on her hair alone...) anyway (and yes, i am totally abusing parenthesis in this paragraph) - sometimes we'd look back at our emails and think that we were pretty funny. maybe we can be funny again. here. on this blog.

we'll see.