September 2009
Go Buy It →
Grizzly Man Diaries might be the most soothing show on television.
I’m pretty confident that bears have bad breath.
Re-interest in Catatonia can happen just like that: http://bit.ly/1mLKaV
If your name is Colt McCoy you really can’t do anything else but play football in Texas.
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.
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.
I was required to see him speak for a class at Syracuse.
Wow. Safire died.
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 return of the Insight looks a lot like a Prius.
The whole room just dozed off for thirty minutes.
Hey crazy guy with your Charlie Chaplin moves.
The ladies of this speed dating event at Dos Segundos are considerably better looking than their would be paramors. For the most part.
Fourth sighting of odd looking hipster fellow today. Different parts of the city.
I should go to bed before ten more often. Although now I need to track down a Runway repeat.
Potbelly chicken salad for me.
9:40. Old man bed time.
Scheduled an event. Forgot about event. Sat in traffic caused by event.
Unmotivated and undecided on what to eat and the night in general.
Marra’s should do the trick.
I guess it’s time to go get dinner. I hope Starbucks is open. I want coffee for my walk. Sounds of Santogold. Currently.
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.
http://twitpic.com/iqgge - Pretty solid pastrami ruben from the newish Asian-run deli near my house.
Faust next week? I need to read the R5 email more often.
A Taco Bell kind of evening. Aristocrat.
Alphabeat — The Spell (Official Video) http://bit.ly/4wgtbs
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.
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.
Time to shower. Looking forward to a morning of clarifying this evening’s schedule.
Tony’s of course! App platter to cure what ails me.
Always happy to catch up on the doings of Real and Chance.
Watching Bourdain in the Outer Boroughs. I’m jealous.
Yes I’m outside, but you’re still a scumbag for smoking at a restaurant.