A few links of note:
-Have you heard of this one: Bare-breasted virgins compete for Swaziland king? Sad and amazing. Only negative: no pictures. Tasteless, I know, but who's ever accused me of that, taste?
-New roommate Ben directs me to "The Buffet Song". The basic premise is real people at buffets are interviewed, about buffets. Their words are then remixed into a techno-y song. Other than the odd faces made by the musicians, a great idea.
This video is perfect accompaniment to this piece in Hobart I recently read by Blake Butler, about what happens when you eat all-you-can-eat, for 14 hours straight.
NUMBER OF PLATES OF FOOD EATEN (GROUP): 102
NUMBER OF VISITS TO THE RESTROOM (GROUP): 30
NUMBER OF VOMITING ACTS: 2 (Both Farbod)
NUMBER OF TIMES THE WAIT STAFF SANG THEIR VERSION OF HAPPY BIRTHDAY: 9 (Including one for either me or Farbod, which I lied about in order to receive)
NUMBER OF HAIRS FOUND IN FOOD: 7
NUMBER OF STEAKS CONSUMED (GROUP): 13
NUMBER OF TIMES I WITNESSED A FATHER HELPING SON SHIT IN THE RESTROOM: 5
-And last, this fine piece by Tao Lin, also set in a restaurant.