September 2009
Go Buy It →
I’m pretty confident that bears have bad breath.
Grizzly Man Diaries might be the most soothing show on television.
Re-interest in Catatonia can happen just like that: http://bit.ly/1mLKaV
It’s nearly 5:00 a.m. and I’m still up because I’m watching Fort Apache. You don’t turn off Ford.
Return of the Crock Pot. Week three of the season. Chili will be making an appearance.
If your name is Colt McCoy you really can’t do anything else but play football in Texas.
A single adventure with Hurricane #1: http://bit.ly/2eaSv
I forgot how delicious Dr. Brown’s soda is. And 99 cents for two liters.
Finding pieces of dried chorizo stuck on me. Chili project.
Keep it close KC. I need DeSean’s points.
Wow. Safire died.
I was required to see him speak for a class at Syracuse.
Later era, second-wave Echo & The Bunnymen: http://bit.ly/jUuBz
I think my EUC unemployment benefits are tapping out. That’s not good.
The whole room just dozed off for thirty minutes.
The return of the Insight looks a lot like a Prius.
Hey crazy guy with your Charlie Chaplin moves.
Fourth sighting of odd looking hipster fellow today. Different parts of the city.
The ladies of this speed dating event at Dos Segundos are considerably better looking than their would be paramors. For the most part.
Potbelly chicken salad for me.
I should go to bed before ten more often. Although now I need to track down a Runway repeat.
9:40. Old man bed time.
Scheduled an event. Forgot about event. Sat in traffic caused by event.
I guess it’s time to go get dinner. I hope Starbucks is open. I want coffee for my walk. Sounds of Santogold. Currently.
Marra’s should do the trick.
Unmotivated and undecided on what to eat and the night in general.
Terrible day. I hope Top Chef can make it right.
If I ever have extra money I’d like to buy an El Camino.
Mercy is Grey’s Anatomy with nurses and a little war.
My plan was bed at 11:00. But here I am.
Please come back Echobelly: http://bit.ly/NJ4NJ
Morning breath. And two hours of sleep.
Barber. F*** my fantasy life.
http://twitpic.com/iqeac - The deli I am at has something called “pickled bald eagle eggs.”
In the Great Northwest.
Alphabeat — The Spell (Official Video) http://bit.ly/4wgtbs
Faust next week? I need to read the R5 email more often.
I don’t know what to think about Rescue Ink. Of two minds.
Body pulled out of the lake next to my parents neighborhood. No such find during middle school orienteering.
A Taco Bell kind of evening. Aristocrat.
http://twitpic.com/iqgge - Pretty solid pastrami ruben from the newish Asian-run deli near my house.
Class Act > House Party.
I don’t know why but I have this feeling that being the innocent party in an accident is somehow going to cost me money.
And then I entered a time in which it’s hard to get up before seven.
Always happy to catch up on the doings of Real and Chance.
Tony’s of course! App platter to cure what ails me.
Time to shower. Looking forward to a morning of clarifying this evening’s schedule.
Watching Bourdain in the Outer Boroughs. I’m jealous.
Yes I’m outside, but you’re still a scumbag for smoking at a restaurant.